Five sentence ficlet response to being given an initial sentence prompt.
"Still think archery's utterly ridiculous?"
"What?" The question leaves Felicity's lips in a rushed breath as the thug that was threatening her mere seconds ago falls to the ground; a single arrow to the knee the telltale of the Arrow's presence, even before his distorted voiced echoed through the alley.
He takes a step back, all teasing gone from his features while she racks her brain trying to remember when she said that, or more accurately to whom.
The realization hits her like a lighting bolt, still not soon enough as the man in green dashes through the shadows and out of sight before she can say it out loud.
"Oliver."