Felicity opened her eyes. Someone had taken her glasses so she couldn't see, but she saw a dark shape in the corner. She smiled. "Oliver?" her voice was barely a whisper.
"You know, I've been called my fair share of horrible things, but that really takes the cake."
She blinked; it wasn't who she was expecting, but she was glad he was here. "Bruce."
He got up and moved his chair closer to her bed, his face coming into focus. Taking her hand, he grimaced. "How are you?"
"Peachy." She murmured. "You?"
He grimaced. "Why didn't you call me?"
She shut her eyes and looked away. "Bruce, I-"
"I know your fiance" He spat the word out in disgust. "Has the world's most fragile ego, but the second you saw how much of a threat Darhk was you should have called."
Felicity bit back a smile. Well no one could say Bruce wasn't consistent. "Bruce, we gotta work on your bedside manner." she murmured. "Because lecturing a woman on her death bed is usually frowned upon." Bruce's eyes narrowed.
"Don't even joke about that." He growled.
She winced. "I'm glad you're here." She said. 'But shouldn't you be out...dispensing justice?"
"My team's on it." Bruce replied running his fingers over the back of her hand. "I'm exactly where I need to be."
"I'm no relationship expert." The voice came from behind Oliver as he staked out a ghost hideaway. "But I'd say that a man who leaves his fiancee alone in a hospital room after she almost died isn't someone who's very committed."
Oliver spun around, his bow raised. There were three figures in the darkness of the other side of the roof. "Who are you?" He growled.
"In fact, I'd say he's not committed to the relationship at all." The figure on the left was the one who'd spoken. "What do you guys think?"
"Cowardly." The center figure stepped forward, he was wearing a red mask with two slits for his eyes, a leather jacket, bullet proof vest and had two guns in holsters at his hips. He crossed his arms. The figure on the right, the shortest of the three followed. He was wearing red and had a black cape. There was an R on his chest. The first figure who'd spoken followed suit. Tall, dark hair with a blue and black suit he crossed his arms.
"Agreed. I always thought that Lis would be smart enough to pick someone decent for her."
"She dated that Cooper guy, though." The shortest, and now that he'd spoken Oliver realized the youngest, added.
"And she's not dating Bats." The one with the red mask said. The other two looked at him in surprise. "What? I have eyes."
"Yeah, but we didn't realize that you could use them to pick up on basic social cues." The tall one said, smirking as the center figure pulled out a gun and waved it menacingly in his direction.
"Who are you?" Oliver asked.
"We're the guys who're about to do your hero job for you while our associate does your fiancee job for you." The tallest replied. "The name's Nightwing. That's Red Hood and Robin." He pulled two batons from his utility belt. "Now get out of our way so we can show you how it's done."