Feeling the ever present fall breeze making its way through this cold fall night causing her long black hair to flow freely with the wind walking through the shadows of a nearby neighborhood as though she owns the place glancing down towards the pile of photographs in her hand to only look back up turning around a corner slowly Helena makes her way up a sidewalk with only the slightest of lights coming from nearby street lights guiding her way.
Occasionally glancing down to flip through the pictures in her hand to only return her attention back towards a familiar setting right before her eyes as she comes up to the sight of the latest major crime scene to hit the city slowly Helena comes to a stop to glance around her surroundings.
Surroundings that she had glanced at for hours already. But from the safety of her office desk. If she could ever need protection anyways.
Surroundings she had studied so much taking in every detail from countless hours of looking down at crime scene photos. Scenery that didn't surprise her.
A quiet rundown neighborhood. A neighborhood that reminded her so much of home. Small business stores behind every block. Run down buildings be used to home so many whose lives had changed just a short year ago.
The perfect place to lead an convoy through. A place nobody would expect it to come through. But a place that had quickly proven to be dangerous.
Proved to truly be just like home. A breeding ground for corruption. A breeding ground for death and destruction.
Death and destruction that has continued to plague the city as though it was a bad rash. Death and destruction that has only started to boil over the past few weeks with the reappearance of them.
The Black Canary and The Green Arrow. Two formidable foes. Two foes that had gotten the best of her once already. Two foes that have gotten the best of the city's finest police officers so far.
And she had a feeling that it was only just the start of the beginning. The beginning of a trail of destruction that would flow through the city leaving carnage in its wake.
Just like this crime scene. How the once quiet neighborhood had become a new breeding ground for destruction. Had witnessed some more of their own laid to rest by those that have taken the law into their own hands.
Done what needed to be done in order to achieve results. Much like she has done. Much like her alter ego has done. An alter ego that had been born so many years ago on one faithful fall night just like this one.
But it hasn't stopped her. Hasn't stopped her from having so many questions from running through her mind. Questions about these so called vigilantes that were so much like herself. Too much like herself.
We're they out for power? No she didn't think that. We're they out for revenge? That was the million dollar question running through her mind.
Revenge like most individuals in the city have been experiencing themselves. The need to have vengeance upon the one who destroyed their lives and taken their loved ones away.
But revenge for what? Losing a loved one? Losing everything that they held dear?
A question that she wanted answered. A question that she would soon have answered. Whether it was from the other side of a table inside of an interrogation room or from having the satisfaction of demasking each of them on top of a rooftop.
But would she have satisfaction? Would she savor the moment of bringing these fellow vigilanties to justice? A brand of justice that much like herself has used for the past few years? Just another question she would have to bury into the back of her mind until the moment presented itself.
Finding her destination coming up swiftly to the right glancing down towards the top photograph in her hand as she glances back and forth between the picture and her surroundings without breaking her stride slowly picking up her pace Helena approaches a nearby traffic light.
Turning her attention away from the photograph to look upwards just as she catches the glimpse of a small street camera attached to the street light hanging over her head feeling her lips curling upright pocketing the photographs in her jacket pocket reaching back Helena retrieves her cellphone from the back of her jeans pocket.
Flipping her phone open with a thud with a click of her thumb with a flash as she looks down towards her cellphone to see a clear picture of her target for a split second a ghost smile forms across Helena's face before slowly as she pockets her cellphone to glance back around her surroundings spotting a two sets of tire tracks across the ground nearby next to a small crack in the road turning on her heels slowly Helena makes her way over.
Kneeling down next to a set with a flash Helena takes a picture of the tire tracks that she knew to be from the convoy before slowly with her cellphone raised she turns her attention over towards the remaining set.
A set that she knew belonged to her counterparts. Belonged to a motorcycle owned by The Black Canary and The Green Arrow. A motorcycle that she had never seen before roaming around in Starling City.
