Felicity didn't want this. Not again. The man in front of her was going to die and she couldn't prevent it. She didn't have his resolve, or his power. She could do nothing as the man she loved dissolved into non-existance. Nothing.
Felicity woke with a start. She slid out of her sheets, pressing her face into her hands. The same dream. A sob wracked her shoulders. She couldn't deal with this anymore. What made her think this would change this? Everything reminded her of him. Nothing had changed. Her heart was completely broken, and nothing would fix it. She was hollow. She ambled into the living room, turning towards the couch. She flopped onto the couch, sighing. The TV had been left on from earlier, and the late night news anchor was talking about an assault that had happened earlier that night.
Wait."-The man was assaulted by a tall, blond woman outside of Club Verdant, the newest venue in Starling City. The club's owner, billionaire playboy Oliver Queen, had nothing to say on the matter, except that he had not witnessed the incident. In other news, Industrialist Lex Luthor..."
Felicity tuned the rest out. He had been attacked!?! How could any detective, corrupt or no, have not deduced that the knife belonged to the man!?! It was obvious he was the one at fault. She sighed. There was no justice league. No one to make people question what was right. She knew why she was here now. If she couldn't forget him, then she would honor his memory. She would become the hero that he was.
She was so out of shape.
She set the bar back on the rack, her breath leaving her heavily. She lay on the bench, attempting to catch her breath. She was better than this, she knew that. Rolling off the bench, she picked up her water, taking a swig. Her well defined muscles ached, and while they were normally covered with longer clothes, she was in a tank top and shorts, and her muscled and scarred body was on display for anyone in the gym to see. She never felt uncomfortable in her body before, why should she now? She sighed. This could take a while.
Oliver sighed, shaking his head. This was fruitless. She had impeccable records. Well... except for the fact that nobody knew who her father was, her mother was dead, the highschool she went to burnt down, and the college she went to never kept records. How was that even legal?
Oliver shut down the computer, rubbing his face. Maybe he was just paranoid. She was pretty normal, anyways. Oliver sighed, picking up his phone.
"Diggle, it's me."
"Oliver? What the hell, it's two in the morning."
"I have a lead on Helena Bertinelli."
Diggle's muffled movement could be heard over the phone.
"Well?"
"She wasn't the first huntress."
"What?!?"
Oliver leaned away from the phone, wincing."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"There was another huntress. A woman named Paula Nguyen. She's currently disabled, but she may know something about Helena that we don't."
Diggle grumbled into the phone.
"That's stupid. We're going to follow a lead on someone that might have information on someone who took the same name?"
"Helena had to have been trained somewhere, and not just by me."
"So, we just go ask a few questions, right? What's her address?"
"She lives in Gotham."
"Son of a-"
Oliver sighed, having known this was how Dig would react.
"I have a business trip lined up for tomorrow. I could use a bodyguard."
Diggle sighed, loudly.
"I'll pack up some clothes then."
._.Oliver stepped into the hallway of the dingy apartment building, shaking his head. Diggle was still complaining about how much worse Gotham was than Starling. Oliver had to admit, for the time of year, it was cold. Oliver sighed, addressing his partner.
"Diggle, complaining will only get you so far."
"Yeah well I'm not some ninja who can take out twenty armed men with a stick and string, so forgive me if I don't feel comfortable in the most dangerous city in America."
"Don't worry so much, Dig. Besides, we're here."
Oliver stepped forward, knocking on the door. There was muffled movement behind the door, but a moment later, several locks began to come undone. Another moment and the door swung open. Oliver's mouth dropped open. Diggle sputtered, stumbling over himself.
"Yes?"
Standing in front of them, clad in a green T-shirt that showed off her midriff, was Felicity Smoak.
BOOM, CLIFFHANGER!Please leave a review if you liked it. It's moving fast, but there is a lot I want to do with this story.BABAI FRIENDS!
