Chapter 9: You have to remember me

"Ollie?" Oliver stared at the crime fighter's face. It was the same vigilante that tried to stop him when he robbed the bank. It was the same person he felt he shared some type of connection with, like he had something to do with his past. Who was this kid? Whatever, it didn't really matter who he was. All that mattered was that this kid was trying to prevent Two Face from having his revenge and Oliver had to stop him. He had to get focused again.

"Give me the flask or else I'm going to fire this arrow," he said. He turned towards the girl in the room. "And don't even think about using telekinesis on me. I have a couple of arrows that have the chemical at the tip of them, including this one. So, if you try to stop me with telekinesis, you're dead." He turned towards the boy again. "Now, give me the flask that you're holding, kid."

"Ollie, it's me. It's Connor. You have to remember me." Great, this kid was trying to take advantage of the fact that he couldn't remember anything. He was trying to take advantage of his uncertainty and vulnerability. He was trying to take advantage of the feeling that he had, the feeling that told him that he once knew this kid, that he was once a part of his life, that he had something to do with his mysterious past. This was exactly what Two Face had warned Oliver about. He told him that they would try to take advantage of him and he was right.

Oliver couldn't let them take advantage of him. He couldn't allow himself to believe anything that they said. He had to remember that he had a job to do. In order to do his job, he had to forget the feeling that he had. He couldn't trust the feelings that were inside of him. The feeling that he had told him that he once knew this kid but even though he looked very familiar, Oliver knew that he really didn't have anything to do with his past. His feelings had to be incorrect. He had to ignore them.

He snapped out of his thoughts, got focused again, and remembered what he had to do and nobody, especially some kid, could make him forget what had to be done. "Give me the flask," he said for the second time.

"Ollie, It's me. It's Connor. Come on. You have to remember." Suddenly, Oliver had a flash. He was with this kid late one night and he was showing him archery. The kid couldn't get it at first but he was getting better at it. He still wasn't ready to take on the city's thugs though. The flash ended. It had seemed so real. It felt like it really happened. His flashes have never been that intense before. Unlike all his other ones, he could remember every detail so clearly.

Whatever, the kid must have done something to him. He had to remember that the girl could enter into his mind. She must have done something to his mind to make him think that he had a flash. The flash that he just had probably wasn't real, it was just some illusion that she created in his mind to make him think that he had one. She did that because if he actually thought that he had a real flash then he would gain their trust and he would allow them to ruin Two Face's plan. Oliver couldn't let that happen. He couldn't allow himself to believe these things. He had to get focused and he had to stop them from ruining Two Face's plan.

"Give me the flask," he demanded again.

"Ollie, it's me. You just have to remember. I'm your son. My name's Connor Hawke." Oliver had a flash again except this time he was answering the door in his apartment.

'Hi, can I help you kid?'

'Um, yeah. Are you Oliver Queen?'

'Yes, I am.'

'Well, this is kind of hard to say, but I'm your son. My name's Connor Hawke.'

The flash ended. It had seemed so real. It was so intense. Oliver had never had a flash like that before. It had lasted so long and every detail was so clear. His flash had felt so real that when it ended, he forgot where he was for a moment. None of his flashes had ever been that intense and that real before.

Whatever, he had to get focused again. He had to remember what he had to do. He had to ignore the flash that he just had. He had to remember that the flash didn't mean anything because it was just a trick. They were just messing with his mind. He had to get focused again and return to reality.

"Give me the flask or else I'm going to fire this arrow," Oliver said one more time.

"I don't think you'll do that, Ollie. Come on, it's me. It's Connor. You just have to remember."

Since every threat that Oliver had given him so far wasn't working, he decided to try a different approach. "Give me the flask or else I'm going to fire this arrow at your girlfriend." That one finally got to him. Oliver saw the fear in his eyes as he finally handed him the flask. "Now, give me your comm sets." They handed them to him.



Oliver turned to face the scientists. "Get back to work. Two Face wants to make sure everything goes according to plan. And don't worry, there won't be anymore disturbances." He turned to face the young vigilantes again. "Come with me. We're going to visit Two Face."