A motorcycle's tracks that quickly disappear after a couple of feet. But tracks that could help her discover the model of the bike incase they had avoided the street camera perfectly.
Tracks that she continues to glance at as she takes a variety of pictures from multiple angles before without glancing back she makes her way back from once she came.
Thunk! Thunk!
Unable to take her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her very eyes sitting silently still upon a broken down tree stump twirling a loose piece of her blonde hair through her fingers as she watches Oliver rear back a well carved wooden bow and unleash yet another series of arrows off into the distance directly into the center of a nearby tree where countless other arrows remain sticking through trunk with pinpoint accuracy just as she sees him rearing back to grab a hold of another arrow from his quiver exposing his well toned muscles out towards her feeling her lips curling up into a grin uncrossing her legs slowly Laurel leans forward taking in his physique.
A physique that much like her own has changed throughout the months. Changed for the better. Now a firm six pack that she is very proud of can now be seen across her chest.
Noticeable muscles spread out throughout her body from countless hours of non stop training. Training that has made her feel stronger. Made her feel lighter with each passing day.
Made her feel even more closer to her husband. Made her feel as though together they could truly be unstoppable. Allowed her to turn her weaknesses into her strengths. Allowed her to constantly learn while helping her husband tackle his own weaknesses.
Training sessions that would always end with her learning something new. Would end with her feeling even better about her abilities. Made her fears and worries disappear with ease.
" Hasn't the poor thing suffered enough yet?"
Bringing his motion to a stop glancing over his shoulder as he looks back over towards the fallen tree trunk to see Laurel staring up towards him with a grin plastered across her face unable to resists as he grins back turning on his heels gently Oliver places the arrow back into his quiver as he takes a couple of steps towards her.
" Not quite yet but i do know somewhere that i can transfer this new found energy of mine. Something i think would be pleasurable to the both of us."
Feeling her lips only widening rising up from the tree stump without taking her eyes away from his own making sure to swing her hips in a seductive swagger closing the distance between them reaching up gently wrapping her arms around the back of his neck leaning down Laurel whispers into Oliver's ear.
" And where would that be oh dear husband of mine?"
Instantly as she hears the sound of a bow crashing down to the dirt with a thud feeling a pair of arms wrapping around her waist leaning her head back just as she looks up without having a chance to react feeling a pair of lips pressed gently to her only feeling her lips curling up into a smile closing her eyes gently Laurel brings Oliver's head closer to her own as she feels him licking her lips.
Opening her mouth slightly allowing him access inside feeling him caressing her tongue gently with his own letting out a silent moan of approval bringing his head closer to her own with lighting fast speed leaping up Laurel wraps her legs firmly around Oliver's waist as she feels his hands wander down grasping her ass firmly holding her upright.
Attacking her tongue mercilessly hearing the sound of her moans that is like music to his ears without opening his eyes slowly back peddling just as he feels his back hitting against a nearby tree trunk feeling Laurel's grip around his neck tightening without breaking away sliding down the tree to a sitting position slowly Oliver lowers her down into his lap as he feels her winning control of the kiss.
Gently caressing her bare skin roaming his hands gently down her bare back down giving her ass cheeks a tight squeeze causing him to feel Laurel letting out a moan the vibrates through his mouth feeling the need for some much needed air breaking off the kiss for a couple of seconds as he stares deep into her eyes taking in her facial features as the sun shines down upon them giving her face an almost angelic expression leaning forward gently Oliver captures her lips back with his own and brings her closer to his chest.
Feeling his hands once again roaming down her lower back bringing her head closer to her own as she feels his lips leaving her own to only reappear gently kissing the side of her neck suppressing a moan closing her eyes leaning her head back just as she feels him starting to leave a small trail of kisses down her neck suddenly as she hears the sound of a twig snapping from nearby instantly Laurel snaps her eyes open.
