Ardor
By Cortexikid
Chapter 2: Mistaken Identity
A/N: To those of you who enjoyed my first instalment, I will probably continue it sometime in the future.
For now, another Prompt. This one is from dreamyuniversestuff – Oliver, Felicity, and a case of mistaken identity…
I also changed Dick to Rick because I have the mental maturity of a twelve year old. Enjoy!
"Miss! Hey you, Miss! Excuse me!"
Felicity Smoak hurried on, ignoring the voice, and weaving in and out of the crowd. She had just six minutes to get in and out of Delaney's office before he was due to make his way back.
"Miss!" the voice sounded loudly in her ear as she felt a tap to her shoulder. It seemed she hadn't moved fast enough.
"Get rid of him, Felicity," she heard Oliver muttered into her comm. Habitually, her gaze flickered over to where he was standing at the bar, clad in his only remaining tuxedo after losing his fortune, efficaciously distracting Delaney, clapping a hand on his back and catching her eye over his shoulder, giving her a subtle nod.
Quickly, turned on the spot, her navy dress swishing a little.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely, meeting the tall, dark-haired man's gaze, her head tilted as she felt the precious seconds tick by.
As the man drank in her in, a flicker of appreciation registered in his features, before he flashed her a large smile.
"Are you Ms. Laurel Lance?" he asked, waiting patiently as she gaped at him.
"Uh, no. I'm not," she replied, her brow furrowed in confusion, wondering why and how the hell this guy could ever mistake her for Laurel, but not having the time to find out.
"Oh," his eyebrows rose in surprise, his tone and face apologetic before he stuck out his hand, "I'm Richard Grayson, so sorry for the mix-up."
Felicity stared at his hand for a moment, before reaching out and shaking it quickly.
"That's alright. If you'll excuse me—"
"I didn't catch your name," Grayson interrupted, his fingers tightening around hers ever so slightly, preventing her from pulling away.
Felicity's brow furrowed in confusion, increasingly aware of precious time being wasted.
"Um, it's Felicity Smoak. So sorry to be rude, but I really have to—"
"Break into Edgar Delaney's office? Yeah, I know," Grayson cut across her nonchalantly, as if they were discussing the weather and not the fact that he seemed to know she was trying to expose Delaney for the human-trafficker he was.
"What—"
"I just thought you'd want to know that what you're looking for isn't in his home office. He has a secondary location," he finished, a smaller smile gracing his face, apparently pleased with himself.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Felicity replied, pulling her hand from his, her eyes darting around, trying to catch a glimpse of Oliver or Digg.
"Oh, no need to be alarmed Ms. Smoak. I won't hurt you. And I'm sure Oliver has his eyes well-trained on me by now," Grayson murmured, his blue-green orbs twinkling under the dim light of the ball-room.
"You never did know when you weren't wanted, Dick," Oliver's voice suddenly sounded to Felicity's left, he stepping close to her and gently laying a hand on the small of her back in reassurance.
How did he manage to sneak up behind her? The man was a frickin' ninja.
"I go by Rick now, actually," the other man deadpanned, his eyes locked with Oliver's for a moment, before he turned his attention back to Felicity.
"No offense to the stunning Ms. Smoak here, but I thought you would have had taken Laurel to a fancy function like this…she apparently being the love of your life, and all."
Felicity felt Oliver tense, his fingers flexing against her back.
"It's been a long time since we last saw each other, Grayson," he said in lieu of a direct response to that statement, finally meeting Felicity's confused gaze.
"And how is it that you two know each other?" she asked, trepidation rising in her chest.
It was Grayson who stepped forward, dazzling smile still present on his admittedly-handsome face.
"Oh me and Oliver here go way back. We even have a friend in common…Amanda Waller. You know her?"
A/N: I've been thinking about writing a Dick Grayson/Nightwing story for a while now and this prompt just helped me get it off the ground. Thanks so much dreamyuniversestuff! I may continue this one too :)
