A/N: Hey everybody. Sorry I'm a bit late with updating this story. I've gotten a bit sick recently, so I've been trying to recuperate. I'm working on this when I can, and I'll update as soon as I can. In the meantime: how did I capture Felicity? She's one of my favorite characters, so I REALLY hope I did her justice. What do you think?

It was late, though early for a night out on patrol. Roy dropped his bow and quiver beside his bed and plopped down, a long sigh escaping his mouth. It was a good thing he didn't bring anything with him, since there wasn't even a lock on his door. He figured he'd try and get some sleep, but there were more pressing issues at hand. Taking out his communicator, he pressed it, sending a signal straight to Felicity.

After a few seconds, Felicity answered from the other end, asking, "Hey Roy. What's up? Everything alright in Starling?"

"Yeah," Roy answered. "Actually, I'm not in Starling right now. I'm… I'm in Bludhaven."

"Bludhaven? What're you doing in the Bloody Haven?"

"I got a tip- something about Vertigo popping up. I thought I'd check it out."

"And? Did you find anything?"

"I might have… I interrogated this drug dealer. He said something about 'Avalon'. Could you do a search for me?"

"Hmm…" There was silence for a few minutes, before she said, "Two neighborhoods: Avalon Hill and Avalon Heights. Sorry I can't give you anything more specific."

"It's alright. This should be fine."

"Hey Roy? Be careful, alright? I know I don't have to remind you how much it would suck to… to lose another weapon in our arsenal. Because that would really suck-"

"Don't worry Felicity. I understand," Roy said, chuckling in spite of himself. "I'll take care. See you guys back at Starling." He pressed the communicator again, shutting it off, before rubbing his eyes over his mask. Although he was pretty tired, he had a lead now on where to go to find the source of the Vertigo. Should he go for it? Or maybe take a breather, rest for a few hours? He didn't want to stay in Bludhaven too long, but Oliver wouldn't send him out if his head wasn't in the game, which it technically wasn't right now.

As he tried to determine what he'd do, a voice from his window said, "You look like crap. Coffee?"

Instinctually, Roy rolled over to the far side of the room, towards the wall and away from the window, grabbing his bow and quiver along the way. Notching an arrow was second nature to him now, and he aimed his drawn bow towards the source of the voice.

There he was- the guy from earlier. Same hair, same suit, same symbol. "You didn't answer me earlier," Arsenal began. "Who are you?"

"I'm to this city what you and the Arrow are to Starling, and what The Flash is to Central City," the man said. Once again he offered a cup of coffee that was in his hand. "Now, you didn't answer my question. You look like crap. Coffee? You're gonna need it if you're gonna go out again."

"How can I trust that's coffee?" Arsenal asked.

"Really? Fine." The man took a sip from the cup, before offering it once more.

"That doesn't prove anything."

"Well, you're smart. I can give you that. Now, why don't you take it for yourself and smell the roast?"

Slowly, Arsenal moved towards the cup, lowering his bow when the other masked man did nothing. Taking the cup, he smelled the strong brew of the coffee, then tentatively took a sip. When his taste buds and nerves confirmed it was coffee, he gave his thanks, before drinking the rest of the cup.

"So, are you gonna check out the Avalons?" the man asked.

"Might as well. I'd like to get out of here as soon as I can."

"That's a good mindset. After all, when Hell is a promotion to this place and it's a compliment, you probably wouldn't want to stay long here."

"So then, why do you?"

The man was silent for a few moments. For once, the smile had left his face.

"Because I was sent to this city, and I decided to make it my city."

Arsenal nodded. "Thanks for the coffee," he said, before throwing the cup away in the trash can. Feeling his second wind just starting, he made sure he had all his equipment, before pulling his hood over his head once more. "Now, I've got some Vertigo to plug."

"Don't worry, I'll catch up to you later," the man waved. Arsenal marched down the stairs, and once the man confirmed that he had left the building, he entered the apartment and picked up the discarded cup of coffee. He produced a plastic zip lock bag and placed the cup inside it.

As he sealed it, he muttered to himself, "I oughta be able to analyze this at home. So… who exactly are you, Arsenal…?"