Bringing his motion to a sudden halt feeling Laurel's body stiffen in his arms leaning his head back seeing a alarmed expression across her face quietly getting up from the ground tuning out the nearby sounds of birds chirping high above in the trees hearing the sound of a twig snapping from the distance in a sudden move leaping across the ground into a roll snatching up his discarded bow from the ground with lighting fast speed turning on his heels with his bow cocked Oliver points the arrow head off into the distance.
Keeping his eyes glued down towards the front of his office desk with an emotionless look across his face as though he was a statue tuning out a few nearby conversations echoing throughout the room coming from a couple of new recruits from all around him with only the memories of the previous night echoing through his mind with his facial features pale as though he had seen a ghost silently Quentin sits at his office desk.
Memories that are so fresh in his mind as though they only had happened just mere seconds ago. Memories that he could only wish weren't real. Wish that at any moment he would wake up from this nightmare.
But it was not meant to be. It wasn't any dream. What happened was real. And now he had to live through the consequences. Consequences he knew that he would regret forever.
Consequences he hoped would never see the light of day. But they did and now he had to live through it. Had to live with the sins that he had payed. Sins that all started so many years ago.
All started the day he received a cryptic envelope containing a few items that made his blood run cold. A few photographs of his eldest daughter shot from a distance attending a few of her college courses.
Photographs that made his blood boil with each photo he saw until a written note attached giving detailed instructions was seen pinned to the back of the last picture.
Instructions he has followed through the years. Look the other way and no harm would be done to his family. Instructions he was reluctant to follow at first with the mindset to do whatever it took to catch the sick bastards that dared to threaten him to only quickly change his mindset when he found out who the mysterious senders were.
The Chinese Triad. A group that was well feared throughout the city. Even feared by most of the police force. A group he knew would carry out their threat without any remorse giving him no choice other than to follow their instructions.
A small understanding that through the years had slowly started to build a small level of trust between them causing his nerves to ease up slightly when a simple promise was given. The promise that as long as he did what he was told his family wouldn't be touched.
A promise that he had watched be fulfilled as his daughter was first accepted into a firm and began her promising career as a lawyer. A career that was being well followed not only by himself but by his superiors as well.
Followed with eyes constantly watching her. Constantly watching what she was working on. Watching her progress career wise until she had proven to be an even more threat. A threat they had told him needed to change and in a hurry before a certain accident was to happen.
A message he got loud and clear and hoped by dropping the subtle hints to his daughter to back away would do the trick to only watch as she stood her ground believing what she was doing was right. Something even though made his life even worst made him feel proud inside.
But not proud enough to watch her die. A scenario that he could not watch. Could not allow to happen. And that's when it happened. An unlikeliest of scenarios had happened. A god's send some would call it. Depending upon how you saw it.
The city's golden son had returned. His daughter boyfriend had returned from the dead. A moment he would always remember. Always remember all of the wellpet anger that he directed towards the young man to only be proven wrong months later from another return. The return of the daughter that he had thought was lost.
Moments that at the first time in a long time felt as though things were finally looking up. Looking up with his family being reunited. Looking up with his eldest daughter being happy for the first time in years. Even getting married just months later.
But it was not meant to be. With every high came with a low. And his low had come. His eldest daughter had found out about his darkest secret. A secret he knew one day she would find out about. He just hoped it wasn't this soon. Just hoped he would have more time to figure out a way to explain himself.
An explanation that he knew now would be heard only now by deaf ears. Would be heard by someone that would now always look at him with a venomous look in her eyes. A look of disgust across her face.
A look that he couldn't really blame her for. It was the same look he would always give his reflection every single morning.
Keeping his eyes focused on a nearby sheet of paper that has seemed to be by everyone that has passed on bys opinion as he silents sits in total silence replaying the very last words said to him by his eldest daughter that he knew would forever change his relationship with her forever unaware to Quentin's knowledge just around the corner slowly Helena emerges inside of the room with a folder firmly underneath her arm.
