Laurel's hand was lightly clutching Oliver's arm. Oliver cleared his throat and he moved forward to shake Bruce Wayne's hand. "Hi, I am Oliver Queen," he said.

Bruce shook Oliver's hand but he was looking directly into Laurel's eyes. "To answer your question, Laurel, I heard that somebody that I love was stabbed in the chest. I am here to see that she makes a full recovery".

Laurel nodded. Her face said that she wished that Bruce would back off. But Bruce was basically Oliver with more money, so she did not have a chance of changing Bruce's mind. That was for certain.

Bruce turned his attention to Oliver. "Oliver Queen. The man that used Laurel and messed with her head. Some might say that man was me, but you Oliver, you are the OG" Bruce smirked.

"Well," Oliver countered. "I'm also Laurel's boyfriend and soulmate so uh- Don't fuck with the original".

"Ollie" Laurel muttered. She found his response cute and even sweet, but she the last thing she needed was for Oliver to get in over his head.

Felicity walked back into the hospital room. "Laurel, I-" Felicity stopped speaking when she saw to Oliver and Laurel in the room with the devastatingly handsome Bruce Wayne. "B-Br-Bruce Wayne. You... are here because... you are... Laurel's ex-boyfriend!"

"And you are?" Bruce hummed.

"My ex-fiance of like a few minutes" Oliver introduced.

Both Laurel and Felicity glared at Oliver. "Felicity. Felicity Smoak" Felicity chirped, extending her hand which Bruce shook gently and Felicity blushed. Oliver rolled his eyes. Really? She had been engaged to him like- 10 minutes ago.

"Uh anyway boys, would it be alright if Felicity and I had the room?" Laurel asked, but from the tone of her voice, Bruce and Oliver could both tell that Laurel was not asking, no, she was insisting. They both exited the room. "Felicity, what is it that you came back in here for?" Laurel asked, quite curiously.

"I thought about your offer, Laurel" Felicity began. "I really thought that there just no way I could be a vigilante for real, but, you are a really good vigilante. I trust you. If you could train me, I accept your offer. Besides, I have always been disappointed that I could not help the team on the field. I choose the codename: Hit-girl".

"Hit-girl? You sure?" Laurel asked.

"Why? Don't you like it?" Felicity asked, nervously.

"I'll get used to it?" Laurel assured her new (old) friend.

"So uh- Bruce, he is Batman... am I right? I mean typically boyfriends gift flowers, chocolate, and giant teddy bears... not hand-held flame-throwers..." Felicity remarked.

"Yes, you're right" Laurel confirmed. "Besides, what would The Black Canary do with a teddy bear the size of herself".

"So- uh- what convinced Laurel to take you back?" Bruce asked casually.

"Like I said, we are soulmates. Now, cut the crap, Bruce. Not letting me be a part of the JSA just because of the blood on my hands is one thing. But Laurel isn't yours, she is mine. You can't have her, Batsy" Oliver spat.

"Keep your voice down" Bruce warned Oliver. "And Laurel is the love of my life. I am not returning to Gotham with the love of my life on my arm".

"We do not always end up with the love of our lives. Hell, I almost committed to spending the rest of my life with a woman I was not in love with, so Laurel and Felicity being stranded on what is left of Lian Yu was a blessing in disguise" Oliver admitted.

"I'm sorry, Oliver. I'm not giving up on Laurel" Bruce said and he turned and made his way back to Laurel's hospital room.

Felicity and Laurel were in mid-conversation about training. "Laurel's gonna train you?" Bruce asked, making the ladies aware of his presence. "Cool, I'm gonna help".