And it will take this life of regret

For my heart to learn to forget

Tomorrow will be as it always has been

And I will fall to her again

For I know I have come too close

Cause if right is leaving

I'd rather be wrong

Cause she is the sunlight

And the sun is gone

Standing, he looked out of the tall office window. It had been three years since he'd been in the city. The city where he had met and fallen in love with her. The city they had loved and protected together. Him, with his bow and hood and her with her intelligence and steadfast love for him. Three years since she had been taken from him.

They said that kidnappers usually call within 24 hours. That the motive had to be money. Why else would they kidnap a billionaire's wife? But, the call never came. He had exhausted every effort to find her. Tracked down every lead. He had even enlisted the help of ARGUS, to no avail. She had vanished. She was simply gone, they said. As swiftly as she had come into his life, she went out of it.

Sometimes, he thinks he can still hear her. Her sweet giggles as his hands trace patterns over her bare back. The way she would whisper his name against his lips when he kissed her …"Oliver."

He turned at the knock on the door. "Come in," he said.

A middle aged woman with dark hair and a soft smile walked into his office holding a small stack of file folders. "Good morning, Mr. Queen. My name is Agnes Gonzales. I work for Starling City Angels. We're a non profit focusing mostly on troubled, homeless youth and domestic violence survivors in the city. We also occasionally help others in need on a case by case basis. I heard that you were looking into expanding your philanthropic activities, so here I am, dropping off a few of our files for you to review."

"Thank you, Ms. Gonzales. I'd be happy to look over what you have. Please leave your card with my assistant and we will be in touch." He offers his hand, which she takes with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Queen," she replies, heading for the door.

He thumbs through the files and stops at one labeled in large red letters, DOE, JANE. He pulls it from the stack, taking it back to his desk. He starts to open the file when the intercom buzzes.

"Your board meeting is in 5 minutes, Mr. Queen," his assistant's voice is firm, letting him know that it would not be a good idea to be late considering he had not personally attended a meeting in three years.

"Thank you, Janet," he says getting up from the chair. Jane Doe would have to wait.


This is a prologue. I am hoping to have the first chapter up soon. I'm excited for this one! Reviews are like mana from Gods and feed my muse. Thank you for reading.