"They'll be fine!" Aunt Thea exclaimed, whacking Uncle Roy lovingly in the shoulder and doing that weird shrug that she did while shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She wore a nice dress, which wasn't unusual, and Uncle Roy wore a poor-fitting suit and shifted in his oversized dress shoes. "It'll be good for him. Right, Tommy?"

I couldn't hide that I was shifting uncomfortably, too. "What? Yeah, fine."

She folded her arms. "We'll only be gone with your Mom and Dad a couple hours. Lian should sleep the whole time, she likes to stay quiet until about 3 AM."

"He doesn't even know CPR!" Uncle Roy murmured.

"Neither do you, Roy. Listen, if there's a medical emergency, the next door neighbor is an EMT and he should be home all night. Any other emergency, call us. The numbers are on the fridge. You can watch TV and eat anything from the kitchen."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You'll be fine."

Instead of watching TV, I turned on my tablet and connected up to the Wi-Fi. I, of course, searched Green Arrow cases. There was a whole website, an archive, of his enemies and achievements. There were also articles of the Arrow, which most people believed were the same person. I knew they were right. I'd seen both suits in the foundry.

His first big enemy, of course, was Malcom Merlyn, who set off an earthquake machine years before I was born. He was hungry for revenge on the Glades, where his wife and the mother of his son, Thomas Merlyn, was killed by some guy named Brick. Both Thomas and Malcom died in this struggle… or did he?

Mom had been talking to a guy named Malcom Merlyn the night that I found out about my dad. That was two years after my accident, though, and it sounded like they hadn't seen each other in a while. Maybe I wasn't looking in the right places. Maybe I should be looking at my dad's history…

Connor Hawke, son of Oliver Queen…

Connor Hawke. I knew Connor, my half-brother. He was twelve years older than me, and came to my house until I was six. He didn't like me very much, and tried to ignore me the best he could. My dad tried to explain that he was jealous, but I still didn't understand. My parents have had to bail him out of jail a couple of times, in response to his mom's pleas. I try not to think about Connor.

I kept digging until, finally, my eyes drooped and I couldn't read the words on the page anymore. Aunt Thea's couch was so comfortable…

I woke up to Lian's crying and immediately began to panic. She wasn't supposed to cry! I had no idea how to take care of babies. What if I had to change her diaper or feed her or something? I grabbed my phone and began to call Aunt Thea, lifting myself into my wheelchair.

I rolled into the room, phone in my hand, and looked at the crib. I saw a silhouette leaning over the crib and I dropped the phone.

"Hello? Tommy?" I heard quietly coming from the phone. "Tommy?"

I turned on the light, and there was a picture perfect, if not well aged, Malcom Merlyn standing over Lian's Crib with a bow and arrow pointed at me. My jaw dropped, and I froze.

"Hello, Thomas."

"G-get out of here!" I exclaimed, a weak argument from a kid in a wheelchair.

Malcom laughed put down the arrow, and picked up Lian. I didn't know what to do, but I heard the phone go quiet. They must have hung up, thought I'd called by mistake or something. I couldn't pick up my phone from where I was.

"Not very good manners towards the father of the man you were named after, Tommy."

"Don't call me T-Tommy." I stuttered, meaning to sound tougher than that.

"I'm just here to see Lian. I've been chasing Oliver all over trying to see her once. He won't even let me see my own granddaughter!"

"What? She's not your-"

He cut me off halfway through. "Oh, your father didn't tell you? Thea is Oliver's half-sister. It's a long story, really."

"You're lying."

"Why else do you think I'm here?" He hushed Lian, bouncing her up and down in his arms. "You know, I used to do this with Tommy, many years ago. He grew up so fast… and he was gone so fast. So nice of your father to make you his reminder."

"You!" I felt like I had just hit an epiphany. "You hit us with the truck that day!"

"No, no," Merlyn said, disgusted. "I'm not a good man but I would never harm a- Hello, Thea."

"Merlyn." I looked behind me and saw Aunt Thea above me, still in her dress pointing a red arrow at Merlyn's head. "You're going to put her down right now, or I'm going to chase you all over Starling City, baby weight and all."

"Alright," Merlyn said, nodding and placing Lian back into her crib. He lifted his hands. "Excuse me for laying eyes on my own grandchild."

"Not this one nor any other. GET OUT!"

And just like that, he was gone.

Thea drove me back home and I stared out the windshield. "So Merlyn's really your dad?"

"Biologically. I didn't know for years, and he didn't raise me, and biological is where it ends. He and my mom… your grandmother… I'll tell you when you're older."

"Ok."