Glancing over towards the far end of the room where she knew her partner's desk is located spotting the man that she is looking for sitting at his desk with almost an expressionless look across his face besides his eyes that are betraying him reminding her of an almost haunted look pushing these thoughts to the side without breaking her stride slowly Helena makes her way to stand in front of his desk to see him not even glancing up acknowledging her presence a flicker of concern passes across Helena's face.
" Boss?"
Snapping out of his thoughts glancing up as he sees a flicker of concern across Helena's face to only disappear in a mask lacking any emotions letting out a sigh reaching up Quentin rubs his eyes gently.
" This better be good."
Suppressing the scowl that is threatening to form across her face keeping her emotions in check forcing a smile across her face reaching out Helena extends the folder tucked from underneath her arm out before with a little force she smashes the folder onto the table causing Quentin to remove his hand from his eyes to look down towards his desk.
" I think i've got a crack to the case."
With his interest only picking up by the second reaching down Quentin snatches the folder off from his desk and opens it up to skim through the contents inside as unaware to his knowledge Helena leans forward across the desk.
" After looking at the crime scene photos that were taken late last night, I decided to take another look at the latest crime scene with my own two eyes. What i found was this after taking a closer look at one of the photos."
Leaning across the desk reaching out Helena grabs a hold of the stack of photographs from inside of the folder and places the photograph that was resting on top of the small stack down right in front of Quentin on his desk."
" If you take a closer look here on this street light an experimental camera was installed. I did some digging and looked at the tape and was able to get this."
Grabbing a hold of the next photograph in her stack without glancing up Helena places the picture down next to the previous one on Quentin's desk.
" Even though, I couldn't get a clear shot of their faces, I was able to get a shot of the license plate in back of their motorcycle."
" Good work detective. I want you to contact every dealership in town and see if they have sold this particular model in the last couple of months."
" Way ahead of you boss. I checked records and have been to every single dealer in town. I questioned every single one of them and they all told me the same thing.
That they haven't sold this particular motorcycle in town. Some even never had them in stock. However that was until one dealer decided to look up the license plate through their databases to see if any motorcycles fitting this description were purchased recently. And sure enough."
Discarding the remaining photographs down on his desk reaching into her jacket pocket Helena polls out a folded sheet of paper before she opens it up and extends it out to Quentin to feel him instantly taking it in his hands with a look of interest across his face.
" This particular motorcycle was purchased inside of Central City three months ago. This is where it gets tricky. When i called up the dealership and asked about the motorcycle the dealer gave me vague details.
Well if you want to call them that. All that he could remember was a young couple had come in and payed for the motorcycle in cash.
When i asked him if he had gotten their names on record he said that they were very hesitant to give their names and instead payed him extra cash in order to quote lose the paperwork.
But law requires them to leave a name and this was dug up by the staff."
" Thomas Walker? I've never heard of this name before."
" Nobody has but according to records he lives here in Starling City. He has a birth certificate that reads he was born in Starling City General on December seventh nineteen ninety one and his last known address is in Starling City."
" Alright let's go pick him up and bring him in for questioning."
" That's where we run into a problem boss. Take a closer look at his last known address."
Without any delay quickly skimming through the paper as he finds what he is looking for at the top of the page a confused look forms across Quentin's face before instantly it vanishes as a look of realization comes across his face.
" I know this address."
" I sure hope so. It's the address for the Verdant."
Snapping his eyes back up towards Helena unable to hide the unamused look across his face letting out a sigh releasing the paper in his hand reaching up Quentin rubs his eyes.
" So a dead end then? Did the dealer atleast give you a detailed description of the couple?"
" Not much to go by. He said that they were young. Both most likely in their late twenties to early thirties.
He described the woman to be an attractive young blonde while the male was described as having dark brown hair with facial hair.
Not really much to go by if you ask me."
Letting out a groan without taking his hand away from his eyes slowly Quentin shakes his hand unaware that from the other side of his desk Helena closely takes in his facial features.
" Boss if i may ask a personal question for a moment? What happened to you last night?"
