A/N: WinterRain36, I listened to the song! It is really good. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed, faved, and followed! You guys make my life so much better! Again, I am always open for any kind of request. PS, this chapter is more of a reflective chapter, so bear with me. But there will be lemons! And I am going to title every chapter form now on after a song, so if you have any song suggestions for future chapters, let me know! Enjoy!

Episode 8: I Know Places

Anna sighed, sitting on the floor in front of the large fire place in the Queen mansion's living room. Oliver walked in, back from the kitchen, and sat down next to her. He handed her one of the two glasses of wine he'd brought back with him. Anna was dreading this conversation, the one that she'd promised would happen. It was about very personal things, and Anna was never much on sharing personal details. She took a deep breath, and spoke,

"I didn't really run away when I was fourteen, I only went to live with my best friend, Cassie. At the time, things were hard at home. Dad was coming home at late hours, leaving early in the morning. Mom was completely aloof, hardly ever around for either Damien or I. Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon practically raised me past the age of thirteen. Not so much Damien, because, well, no one wanted anything to do with him and he wanted nothing to do with anyone else,"

"Dad didn't want Damien, let alone me. Rejection was common. But Cassie and I trained together and we found out there were others like us, others that wanted to do good. Once the whole group first met…we all fit like a glove. There was no separating us then. One of the members of the group took a special interest in me. He didn't want to share his name, but he wanted to be called something other than Idiot—which was Drake's idea. Drake was the wise guy in the group—so, anyway, he wanted everyone to call him 'Stranger' because he said it sounded mysterious."

"Who was all in the group?" Oliver asked. Anna smiled at the fond memories. "There was Drake, Barracuda, Victor, Cassie, Stranger, me…and at one point Barbara and Sarah were a part of the group," she said. "We were like family."

"What changed?" he asked. "You all seem…different, now." She inhaled and let the air out her nose. She crossed her legs in front of her and set her glass down on the floor beside her. "Stranger and I started dating for a while, but that didn't work out so well…" she paused, not wanting to say the truth about what had happened. It was too painful to think about. "You weren't dating, were you?" Oliver asked, already assuming he knew the answer. Anna shook her head and looked down, fidgeting with her hands. Oliver reached over and put his hand on top of hers. "You don't have to do this," he reminded.

"No…but, I need to. I haven't really told anyone about this. If someone knew, it was because they figured it out," she said. Oliver nodded and sat back, giving her some space. "I didn't really have any interest in Stranger that way, I mean, I looked up to him because of his skill and mindset…but that was it. He took advantage of that," she said. "He used me for so long that I just accepted it, and I went with it."

"Until someone found out…?" Anna nodded. "Who was it?"

"Drake did…" Anna thought back to that time. That desperate, dark time.

(Flashback; Narrative)

A young, muscular version of Drake barged into Stranger's room in an abandoned warehouse the group had used as their home. He was furious. Anna ran in after him, black hair and terrified green eyes. She pleaded with him to stop, but he didn't listen, he wouldn't listen. What Stranger had done was unforgivable. And Drake wasn't about to let that go. Stranger sat at an old desk in the corner when Anna and Drake had entered. He spun around in the chair and raised an eyebrow at Drake's expression. "What are yo-"

Drake grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him to his feet, slamming him into the nearby wall. "You son of a bitch!" Drake shouted. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What are you talking about? Damn it, Drake, let me go!" Stranger demanded. Drake only pushed him further into the wall. Anna stood a few feet behind them, watching in horror. A sixteen year old girl couldn't do anything in this kind of situation. "Drake, please, stop," she pleaded. Drake tuned her out. "You think you can rape someone and get away with it? You think you can do that to one of us?" Drake threw him to the ground and kicked him hard in the side. Anna jumped back and covered her mouth with her hand. "Is that what you think?" Drake grabbed him by his collar and punched him, his fist connecting with Stranger's jaw extremely hard.

Drake hit him so many times, blood covered the floor, his knuckles, and Stranger's face. When he was finished, he stood back, out of breath. "You ever even look at Anna again…I swear to god, right here and now, you will die. Got it?" Drake spat. Stranger struggled to nod, but did. "Now get the hell out of here and don't you dare come back!" Drake practically kicked Stranger out the door. Once Stranger was gone, Anna ran to Drake and hugged him tightly, crying. He still struggled to catch his breath as he held onto her. He was much older than her, and he felt as though she was his sister.

