NA: So the first two chapters of this story were part of the Batlicity Oneshots. The first chapter is from Felicity's point of view, then the following ones are from Bruce's, explaining how they got to this point.

It was after Cooper. She'd come home that summer, eager to lose herself in anything that could distract her from the pain, itching to try out her new hair and confidence. Which was what made her enter her fifth casino that week, having banned from the other 4 for counting cards. She sat at the blackjack table, her heart hammering in her chest as she looked at her opponents. A woman in her late thirties with bleach blonde hair, eyebrows that had been drawn high on her forehead, and a tight red dress that she was practically spilling out of. A man in his 50's who was leering at the woman. A smiling older gentleman. There was an empty seat next to her. The dealer had just dealt them the first round of cards when a man slid in next to Felicity. The dealer was about to complain, when she caught sight of the man and swallowed, dealing him in. There was a rumble of irritation from the other players, but no one complained out loud.

Felicity studied the man as the game went on. He was tall, with dark hair and an extremely handsome face. His eyes were sharp, intelligent. A dark ocean blue whose depths matched their color. He turned to look at her and she shuddered as a small smirk danced across his mouth. Those eyes. She could drown in them. The dealer cleared her throat and Felicity turned her attention back to the table. The others were looking at her, varying degrees of irritation on their faces. It was her bet. Felicity glanced down at her hand. A king and a 9. 19. Putting her cards face down, she smiled. "I'm staying."

The dealer turned her attention to Mr. Dark and Mysterious. He gave her a small smile and put his cards down as well. "Me as well."

Creepy leering man was out, he'd gone over. The woman had 17. The older man had 21 even. Mr. Bronte Novel Hero had 20. Felicity frowned; she should be more careful the next hand. She needed to keep her focus on the game. The dealer began the next round. She tried to ignore the man to her left, but somehow remained hyper aware of him. Every move, every twitch or slide of his fingers over the cards she noted. He shifted slightly closer, his mouth next to her ears. Felicity quickly covered her cards.

"If you're going to count." He murmured. "You should focus better."

Felicity froze. Her fingers tightening on the cards she had in front of her. She'd never been caught that quickly. Looking over at him in alarm, she noted the smug smile on his features as he focused on the game. He didn't look like he was alerting security and when he saw her staring at him again, he winked.

They completely cleaned out the table. The dealer must have suspected that they were counting, but Mr. Secret seemed to have some pull because she just grit her teeth and didn't say anything.

"You've got some talent." He said as they made their way over to the bar about an hour later.

"You're not going to turn me in, are you?" She asked. He just gave her an enigmatic smile before offering her a seat.

"Not a crime to fleece a rich casino out of a few thousand dollars." He said. "Can I buy you a drink?"

She should have said no. She should have walked away. Her gut was telling her that this man wasn't what he appeared to be...although he hadn't given her any information. But she was running on the adrenaline of her winnings and having gotten away with counting cards. Sitting in the seat he offered her, she ordered a glass of champagne.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of drinking and talking. No names were exchanged. For the first time since Cooper's death she felt...exhilarated. It was freeing, not having to be herself. To slip into this persona of a woman who won in casinos and had amazingly attractive men flirt with her.

The next morning she woke up in an unfamiliar hotel room, a soreness between her legs and a throbbing in her head. There was bizarre necklace around her throat. It was an old fashioned locket, the type her grandmother might have had. She looked around the room for any clue as to what might have happened the night before. It came to her in pieces, sitting at the bar, drinking, the man reaching to brush her hair out of her eyes. Her closing the distance to kiss him. The rest was foggy. Though the things she did remember made her blush. Covering her face she saw a note on the bedside table. Grabbing it, she read

Hello Queen of Hearts (That had been the nickname he'd come up with when she'd refused to tell him her real name.)

It was a pleasure getting to know you, however briefly it was. The room is paid for until tonight.

Until next we meet,

Your King

She rolled her eyes. What had seemed romantic and mysterious the night before sounded cheesy in the harsh glare of reality in the morning. She got up and looked around the room. It was super fancy. Beyond anything she could ever hope to afford. Getting into the shower, she took a bath, using the expensive bubble bath and got dressed. Leaving the casino, she quickly made her way to the closest pharmacy; she couldn't remember if they'd been safe last night. She was on the pill, but she couldn't be too careful.

Time passed and she didn't think of the stranger again. But she kept his necklace.

Moira Queen looked down at the woman in front of her, threatening her family. Her lip curled as she laid out in no uncertain terms that should she reveal what she knew to Oliver, she'd loose him. Who did this little impertinent nobody think she was? She was coming up with ways to remove the blonde nuisance when she caught sight of a necklace around her throat. And she recognized it.

"What a lovely piece." she murmured, reaching out for it. Felicity stepped back. "Where did you get it?"

She seemed nervous. She must have stolen it. There was only one piece like it in the world and she'd been there when Thomas Wayne had given it to Martha Kane. It should have been hers. Thomas should have been hers. "It was given to me." Felicity said.

"I highly doubt that." Moira made a grab for it, but Felicity was out of her reach. Running towards the door, she left Queen Mansion. Moira watched her go. If she'd stolen that necklace from Bruce Wayne it was the perfect opportunity to eliminate her...and have Bruce be so grateful that he'd consider allying himself with her family. After all, Bruce could so easily have been her son. She'd fly him in from Gotham to witness her candidacy announcement and have Felicity arrested in front of all of Starling, Oliver, and Bruce Wayne.

Felicity nervously watched all the cameras around her as they clamored to get the best angle of the podium. Oliver stood next to her. "Felicity." He asked. "You've been hiding something and I want to know what it is."

"Nothing's-" She began.

"Don't say it's nothing." He cut her off, putting his hands on her arms and looking her in the eyes. "Tell me."

She was about to tell him when Moira walked over, her arm through the arm of someone tall with dark hair. The man looked up and all the air went out of Felicity's lungs. It was the mysterious King of Hearts. She flinched away, pushing her glasses up.

"Oliver." Moira said. "Look who flew in from Gotham." She grinned. Felicity pressed her lips together. There was no way Moira could know about her one night stand it had been nearly 3 years ago.

"Bruce." Oliver put his best socialite face on and smiled at the man. He gave Oliver a cursory look, a matching fake smile in place. He looked over at Felicity and the smile faltered and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly. His eyes went down to her throat where she still wore the necklace and a gleam entered them. She shifted, nervous. Her face flushing. She didn't remember much from that night, but whatever she didn't remember must have been good, because her subconscious was telling her to get as close to him as possible.

"Bruce Wayne." he said, holding out his hand.

"Felicity Smoak." She said, he brought her hand to his lips.

"That is such a lovely necklace, Ms. Smoak." Moira's eyes were gleaming in triumph. "Don't you think, Bruce?"

"It is." Bruce looked at Moira. "It was my mother's. But you already knew that." He looked back at Felicity and said. "I gave it to Ms. Smoak the day I married her."

Around them the reporters and assembled guests were whispering in excitement and anticipation, but their group was struck silent.

"Married her?" Oliver spoke first, looking at Felicity. "You're married?"

"I'm as surprised as you are." She looked over at Bruce Wayne. He reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a piece of paper. Handing it to her, he watched smugly as she read it. It clearly stated that Felicity Meghan Smoak had married Bruce Robert Anthony Wayne. She felt faint; it couldn't be true.

Bruce looked over at Moira and pulling out of her grasp. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think Mrs. Wayne and I have some things to discuss." He offered his arm to Felicity. She took it gingerly, her heart fluttering slightly as she put her hand through the crook of his arm.