Peaking open his eyes as he sees Helena rubbing the side of her cheek with her index finger taking her eyes away from her reaching up gently Quentin traces a small gash across his cheek.
" I cut myself shaving this morning."
" Are you sure boss? It doesn't look like a razor blade cut but more like a ring indent if you ask me."
" That will be all detective."
Nodding her head turning on her heels slowly Helena makes her way through the room and around the corner not catching the small glare that is being directed at her back by Quentin.
" Yes….no thank you. I'll see you when you get here….alright have a pleasant flight….okay bye."
Dropping the phone in her hand down on the receiver letting out a sigh turning in her chair reaching out gently Isabel starts to type at a furious pace across her keyboard as her computer lights up.
" I hope this isn't a bad time?"
Instantly jumping up slightly in her seat turning away from her keyboard and over towards her office door as she sees Oliver leaning up against the open door frame with a grin across his face feeling her heart rate decreasing by the second feeling her lips curling up slowly Isabel shakes her head.
" Not at all. Please take a seat wherever you like. After all this is your company."
" Our company. The whole me flexing my muscles out a few days ago for the members of the board was just for show."
Unable to keep the smile from forming across her face leaning back in her office chair slowly Isabel nods her head as she watches Oliver take a seat on the opposite side of her desk.
" Indeed and if you don't mind me asking why am i graced with your presence? Not that i don't mind in the least bit mind you."
" I just wanted to come by and see how you are holding up. It's been a few days since our last meeting."
" It's been an adjustment. Not just with having a fancy office all to myself but i look forward to the challenge."
" Any resistance from outside forces?"
" If you are referring to outside forces as your mother than yes. She has come by every single day ever since your speech and has tried to threaten me with legal action.
However due to this, I have banned Mrs Queen away from the premise until such a time that was deem fit. There is much work that needs to be done in turning this company around and she was only making matters worse."
" I'm sorry…."
" Don't be. It had to be done. Besides, I received the satisfaction of watching her be escorted off the premise. But it is, I who should be thanking you."
" For what?"
" For asking if the rumors about me and your father were true. But just so they're isn't any doubt nothing happened between your father and I.
Years ago when i was interning here your father took me under his wing and was teaching me everything that you couldn't learn from the inside of a book.
Your father was truly a great man and i will never forget the kindness that he showed me."
" If you don't mind me asking then why did…."
" Why did your mother have me fired? That should be obvious. She was jealous. I mean think about it. A young pretty thing hanging around your husband all day. It raises a bunch of eyebrows and causes rumors to flow through the office."
Intertwining her hands together as she hears Oliver letting out a chuckle feeling her lips curling up rising up out of her seat slowly Isabel makes her way around the office desk.
" Now Mr Queen if you will please follow me. I would like to present to you a small preview of the direction our company is going in."
Nodding his head rising up out of his chair slowly Oliver follows Isabel out of her office and down across the floor.
Ignoring the hushed whispers he can hear from all around keeping his eyes forward just as he sees Isabel entering inside of an elevator without any hesitation Oliver follows after her inside before a few moments later he watches the elevators doors close.
Standing in complete silence glancing up towards the elevator's dial seeing the numbers only getting lower turning his attention back towards Isabel seeing her staring off ahead with a blank look across her face just as he opens his mouth hearing the familiar sound of the elevator's doors opening slowly Oliver turns his attention back forward.
Keeping her gaze upon him as she watches a mixture of emotions come across Oliver's face from wonder to even awe suppressing a smile without looking back slowly Isabel steps out of the elevator and makes her way across the floor as she hears Oliver following close behind.
" What's all this?"
" This Mr Queen is the future of Queen Consolidated. This is only one of the new and many projects that are now being worked on here inside of the building.
When going over the contracts that this company had with many countless others around the world, I found some that some would say to be very questionable. One being the united states military.
Because of the language in the contract and thanks to that dim whit of a mother of yours we are forced to honor the contract that she had signed five years ago.
However the contract did not state how we could honor it and thus this department was created."