"It's okay," he said. "He won't ever hurt you again. I promise."

(Present Day; Narrative)

Anna told Oliver all about it. On the inside, he was mortified. But he didn't show it. He wanted to be the strong one in this conversation, in case that was what she needed. It took a while to finally finish the story, but, once she did, she was glad she got it all out. It was too much to bottle up inside of her all these years. And she was glad that Oliver was the only one that heard it. Suddenly, Oliver had a thought. "Did you ever find out who Stranger was?" he asked.

"Yeah, actually, I did," she said.

"Who is he?" he asked.

"If I tell you…you have to swear to me that you won't act," she said. He nodded. "I swear," he said. She took a deep breath. "Slade Wilson," she said. Oliver's expression changed almost instantly. He looked angry, like he was fighting to keep still. Now Anna had wished she hadn't said anything, given Oliver and Slade's past of course it would be a bad reaction. For some reason she expected something different. It was silent, the only sound audible was the sound of the fire cracking. Anna picked up her glass and took a drink. Oliver couldn't think of anything reasonable to say.

He didn't want to open his mouth and say something he'd regret later. "I get that reaction a lot," Anna joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Anna…" Oliver said.

"I know, you're pissed," she said. "But it wasn't exactly what I chose to happen to me."

"I know it wasn't," he said, turning to her defensively. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at Slade." She nodded. "What happened to you…it kills me," he said. "And knowing that Slade was the one that did it makes it ten times worse."

"To be fair, you were the one that wanted to know," she said.

"To be fair, you were the one that wanted to share," he said. He smiled and she chuckled. "How can you always find some way to make people smile when all they want to do is cry?" he asked. She shrugged. "I honestly have no idea," she said. "It just sort of…happens." He leaned over and kissed her cheek, lingering near her for a while. He whispered in her ear, "Why don't we go upstairs?"

"I was about to ask the same question," she whispered back. She turned and kissed him full on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap, so that she straddled him. Her arms wound around his neck and his hands rested on her hips. As they kissed, their tongues battled for dominance whilst their hands moved all over each other. Through Anna's thin leggings, she could feel his hard erection. She grinded against him and he growled lightly into her mouth. She smiled against his lips and pulled back. "We should really take this upstairs," she said.

"I gave Diggle the night off," he said, kissing her. "And Thea and my mother won't be home until tomorrow." She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it over his head. She ran her hands over his defined muscles. Her clothes suddenly felt too tight, and she pulled her shirt off. Oliver moved his lips to her cheek and kissed down her jaw line, then to her neck, all the way down to the valley between her breasts and back. He sucked and nipped on the spot behind her ear and she moaned loudly, gripping his arms for support to keep her upright. His kisses were intoxicating.

Wanting more of her, he unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. "Someone's eager," she mused. She pressed her lips to his as she started unclasping his belt. She moved off of him momentarily to get his pants off. Once they were gone, she climbed right back on him. "We need to get these off," he said, pulling down her leggings.

"Agreed," she said, pulling them off. Suddenly, he turned them and pinned her on the floor. But she was quick to rectify the problem, flipping them so she was on top. Oliver wasn't keen on the new position and flipped them back over. "Seriously?" she asked.

"You're impossible to please," he complained, sarcastically.

"Not if you press the right buttons," she said, in a low, sultry tone. She kissed him and he immediately deepened it. His hand slid down her side and pulled down her underwear. With only the thin fabric of his boxers in between them, she could feel just how hard he'd become. He pressed against her and she moaned, arching her back slightly. She moved quickly to pull off his boxers, leaving them both completely naked in the living room. He wasted no time thrusting into her. Once he was inside, Anna wound her legs around his waist. They moved together to create a steady rhythm.

But the slow, boring pace wasn't enough for either of them. Oliver pounded in and out and in and out in an animalistic way. Soon, both were moaning and crying out each other's names as they reached their end. Oliver rolled off of Anna and lay on his back beside her. She turned to him and kissed him. "Round two is waiting up stairs," she said. She grabbed her clothes and hurried up the stairs, down the hall, and into his room. He let out an airy chuckle and stood. He quickly grabbed his clothes off the floor and took the stairs two at a time.