Chapter 2:

"Diggle, what do you know about the Vigilante?" Felicity asked as she looked out the window of her office staring down at Starling City.

"He's a murderer. Why has he threatened you?" he asked.

She shook her head, her golden ponytail swaying. "He saved me, actually. Olivia too. We were walking home when someone tried to rob us. Next thing I know, he's standing in front of us protecting us."

"He isn't some damaged animal you take home to heal," Diggle warns me. "He's dangerous. This man has killed people. Don't be fooled by one act of kindness."

"I'm not some damsel in distress," Felicity snap. Then she rethought her statement. "Well, I'm not always a damsel in distress. All I know is that he isn't what everyone is saying about him. There's just something about him...Never mind it's stupid."

"What?"

"There's just something about him that reminds me of someone I used to know." she sighed. "I think I'll get back to work now."

Felicity didn't want to speak on the subject any more. It was stupid. She had felt so comfortable around the Vigilante. Perhaps that was only because he had saved the two of them from being mugged and who knows what else. He wasn't just a murderer, he was a protector. After all he had protected them when he hadn't even known them.

For the rest of the day, Felicity couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She didn't dare bring this up to Diggle. If she said something he would demand that she stay at the Queen Manor to make sure that she was one hundred percent safe and secure. That was the last place she wanted to spend any more time than she had to.

When night fell in her apartment, she caught the glimpse of the Vigilante on the roof of the building across from her's. With a warm cup of tea, she made her way up to the roof of her building using the fire escape. He hadn't moved from his spot. Instead he just watched her curiously.

"Could you come over here for a moment?" she asked him.

He pulled an arrow from his quiver. For a brief moment, Felicity wondered if this was a bad idea. The Vigilante could kill her with one quick fluid movement. That feeling diminished when he shot the arrow over. A cord now hung between the two buildings. Using the bow as a hanger, the Vigilante glided to her building.

"You beckoned?" The Vigilante asks in his deep voice that left chills down her spine.

"I wanted to thank you," she said, handing him the cup of tea. "It's cold tonight so I thought this would warm you up a bit."

She watched as he sniffed the tea after taking it from her hands. Carefully he took a sip of the hot liquid, rolling it around on his tongue.

"It's not poisoned if that's what your wondering. Well not that I couldn't poison it. It's just I wouldn't. Why would I do that? You saved me and my daughter. Besides I'm sure that I'm not the killer of the group." Felicity bit her lip, stopping herself from babbling any more. "Sorry, I tend to ramble on about things."

The Vigilante chuckled. "It's all right. It's a bit refreshing than what I'm used to."

Staring at him, she tried to catch a glimpse of who he was. He made sure that he stayed in the shadows, concealing his identity.

"Just so you know, I don't believe what they say about you," she says.

"What do they say about me?"

"That your a killer. A bad guy that needs to be stopped."

"And what do you think?" he asks, needing to know her feelings.

She sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. There's good in you, that I do know. You wouldn't have saved me or my daughter if there wasn't."

"Your daughter...what's her name?"

"Olivia," Felicity smiled as she thought about the blonde bundle that was fast asleep a few floors below.

"The father? Where is he?"

"He's out of the picture," she says. "He's been gone for quite some time now."

"I'm sorry. Couldn't take the idea of being a father?" The Vigilante asked her.

She took a seat down on the furniture that was sitting on the roof of the building. "I wish it was that simple. He...he didn't know that he was going to be a father. I hadn't found out until after he was gone. My husband...he'd gone on a business trip with his father. They both went missing, presumed dead."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be. It's been a couple of years since then."

"That doesn't make the pain lessen any." he took a sip of the hot drink.

She wipes away a tear that had fallen. "No, no it doesn't. I named her after him. Olivia. Olivia Queen."

"Queen?" he asks. "That must mean you are Felicity Queen, wife of Oliver Queen."

Felicity gave off a broken laugh. "I haven't been called that for some time now. I changed my last name back to Smoak after Olivia was born. I...I couldn't take people calling me Mrs. Queen. That wasn't who I was anymore. Oliver used to call me that sometimes. He'd always tease me and call me Queen Felicity. Just the thought of someone else calling me Mrs. Queen when he wasn't here anymore...I just couldn't handle it."

The Vigilante finished off the last of the tea. "I'm sure that he would have been proud of you. Raising a beautiful daughter on your own."

She smiled at him. "Thank you." Felicity held out her hand for him to give the cup back. Instead he threw the bumble-bee mug off the roof of the building. "Hey!"

"Sorry about that. If I'd given it back to you, you might try to discover my identity with my DNA." he says. "Thank you for the tea, Miss Smoak."

"Thank you for saving us." she says with a nod.

In a swift move, the Vigilante jumped off the roof of the building. When she looked over the edge, he was nowhere to be found. All that lay in the alley was the broken remains of her cup.