Autor's note: This is bassed on the serie and not on the comics. First person perspective. One shot.
I'm sharpening an arrow. I'm thinking about John Diggle. To him I'm Oliver Queen a billionaire with a playboy attitude. I want to do this alone. An inner voice goes. But even that voice knows I'll need someone to convince the police that I have a good alibi. I could just hire a mercenary. But I know I need someone next to me. Someone who will be the voice of my concious. I am about to knock off names off of my father's list. Part of me hesitates. Who am I? I am not God. I'm only an executer of justice. That is who I am. For now they call me Arrow. In Russia it was The Hood. Thankfully they haven't put the two togther. My arrow is sharp enough I must return to being Oliver Queen. Tonight I will find a way to talk to Diggle and convince him that I should be trusted. I will also be seen by a security camera. I am Arrow signing off for the day.