A department that he truly couldn't believe was there before his very eyes. An department that he had envisioned the company to one day be.
Not an company with the task of developing even more dangerous weapons to unleash upon the world. No but this. A company that would truly help others. A company that everyone could count on.
And before him was a small step. Countless workers off in various parts of the floor working on various types of different kinds of prosthetic limbs. Some testing while some others stood by taking notes.
Others working on different projects behind the safety of glass. Some wearing protective suits while others are seen sitting at desks looking through scopes.
" And thus this is our solution. We wanted to change this company for the better. This is the way. We have some of our brightest minds working down here racking their brains of how to cure some of the most deadliest diseases and illnesses.
Others as you can see are working on different projects that will be able to help the world faster. The prosthetic limbs they are currently working on are being designed to be stronger than previous models.
Some others are being designed to feel as though the limb was never gone to begin with. Even some experimental drugs are being tested to help regrow tissue are currently being tested. A project that i'm sure our friends down in Washington will be very interested in."
" Regrow? How is that even possible?"
" It's a bit complicated but the summary is in our body we have hundreds of red and white blood vessels that are constantly at work. They help heal our wounds to the smallest of cuts. They even help fight off infections allowing us to get better.
What if i was to tell you that we could make them even stronger? What we are working on is a way to do just that."
" And this experimental drug. You said it's designed to help regrow damaged tissue and make our blood vessels even stronger. Would they be able to help cure even the rarest of diseases like paralysis?"
" To be honest, I don't have the answer to that. In theory it is possible. There have been studies of experimental drugs used around the world to help cure some of the rarest diseases but none have sustainable results.
The latest idea that has been thrown around in the rumor mill was a suggestion to have a specialized computer chip surgically implanted into one's spine."
" Sounds like something a crappy show writer would write into a script."
Feeling her lips curling up into a smile without taking her eyes away from the busy scene before her slowly Isabel nods her head.
" My thoughts exactly."
Feeling the cooling breeze that is spreading throughout the backseat sitting in total silence awaiting the arrival of her destination to anyone that would look through the backseat of a dark tint window would find a lone woman staring ominously forward whose expression could only be described as nothing but pure fury.
Nothing but pure anger. Anger that has been slowly building up for the past few weeks. Building up ever since they had returned. Her baby boy along with his bride.
A scene at first she was nothing but happy to see. Happy to see her son's face after his sudden disappearance that lasted for an entire year. Happiness that soon evaporated once she had locked eyes with him.
Locked eyes to see the very same look that had often haunted her dreams. A look of pure hatred. A look of disgust being directed her way. A look that was hurting her deeply.
A wound that was only getting deeper by the day as he rebelled against her. Rebelled against everything she has tried to accomplish. A rebellion that all started with a speech.
A speech that was heard all around the city. A speech that had caused a slight change in the voting polls according to her well paid sources. A speech that was threatening to destroy everything she was set out to do.
But surprisingly it wasn't her son that had said the words. No it was his wife. A woman that has made no secret in showing her displeasure of her in the past.
A woman whose voice had rocked the foundation she had been building in one clean swoop. A woman who in her eyes could very well run the city herself one day if she so choose to.
A woman who she has had a mixed opinion about for years. First she couldn't do no wrong. At first she had thought of the young woman to be a great influence to her son. Such a great influence that she would be proud to call her one day as her daughter in law.
An opinion that had grown as she watched the young couple spend more time together. Even when her son had returned home after a five year absence with their relationship still as strong as ever.
But an opinion that had quickly started to change. Had quickly started to become sour with every move that was made against her. Some even she didn't see coming.
Moves from having a restraining order against her. A court order that forbid her from getting even one hundred yards towards her son. A cold calculating move she didn't see coming.
But she knew she had miscalculated. Knew she had made the wrong move a few nights prior. A move that would not only cause a restraining order forbidding her to see her son without his consent but also her daughter.
