Robin Hood

Oliver didn't know what to make of Felicity's house. It was not like he envisioned how her house would look like in his free time. Yes, he had shot an arrow through her window once and had Diggle deliver a full truck of flowers, however, it was all made in the middle of the night, when the shadows were dark and all the peculiarities of her house were hidden.

First, it was light. There was no great surprise, it was a mirror image of his IT girl's light presence. But then, he found himself in front of a yoga mat. And weights. And a DVD with a scantily dressed woman that promised to teach how to reach impossible positions. Oliver decided to believe it was all in the love of yoga and relaxation.

"Oh, you can watch if you want. She is really great at teaching!" Felicity said happily from behind him, noticing where his eyes were glued to.

Oliver smiled at her and made a non-committed sound.

Then he observed the small toys around the TV. Not toys, as Felicity quickly said when he made the mistake of using that word. Figures. He knew some of them, the witch that could change her hair and appearance from Harry Potter (he could remember Felicity almost handcuffing him and Diggle when they confessed they had no idea what she was talking about when words like Quidditch or Hogsmeade fell from her mouth, so they would see the movies. And see they did. Now she was trying to make them read the books. Well, him, because Diggle found out that he was a great fan of the story and was already in the seventh book, after coming to the lair one day really down. After Felicity poked him enough he confessed he was still mourning Dumbledore.), the blue telephone box from Doctor Who, a Rubik cube, a small Robot, a small Simba and a Mulan figure with her male attire.

He could smell the flowers, yellow and happy, and then, when his eyes followed to the right, he found himself awestruck with the big poster on the wall.

The word "Hood" caught him off-guard and he stepped back to see what it was about.

"Oh, Robin Hood…" Oliver whispered, remembering the old movie he saw when he was a little kid. "I remember this…" he said, with a nostalgic smile.

"You do?" Felicity asked and he turned around to see her walking towards him with her arms full of clean sheets, covers and a pillow.

"Yes, I remember watching it as a kid…" Oliver chuckled at the irony. "But, why do you have it in your wall?"

Felicity blushed and diverted her eyes.

"Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of…" Oliver said, but Felicity shook her head.

"Actually, I do have…" she said and biting her lower lip, she looked up at him. "Because I stole it… when I was in MIT we made a bet… And the bet was I couldn't steal something from the cinema we were at… And they were having an old-movies marathon and Robin Hood was one of them… So, I grabbed it and took it… and then ran like crazy… I think I kept it as a souvenir of my first non-technological crime, if you don't count counting cards in casinos, that is…" she said, now happier that her crime was known to a crime-fighter hero.

Oliver looked at her with a mix of admiration and pride.

"Felicity Smoak, the poster thief…" Oliver stated and she laughed at him.

"Are you going to arrest me and say I failed this city?" she asked and Oliver shrugged his shoulders.

"You didn't steal it in this city, so I have my hands tied in this case…" he replied with a soft smile.

Felicity shook her head with mirth and gestured for him to follow her.

Well, Oliver thought, while he turned in this new bed, at night, he learned one new thing about Felicity. Maybe she didn't think archery was that ridiculous… or maybe… he thought rather wistfully, maybe her choice of decoration was a sign…

Well, no matter what, another secret of Felicity was uncovered.

She was an awful chooser of things to steal.

And no one should bet against her.

So, some of the things in her house in this story are from the picture Marc tweeted of her living room and some of them are my own invention.