GREASE: There are Worse Things I Could Do

There are worse things I could do.

Really.

Oliver's supposedly dead. Diggle's trying to keep Roy and Laurel in line. Thea is just plain spiralling on her best days. Ray is fixated on the suit. Sara's discovered she prefers white – and breathing. And Nyssa. Wow. That girl is just- no. You can't begin to describe her.

And don't even get me started on Tommy.

Oh yeah. Merlyn. He's back- in a big way. There's some story being spun by the folks at Merlyn Global that he was recuperating at a private facility in Asia while private security dealt with threats to his life. Oh, and that the end of his life was just a clever- albeit harsh- ruse to ensure that his legacy remained secure, his recuperation on track and his life well, private.

Big on privacy, these Merlyns.

He won't talk to us. Tommy that is. Oh he'll tell us about the glory days with Oliver and he'll murmur sweet nothings to Laurel. But when it comes to Nanda Parbat, Tommy clams up. I wouldn't blame him. He's been sharing Thea's loft and she was the one who called Laurel over the night he finally broke down and cried himself to sleep, only to wake up screaming bloody murder and shouting for Oliver. Nyssa's told me the stories. When you bring some one back, the Lazarus pits take something too. They take a piece of your sanity. The longer you were gone, the harder it is to leave the Far Away Tree and come back down to Earth.

Makes me wonder, sometimes, if Malcolm was ever brought back too. Because let's face it, if anyone qualifies for the loony bin, it's Malcolm – I am your father- Merlyn.

Yup. You read that right.

Malcolm Merlyn. Is in fact. My Father.

The man who left mom when I was 4.

The man who killed my step father

The man who slaughtered innocents

When you take in to consideration Mama's Bratva connections- and wasn't that an interesting conversation- it really goes to show you: I have a messed up life. I have terrible role models. I have a thing for superheroes. And with all the doors to mayhem it's opened for me, I obviously have the Universe's blessings to dive head first in to trouble.

So really, getting caught climbing up a glass tower to break in to Batman's safe house by an alien in a red cape with a really, really strong jaw?

Come on, think about it.

There really are worse things I could do.