Another calculated move that had shattered her heart upon the news. Yet another restraining order that she had not seen coming. But it didn't stop the fear that was inside. The fear that she would lose her as well one day. If she hadn't already.
Moves that only got even more calculated through the months. Moves that made her witness the young couple winning over the citizens of the city leaving her in the dark. Moves from making countless donations throughout the city.
Donations that were not made in order to win over the public. Not made to give them any political power. No she knew it was because of their beliefs. Beliefs to do the right thing.
Beliefs that were very dangerous. Were causing heads to turn in their direction. Causing dangerous people to watch them closely.
A danger that was much too real for her liking. Much like another. Much like what their beliefs were threatening to do.
Threatening to destroy an empire. Threatening to destroy a company that she had watched be built from the ground up. Something she could not allow to happen. Could not allow for them to destroy another's legacy. Her legacy.
With moves there are counter moves and she wasn't any different. And her's came in the form of an injunction. Came in the form of manipulating the board of directors to do as she wanted.
A move that had quickly put a stop to a moving train she had witnessed come to fortunate. A move that would once again shatter any sort of family bond they might have had left.
A consequence she would often feel whenever they were in the same room together. Whenever she made eye contact with any of them. Even during the tragic of days. Even during the days when they needed to stand strong for each other. Just like the day of the funeral.
Her daughter's funeral. A young woman that had died so young. Too young. A death that she knew deep down was her fault. Knew that she had caused this. Knew that things would never be the same.
And she was right. Things would never be the same. Especially in their eyes. Eyes that used to spark with happiness. Now when they look towards her all that she can see and feel is nothing but pure hatred.
A reaction that she couldn't blame them for. She would too if she was them. A hatred that was charging forward at her showing no fear. Showing no remorse or pity for their actions against her.
Just like their latest move. A move that still leaves her stunned. The move of fully taking over the company. A move that she never thought would ever happen.
But it did. He had taken over the company. He had gotten rid of all of her most trusted employees almost overnight. But worst of all he had found someone else that would help him lead the company into the future.
A woman that still makes her skin crawl just from her name alone. A woman that she never thought she would ever see again. A woman by the name of Isabel Rochev.
Once an intern in the company. But an intern that she had personally made sure was taken care of. Made sure that she would never step inside of the building ever again. All because of the rumors.
Rumors that were spreading around the office about this young intern's relationship with her husband. Rumors that made her blood boil and a promise to make this young lady's life a living hell.
But now she was living her own personal hell. On the outs with her remaining family. The woman that she despises the most running her company without a damn thing she could do about it. Even having the nerve of having her escorted out of the building as though she was a piece of filth.
Hearing the familiar sound of the mansion's gate screeching open snapping out of her thoughts turning her head to look out towards the scenary seeing a clear but cloudy sky that is threatening to form in the horizon staring up into the clouds after a few minutes of sitting patiently in her seat watching the forming clouds in silence feeling the limousine coming to a halt glancing down from the sky just as she looks over towards her home to find a taxi sitting outside of the mansion with it's driver patiently waiting reading a magazine for a brief second a confused look forms across Moira's face.
Confusion that only deepens as she exits out of the limousine and slowly walks up the steps to the front door eyeballing the taxi driver as the sound of her driver closing the backseat door with a thud echoes through the air.
Emerging inside of the mansion making sure to close the door behind herself seeing one of the maids making her way over wiggling out of her jacket gently Moira hands her jacket over to the maid with a smile.
Turning on her heels as she makes her way through the mansion in the direction of her study just as she comes to the open doorway of the study instantly Moira comes to a drastic halt when she hears a familiar voice coming from the inside of the study.
A voice that brings a chill up her spine for a split second before a surge of anger rushes through her to only evaporate as she forces a smile across her face and makes her way into the room.
Keeping her eyes focused in on Raisa as she listens in to her surroundings to hear the slightest of footsteps approaching her to only pause for a few seconds before continuing their course feeling her lips curling up into a grin for a split second.