As they were walking, the kid was still trying to convince him that he was once a part of his life. "Look, I can tell you everything about your past. Your name is Oliver Queen." Queen. His name was Oliver Queen? It sounded familiar. It sounded very familiar. Was that his name? No, no it couldn't be. He had to be lying to him. Oliver had to remember that he couldn't trust this kid. He had to remember that he was just trying to trick him.

"You were a vigilante. You went by the name Green Arrow." Green Arrow? But that was the name in the dream that he had the other night. How did he know? Could he be telling him the truth? No, that's crazy. Remember, the girl was telepathic. She probably just read his mind and told the kid about his dream so they could use it against him.

"You were murdered two years ago by a man named Onomatopoeia." Onomatopoeia. For some reason that name sent chills down his spine.

"Okay, that's enough, kid. And stop calling me Ollie. My name's Oliver."

"Well, I always called you Ollie and so did all your friends. That's probably why Two Face never called you Ollie. He's not exactly your friend. He's just using you."

"Look, that's enough. I'm tired of you trying to convince me of things that aren't true. I mean, come on. I died two years ago? If I died then I wouldn't be here talking to you."

"That's because Two Face brought you back from the dead. He's the reason why you can't remember anything." Two Face was the one who did this to him? No, it had to be a lie. It was a lie. That couldn't be true. It was ridiculous. It was completely absurd. Two Face couldn't be the one who had done this to him. He could trust Two Face. He couldn't trust these two kids. Two Face couldn't be the one who did this to him, right? He could trust him, right?

Great, this is exactly what these kids want. They want him to question everything. They want him to question his loyalty to Two Face. They tried to trick him into thinking that Two Face was really the one who was lying to him and that he was really the enemy. They almost got him that time. He had to get focused and he couldn't let them get to him.

"Nice try. That was really good. If you really want to convince me of lies though, try to make up stories that don't sound so unbelievable," he said.

"Look, I'm telling the truth. I'm your son, dad. I'm not the enemy, Two Face is. He's the one who's been lying to you. He's the one who's been messing with your mind."

"Two Face is the man who is trying to help me. I don't know who you are," he told him. But even as he said those words he didn't really believe them. He knew that he had some type of connection with this kid. He had seen him somewhere before. Connor Hawke. That name was too familiar. Oliver Queen. That was his name once before, he knew it. Green Arrow. That was who he was. The kid's story seemed so familiar. It felt like it was all true. It was like it actually happened. It was like that was really his past. Could it be possible that the kid was telling the truth? It all seemed to fit the puzzle. What if Two Face really was the one who was lying to him? No, that's impossible. The kid was lying. He had to be. He couldn't be telling the truth. Oliver couldn't trust him. He had to be lying. He just had to be.

They walked into the room that Two Face was in. Huntress and Detective Reese were tied to a chair. Oliver handed Two Face the flask. "They tried to ruin the chemical by putting this stuff in it. I retrieved it before they could do anything though."

"Nice work, Oliver. Put them with Huntress and the detective," Two Face told him.

The kid faced him again. "Dad, don't do this." Oliver saw the look in the kid's eyes. Wow, he was really good at acting. Either that, or he wasn't really acting and he had been telling the truth the entire time. Oliver didn't know. He wished he knew if the kid was lying. He wasn't sure anymore. He wasn't sure about anything anymore. But it didn't matter, he had to do his job.

He tied them both up quickly. Because he was so lost in his thoughts, the ropes tied around them were a little more loose than he had intended. He walked away from them without knowing that, and stood next to Two Face, not sure what to believe anymore.

"Now it's time to finally get my revenge," Two Face said. He gave an evil grin that sent chills down everyone's spines.

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I'm sorry it took me over a week to update. For some reason I was having difficulty writing this chapter. Every time I thought I had a final copy, I always found something wrong with it. Well, hopefully I did a good job and it was worth the wait. I'll try to add the next chapter soon.