Ok, so you guys know, I'm using Oliver Queen from Smallville because I loved him (had to cast a hot guy right?) except he didn't hook up with Chole. Damn it why isn't Justin coming back for Green Arrow on CW...
BC's the same as YJ, and PW & BL are my own OCs. Constantine Drakon is a Green Arrow villian, not an OC like Blind Lynx was. OK, I'll stop babbling and on with the chapter. REVIEW.
Demon Wolf.


Oliver Queen looked up when the door to his home opened, revealing sixteen year old Phantom Wolf, Black Canary's more or less daughter. Legally she wasn't, biologically she wasn't, but since both Phantom and her twin brother, Blood Lycan, were in foster care, with a mother they would more likely kill than hug, Dianh was their surrogate mother of sorts, and Leslie Drake's mentor. "Hey Uncle Oliver," the black haired girl said, kicking off her white and gray Year of the Dragon Chuck Taylors before automatically heading for the kitchen.
In the years that Roy had lived at Queen Estate both Leslie and Seth had made it their second home after Dianh's apartment in downtown Star City, just a few minutes from the apartment they should be living in. Leslie and Roy were particually close, which resulted in Seth and Oliver teasing them whenever possible, saying that soon Oliver and Dianh would be in-laws insted of husband and wife. Neither of them got away with those comments without injury.
"Where's Seth?" Oliver called.
Leslie returned to the living room, a piece of last nights pizza in between her teeth. The leather jacket that was too many sizes too big for her was unzipped, revealing part of her hero costume, which was white except for the black wolf on the front and the red PW on the back. It was basically a sports bra only a little bit longer; he questioned Dianh on why she let a thirteen year old wear that as her costume, along with a pair of white MMA shorts with red and black stripes down the side, all he got was: "How do you let your 'niece' wear what she does?". Though her blue Oakley Remedy aviator sunglasses were covering her green eyes he could tell she was giving him the does I look like the person who knows where their sibling is all the time look, or, according to Robin, Phantom Bitchface #2. "Just came here from a battle with Drakon," Leslie told him through muffled bites of pizza. Oliver nodded, understanding what she was doing there. The young female was going to spend the rest of the day asleep in one of the custom whirlpool tubs somewhere in his house, soaking the possible bruises that were more than likely forming from the encounter. "Black Canary here?"
It was the blond's turn to glare at her. "Probably not, haven't seen her around. And after you're done meet me in the living room, I'm gonna check out your injuries. Afterwards we'll head down to the Arrow cave and work on your archery," He told the girl. Leslie nodded reluctlantly, heading off to another part of the house.


Leslie groaned after the third straight hour of archery practice rubbing her sore shoulders. She was not good in any way at archery. Give her a set of throwing knives or sais though, and she would hit a bullseyes blindfolded. The black haired girl had grown up on darts, giving her imprecible aim with her hands.
Most people thought if you were good at archery, you were automatically good at long range throwing, or vice versa. They were wrong on so many levels. Give Artimis, Roy, or Oliver a Chinese Throwing Star they wouldn't be able to his the broad side of a barn door, or even the barn; give her a bow and arrow she wouldn't be able to hit the earth. She couldn't tell the difference in a bow from a long bow; the archers couldn't see the difference in a Japaniese and Chinese throwing star.
"I think you've worked her hard enough Oliver," Dianh spoke out, scaring the both of them. The black haired metahuman sighed in relief and fear when she saw her mentor. The Green Arrow nodded, disappering from the caves to the manor again. "What have you and him been up to?"
Leslie looked at Black Canary, "Training. That's not gonna happen again Dianh, that was just Eros being Eros."


Phantom Wolf sighed as GA sewed up the injury she'd recieved from Cupid. Ugh she wanted to kill that bitch so much, much like some of the whores in her school. Roy was Hades knows where, so Leslie pitched in to back up Oliver until Roy returned. She was going to punch him when he returned.
Ollie stood up, barley towering over her. "Ok, let's see your face," he told her. Leslies removed the white mask, placing it next to her on the counter. Oliver ran the pad of his thumb over the dark bruise on her cheek, his dark green eyes meeting her jade green eyes. Neither seemed to notice to that they were leaning towards each other until their lips met, even then they didn't seem to care.
It was a good ten minutes before they broke apart; it could have been longer if Black Canary hadn't walked in. "What the hell!" She yelled at them.
Oliver seemed to back away from the
minor as fast as he could, realizing what had just happened. "Dianh, it wasn't what it looked like. I was only patching her up from the fight with Cupid earlier.
"And that's why you had your tongue shoved half way down her throat!" Dianh screeched. Leslie covered her sesitive ears from the noise; she spotted a blond haired god with arrows floating nearby. The sidekick jumped off the counter and ran over, grabbing his robes and pulling him down with one good tug.
"This is why he had his tongue crammed half way down my throat, Black Canary. We couldn't help it, it was just Eros putting a spell on us," Leslie yelled at the blond.
Eros nodded, aparently also fearing Dianh Lance as much as Leslie Drake and Oliver Queen feared her at that moment.


Leslie pulled herself back to the present. "Yeah, it'll never happen again," she reassured Dianh before putting up the quiver and bow, trading them in for a set of throwing knives.