Lucy pulled her coat tighter around herself as she sat on a cargo hold. A pair of binoculars sat to her right. The show should start any time now, and Lucy was starting to get antsy. A thud echoed from across the wharf. Lucy fumbled for her binoculars and raised them to her eyes. The vigilante zipped from criminal to criminal as Lucy quickly hopped down and circled around him.
Soon the criminals that hadn't already taken an arrow were surrendering as police sirens could be heard coming toward the crime scene. Lucy followed behind the vigilante as he ran from the police. Keeping her sights on him, she ducked behind a wall to keep him from seeing her and followed a little more slowly, but as she turned around the corner, she found herself face-to-face with him.
"How did you do that?" Lucy asked, hoping for an answer but assuming that she wouldn't get one.
"You need to stay away. This is dangerous. And reckless," the vigilante growled.
"Says you. Mr. Queen," she whispered, and he stared at her menacingly. "Quit being dramatic. I know who you are and what you do, and I don't care. Not even a little. I just did this to prove a point."
"And what point would that be?"
"That you're not as careful as you think you are."
He fired an arrow at her, but she managed to narrowly dodge it.
"There's a lot wrong with you, isn't there?!" Lucy asked and took off one of her gloves. "Here. Watch." Lucy touched a metal bin with her left hand, and the bin glowed before, piece by piece, it faded into the air.
"How did you do that?" Oliver asked her.
"I touched it," Lucy answered smugly and put her glove back on her hand. "I wanted to prove to you that there are things that can't be explained so easily. A man in a blur doesn't sound particularly far-fetched now, does it?"
Oliver narrowed his eyes at her and said, "And you decided that now is the best time to question me?"
"Oh, it's far from the best time, but I couldn't think of any other way to really get your full attention. Plus I know that you wouldn't risk recording your nightly activities just to 'catch' me. People finding out about my ability rarely goes well."
"So, you decided to show me at night… in an area with no witnesses."
Lucy smirked and replied, "Well, we've got Felicity with us, right? Some kind of earpiece, I'm sure."
Oliver winced and asked, "Felicity? Are you alright?" He looked at Lucy threateningly, but she merely shrugged in return. Whatever was happening wasn't a part of her plan.
"All of the electronics crashed? How? Glitching screens?" Oliver whispered and gave Lucy a suspicious look.
"She was trying to find some dirt on me, wasn't she? That was a terrible idea… I may be able to help though. Unless you want to buy new equipment... That's the only way to deal with this particular pain. I know from experience."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing… but I have a computer person too. He's just not as nice as yours."
"So, how do we fix everything?"
"Well, either you can take me there or throw out your computer. I can talk some sense into him, but I'll need to be at the source of the trouble."
Oliver looked at Lucy for a few moments before gesturing for her to follow him. A motorcycle was parked in a shadowy area. He got on and motioned for her to get on the seat, and Lucy froze.
"Uh, I think… maybe you should just give me the address."
"I thought that you were brave?"
"Brave, yes. Suicidal, no. Do you know the statistics about motorcycle accidents?"
"Hurry up. It's the quickest way."
Lucy took a deep breath and got on behind him. When the motorcycle took off, she held onto Oliver so hard that she heard his back crack. Flying down the streets, they eventually came to an old building, and Lucy followed Oliver inside. After putting a code into the system, a door leading to a staircase opened, revealing a terrified Felicity. Anti was laughing as he set off different monitors.
"I don't know what the hell this is?!" Felicity explained to Oliver as Lucy calmly walked into the room. "I've never seen any computer program or hacker do this kind of damage."
Lucy walked up to the console and said, "Enough, Anti. I think that you've scared them enough."
"Aw! But Lucy! I'm having so much fun! It's not my fault they're too weak to handle it!"
"I said enough. I'm sure that we can find you a suitable target later. Right now you're scaring her, so stop."
Anti growled but stopped messing with the screens, and Lucy turned to see Oliver and Felicity staring at her with trepidation and distrust.
