"Oliver? Adela?" Diggle asked and Oliver nodded.

Diggle got off the table and stood up, "You're that vigilante."

Diggle swung at Oliver and Oliver easily dodged it and Diggle leaned against the table,

"Easy, Diggle." I said as I helped him stand straight

"You were poisoned." Oliver said from behind us.

Diggle shrugged out of my grasp, "Son of a bitch." He once again tried to hit Oliver, but Oliver stopped him,

"Come on." Oliver said before letting him go, "I could have taken you anywhere. Could have taken you home. I brought you here."

"You really did lose your mind on that island." Diggle said.

"Found a couple of things along the way." Oliver replied.

"Like what, archery classes?" Diggle questioned.

"Clarity." Oliver corrected. "Starling City is dying. It is being poisoned by a criminal elite who don't care who they hurt, as long as they maintain their wealth and power."

"And what are you gonna do, take 'em all done by your lonesome?"

"No." Oliver answered. "Now, I want you to join me. Special forces out of Kandahar. It's perfect. You're a fellow solider."

"What about blonde over there?" Diggle asked.

"Hey!"

"I'll deal with her later." Oliver answered.

"You're not a solider, Oliver. You're a criminal. And a murderer." Diggle said before leaving.

Then Oliver turned to me. He opened his mouth to talk but I cut him off,

"Your family is worried about you. We'll deal with this tomorrow."

He nodded, "Don't think about avoiding me."

"Wouldn't dream of it." I replied before leaving.


So... I didn't meet Oliver the next day. I was working a double shift. Besides, he was busy. Two days later I was having dinner with Laurel at a small diner, and she told me that the Hood paid her a visit about the case about a husband who killed his wife. The Hood thought he was innocent. That Jason Brodeur was the one that killed her. The Hood wanted Laurel to be Declan's attorney.

And guess who's on Oliver's list? Jason Brodeur.

After dinner I went home and my lights wouldn't turn on.

"Great. That's nice of you." I said as I saw the Hood in my living room.

"I didn't get a chance to talk to you yesterday." Oliver said as he put down his hood.

"Yeah, I had to work a double shift." I replied.

"How much do you know about what I'm doing?" Oliver asked.

I sat on my couch, "I know you're after people on this list in a little notebook of yours."

"This one?" He asked, throwing the book on my coffee table.

I nodded, "Yeah. Everybody you've been after, their name is in that book."

"It was my father's. I found it in his pocket before I buried him." Oliver said.

"I thought Robert drowned?"

"My dad and I made it to a life raft. There wasn't enough food or water for the both of us, so he shot himself in the head." He said.

"Oh god, Oliver, I'm sorry." I replied.

"He told me to right his wrongs, Adela, and that's what I've been doing." Oliver said. "And I want you to join me."

"Why? I'm no help to you." I asked.

"You'll be there for... moral support." Oliver replied. "And occasionally my personal nurse."

"Just take care of Laurel while she's on this case you got a deal." I said.


Oliver did what I asked him to do. He took care of Laurel. That night she went to Iron Heights to talk to Declan when the prisoners rioted. He was there and he kept her safe. That now means that I'm on board.

I drove to the facotry and went down into Oliver's hideout where he was playing the news report and Brodeur was arrested. I saw Oliver open the notebook and cross out the name with a pen.

"Laurel went with Declan to reunite him with his daughter." I said and Oliver whipped around.

"She thinks I'm a killer." Oliver said.

"You have a reason. You give those people a chance to do what's right." I replied, touching a few of his arrows.

"Doesn't matter. I still kill them."

"Some of them are killers, too." I held my hand out to him, "Come on."

He grabbed my hand and I led him out of the factory and to my car. I drove back to his house and when we got inside, we saw Diggle in the living room.

"You here for the bodyguard position? 'Cause the new guy just quit." Oliver said.

"No, I'm not." Diggle rpelied, "I'm here about the other position."

Oliver held out his hand for Diggle to shake, "Just to be clear, I'm not signing on to be a sidekick. But you're right. Fighting for this city needs to be done, and you're gonna do this with or without me."

"Yeah." Oliver said.

"But with me, there'll be fewer casualties, including you."

"Diggle, I'm not looking for anybody to save me." Oliver said.

"Maybe not, but you need someone just the same. You are fighting a war, Queen, except you have no idea what war does to you, how it scrapes off little pieces of your soul. And you need someone to remind you of who you are, not this thing you're becoming."

They shook hands only for a second before the door bursted open, "Oliver Queen."

"What is this? You can't just barge in here." I heard Walter say.

"Yeah? Well, I got a badge and a gun that says differently." Quentin replied.

"Hey, what the hell is going on?!" Oliver asked as we walked over to Walter.

Quentin walked over to Oliver, "Oliver Queen, you're under arrest on suspicion of obstruction of justice, aggravated assault, trespassing, acting as a vigilante... "

"Are you out of your mind?!" Oliver exclaimed as he was handcuffed.

"And murder." Quentin finished before dragging him outside.