When Justice Calls
After the Undertaking Oliver Queen has hung up his hood and is now running his family's business. Then he hears there's another vigilante in town and she's been looking for him. He puts on his hood to find her and comes face to face with a ghost. SPOILERS for SEASON 2!
Ch 2
Oliver scanned the city from the rooftops. They city was rebuilding slowly. He saw a group of men walk into a liquor store that had escaped with minimal damage. The owner needing to still eat and pay bills had kept it open. And when people were down on their luck they turned to booze so it made sense to be open for them.
The men walked in with a purpose and he could tell it wasn't a good one. The owner was an older man around sixty; he was slightly overweight and balding. He was no match for what those men had planned. This part of town wasn't hit that badly and the men and he both knew that the cops would busy on the parts that were. Oliver leaped off the rooftop and ran to the store.
He had been looking for the Black Canary; Felicity said that she mostly seemed to go after men that had hurt women and gotten away with it but she also stopped multiple robberies and muggings in the past week. So maybe she'd show up here and he could take care of both things at the same time.
He entered the store quietly; one man held the owner at gun point making him empty the cash register. He could hear the rest of them in the store, laughing as bottles clanged together as they were stealing the liquor. The owner spotted him so he put his finger to his lips. He came up behind the man with the gun, threw his bow around his neck and pulled him backwards hard. The man was startled and dropped his gun.
The man aimed an elbow to his midsection, Oliver let go and the man spun around to face him in a boxing pose. This man thought he was a fighter, but his stance was sloppy and his hit was weak. Oliver hooked his bow on his back and prepared to fight him.
The man swung a wild punch at him that easily ducked. Oliver aimed a punch to his face and then one to his gut in a split second combination that sent him sprawling to the ground. Oliver told the owner to stay down and hidden. He walked over to the man while taking his bow out, the man moved to get up and Oliver cracked him across the face with it knocking him unconscious and continued walking to the back of the store.
He readied an arrow and sent it flying in to shelf holding cases of beer. The shelf toppled over bringing the beer crashing down around them. The four men stopped what they were doing and jumped out of the way.
They all ran at him. He got low and swung his bow around knocking one in the chin, a second in the gut. He rose up and aimed a kick to the third and palmed the face of the fourth. The two he hit fist got up and charged at him again.
He was just about done with those two when he felt a breeze sail past his ear, he looked up and saw her standing there in a throwing position, and he turned back and saw a knife lodged into the gun of one the assailants. He backed up looking at his gun confused. She then did a cartwheel and kicked him in the face as she landed while also grabbing her knife out of his gun before he fell.
There was only one guy left standing and he stared at the two of them, then he smiled. They heard more men coming from the storage room. They must've been let in through the back. Four more men opened the door and stood there with cases of vodka in their hands. They glanced at the fallen men and at their still standing comrade.
One of them threw the entire case at Oliver, He ducked as the case hit a shelf, shattering it and sending glass raining down on them. They split up three came at him and two went for her.
One of them came forward to face her in a karate stance which he probably learned from watching movies. He aimed a high kick to her face, a rookie mistake. She sidestepped aimed a sweep kick at his leg when he fell forward she spun around into a wheel kick hitting him in his face and took him down and over with a scissor kick. He was dazed and lying face down on the ground. She stood up, he didn't.
The Black Canary smiled as the second one pulled out knife and held it at her. She took out her own knife and flipped it around blade facing down and got into a fighting position. He stabbed at her clumsily and she dodged him without much effort. This guy had no idea how to use a knife as a weapon.
He charged her again, she stepped out of the way letting his momentum send him forward as he passed she elbowed him in the back. He got up with a snarl on his face and started swinging the knife wildly. She dodged his attempts but he did manage to scrape her arm with the blade. She looked down at the rip in her jacket and at the blood that started pooling through it. She looked back at him, he stood there smiling that he had gotten her. Fool she thought as she got back into position. She knew she was playing with them and she was taught not to do that. Quickly and efficiently leads to minimal mistakes.
She held her knife high knowing how he would counter her attack, she ran forward ready to stab downwards. As predicted his hand rose up to grab her wrist holding the knife to stop the attack. She let go of the knife, caught it below with her other hand. She aimed for his thigh, plunging it down missing his arteries. His hand went to his leg as he cried out in pain. She kicked him in the stomach sending him backwards and then sent a quick roundhouse kick to his face with an audible crack he fell to the floor.
Oliver just hit the last guy hard in the face because he wanted to watch her fight. Her movements were graceful and rhythmic she almost looked like she was dancing instead of fighting. When her guy went down she turned to look at him. They both heard the sirens coming towards them. He looked at the door then back at her but she was gone.
He was running down the street trying to find her when a cop car suddenly pulled in front of him. The car turned off and Detective Lance got out. Oliver noticed he was dressed in an officer's uniform.
"Where have you been?" was the first thing out of his mouth.
"Around" Oliver answered gruffly.
"Really, it doesn't look like it" he said with a just a hint of anger in his voice. He was remindied why he didn't like these vigilantes, they do whatever they want and leave whenever they want. They don't have to answer to anyone and they don't take an oath to protect the city for as long as they are able. "And now there's another one"
He thought they had come to terms with each other after the Undertaking. But he seemed to still hate vigilantes or maybe it was just him. "I'm here now" Oliver answered.
"Yeah" Quentin Lance replied shaking his head. For how long? And now she was here. He thought he had seen the last of her in Gotham. He would've thought she was too old for this, unless she had a protégée. He walked back to his car and drove away.
"I lost her" he told them pulling down his hood as he entered the lair. He waited around for little while longer to see if she'd come back. He supposed Lance showing up made her stay away.
"Not really" a female voice said from behind him. She walked into the lair clothed in black leather with a mask that was a lot more high tech then he originally thought.
"You followed me?" He asked gruffly.
"It wasn't hard" she said walking over to him, she reached around him and pulled something off his back. She held the tracker up for him to see. She watched him from the rooftop and was about to go to him when she saw who the cop was when he got out of the car. That made her pause and more determined to get to the Hood, but not here. They needed privacy.
Oliver looked at the tracker; she had gotten the drop on him three times. She was good or he had gotten rusty taking a five month break. "You said you were looking for me, I'm here. What do you want?"
She looked around the room and at the three people standing in it. She wasn't ever planning on coming back here, but now she had no choice. She turned to him. "I need your help, Ollie"
Oliver's eyes furrowed. She knew who he was and it was more than that. Only people that knew him well called him Ollie. "Who are you?" he asked.
She sighed and brought her hands to the side of her face. She released the buttons on the side and removed her mask.
Oliver stared at her wide eyed, his heart rate sped up as his brain registered the woman standing in front of him. It couldn't be her. It wasn't possible, he saw her die.
"Sara" he said in a breathy whisper.
Tbc…