"I only heard one side of that conversation… do you hear voices?" Felicity asked and took a step back.
"Just his… and one other actually. But as you can see, he stopped."
"So… uh, what is 'he'?"
"No idea. What are you, Anti?"
"Handsome, funny, smart, strong," Anti replied cheekily.
"An idiot," Lucy said in a monotone, and Anti made a screen spark at her, startling Felicity. "The best idea I have is a demon of some kind."
"A demon?" Felicity asked in a small voice. "Oh, that's not good… I mean… I don't mean to be… species-ist? But… demons are usually bad, right?"
"How are you so calm now?" Oliver asked Lucy with a judging tone. "You were acting flustered when I met you earlier? Was that just a front?"
"I wish," Lucy muttered irritably. "You just caught me off guard. That's all."
Anti's gigging caught Lucy's attention as she realized that she sounded like a petulant child. Heat rose in her cheeks. Lucy clicked her tongue and looked away; she didn't like improvising.
"So, why are you so interested in Barry?" Oliver asked and watched Lucy.
"I told you… I'm Barry's friend. I'm working on solving his father's case."
"What case? I'm sorry to tell you this, but from what I've heard it seems to be an open and shut case. Even if Mr. Allen is innocent, there won't be much that you can do about it. You're only putting yourself in danger. How would Barry feel if you got hurt?"
Lucy took off her glove and grabbed one of the arrows. Holding it up, she noticed the look of awe and fear on their faces as they watched it disappear. Oliver seemed to be trying to figure out how she did it and watched it disappear carefully.
"I won't… get hurt that is. And if I did… it doesn't seem to last long," Lucy stated nonchalantly, putting her glove back on. "All I want is to help Henry Allen before I go. Once he's out of prison or Barry's awake, I'll just leave. You won't see or hear from me again, and your secret will be 'safe.' Not that your secret is of any value to me right now… or ever."
"Leave? I thought that you wanted to help Barry."
Lucy sighed and explained, "I'm working with a demon because there's a worse one after me. For Barry's sake, I'll leave when I get the chance… I don't want him getting hurt. But I don't want to leave while he's still vulnerable, and if I can help out with his dad…" Lucy shrugged.
Felicity interrupted Oliver, "So there's a worse demon?!"
"Yeah, Anti's the lesser of the two evils at the moment. Anyway, sorry to cause this much trouble, but I need to go. I thought that there would be more to it, since Dr. Snow and Cisco Ramon were here not too long ago. But it seems that they were here for something else. If you really don't have any information, then this was a waste of time."
"Well, we can agree on that," Oliver retorted gruffly.
"If you had answered my questions honestly, then we wouldn't be having this conversation. You need to learn how to lie or not lie at all," Lucy replied with a fake smile at Oliver. "And I'm sorry, Felicity. I know what I said earlier… bothered you."
"It's all good as long as you don't sic your demon on my computer again," Felicity said quickly.
"I won't," Lucy assured her with a meaningful glance at Anti, who rolled his eyes. Putting on her gloves, she started to leave when a hand touched her shoulder.
Oliver looked at her with confusion and warned, "You're treading in dangerous waters. How do you even know that Barry's father is innocent?"
Lucy quickly moved her shoulder out of his reach and glared at him coldly.
He continued, "Barry, at least, has a reason to believe his father. He was there. But… are you just running around endangering yourself on his belief alone? You have to admit… it doesn't have a whole lot of evidence."
"Neither does your missing arrow, but that doesn't mean that it's still on the table, does it?" Lucy snapped back irritably. "I've met him… Barry's father. I went to the jail… I wanted to tell him about Barry's condition… that it was getting better. I've seen murderers, Mr. Queen, and I can tell you with complete certainty that he's not one of them. He doesn't deserve to be in there."
Lucy's voice broke a little, and Oliver and Felicity looked at her with surprise and concern. Before they could say anything else, Lucy walked out of the room and up the stairs. She didn't like those looks. As she made her way back to her hotel, she tried to piece together a new plan.