A/N: Here's a bit of Oliver/Verena for TheNewBatgirl. :)
STAR CITY
SEPTEMBER 29, 2010
17:02 PDT
Three arrows hit the center of three targets consecutively without flaw.
Oliver nodded in approval, his blue eyes sparkling. "Nice job, kid," he said, ruffling my hair. "I'd definitely say it's gotten a lot better since our earlier years."
I frowned. "Don't remind me…"
STAR CITY
JULY 25, 2008
08:24 PDT
"The key to archery is to be one with the bow," Oliver began. I looked blankly at the archer. "What?" he cocked an eyebrow at me.
"That's really cheesy," I commented, and I heard Roy snort from where he sat in the Arrowcave.
"I'm the mentor here, kid, so just listen," Oliver rolled his eyes. "Breathe in, and remember to release the string with all your fingers. Relax your shoulders a bit…"
I did as he said, my eye still on the target.
"Now let go."
I released the string, and the arrow went flying. Roy's eyes widened and I probably would've laughed if it weren't for the fact that I had launched it.
The redhead jumped out of the way, just as the arrow flew where Roy was a few seconds ago, before hitting some empty test tubes, breaking them.
I heard Dick cackling like no tomorrow a few feet away and I frowned. I whirled around to look at my adoptive brother, who was literally on rolling on the floor laughing. I glared at his form, willing my Batglare-in-training to do its job.
"If it helps," Bruce said from where he stood, "Dick broke a computer the first time he launched an arrow."
Dick stopped laughing and frowned at our mentor. "I thought we agreed we tell no one!"
"Nice job, Dick!" I laughed. "Hah!"
"How does one have such great aim with a gun suck so much at archery?" Oliver asked, confused. "They're both artillery weapons."
"But it only takes a finger to launch a bullet," I looked at Oliver. I then looked at the broken test tubes and then Roy, who was brushing the dirt off his pants. "Sorry."
"I've had worse life-threatening situations," Roy responded, sitting down again, but in a further location away from the target… somewhere behind me.
"Okay, so I suck at archery," I frowned.
"It's all trial and error," Oliver said, patting my back encouragingly. "I missed a hell of a lot of targets before I was able to become the marksman I was today. Same with you and your guns, right?"
I nodded, remembering me actually even being knocked over by the gun's recoil when I was younger. Boy, that was one heck of a doozy.
"Just keep practicing, you'll get it eventually," Oliver encouraged me, handing me another arrow. "Now try again."
A/N: Can I just say Stephen Amell is so hot at Oliver? ._. Remember to review! ;D