Glancing away from Raisa turning her attention towards the open door frame as she watches Moira slowly emerge inside of the room with what she knew to be a fake smile plastered across her face feeling her lips curling upright locking eyes with Moira slowly Laurel slightly nods her head at her.
" Moira."
Feeling a slight chill running up and down her spine masking her emotions with a slight nod herself slowly Moira straightens herself upward.
" Ms Lance…."
" Queen Lance. Oliver and I are happily married now."
Suppressing a growl that is threatening to breakout keeping the forced smile plastered across her face slowly Moira makes her way over towards her favorite chair as she feels a pair of eyes watching her every move.
" Yes, I have been made aware of that. Raisa can you give us a moment?"
Glancing back and forth between the two women feeling tension in the air nodding her head taking a few steps away reaching out gently Raisa rests her hand down on Laurel's shoulder causing the younger woman to turn her attention over towards her.
" I just wanted to say thank you for the wedding photos. You looked truly beautiful in your wedding gown."
Hearing the sincerity in her voice feeling her lips curling upright giving the older woman a nod feeling her shoulder being gently squeeze slowly Laurel turns her attention back over towards Moira as she hears footsteps making their way out of the room.
Keeping her eyes focused on Raisa's retreating back as she sees the older woman disappear around the corner until her footsteps could no longer be heard dropping the smile from her face slowly Moira turns her attention back towards Laurel to only mask a shocked look when she sees the younger woman glaring over towards her with an almost predatory look in her eyes.
" How may i be of service to you Ms Lance?"
Seeing Moira slowly intertwining her fingers together on her lap staring deep into the older woman's eyes seeing a mixture of emotions radiating from her eyes feeling her lips curling upward turning her attention to look around the study slowly Laurel makes her way forward to pace around the room allowing her hand to run freely across the walls.
" Oh a little this. A little that."
Making sure to keep a watchful eye over towards Moira grazing a few loose books from a nearby bookshelf as she turns back to see the older woman looking over towards her with some emotion in her eye in a sudden move reaching out in a swift motion Laurel pushes the books over to the side revealing a small recorder hidden between the books.
Glancing back over towards Moira seeing a shocked expression across her face for a split second before it is quickly masked wagging her index finger snatching the device from the shelf with her eyes locked with Moira dropping the recorder down to the ground without any hesitation rearing back Laurel stomps down on the recorder causing a small crunch to echo through the air causing her to witness the older woman's eyes widen for a brief moment.
" I don't like being eavesdropped by unwanted guests."
Keeping the shocked masked from her face nodding her head without taking her eyes away Moira watches Laurel slowly once again pace around the study looking all around her surroundings.
" Was that truly necessary?"
Ignoring the last comment glancing up towards the tops of the walls as she finds a wire that had been painted over in an attempt to hide it from unwanting eyes slowly following the trail with her eyes finding it leading to the other side of the study without any hesitation slowly Laurel makes her way towards the end of the room not catching the shocked expression that flickers across Moira's face.
Glancing up towards the far end of the ceiling finding a small camera that blends into the wall perfectly bringing over a nearby chair rising up onto the chair reaching out Laurel grabs a firm hold of the camera and gives it a firm twist to the right.
Dropping down from the chair turning on her heels slowly Laurel makes her way back over towards Moira seeing the older woman eyeballing her with a look of annoyance across her face.
" And who is going to pay for that? Do you realize what you've just…."
" Shut up."
Instantly as she sees Moira's mouth snap shut as a look of shock comes across her face without turning away slowly Laurel takes a seat in a nearby chair and leans forward with her hands firmly grasping her knees.
" I don't know how you can even sleep at night after everything you've done. Enjoy it now because it won't last for much longer."
" What are you going to do? Kill me? If so then get it over with?"
Keeping her eyes focused firmly on Moira's own with her facial features hardening by the second slowly Laurel shakes her head as an almost predatory smile forms across her face causing Moira to flinch for a split second.
" Killing you would be too easy. I want you to suffer just like we have."
" Suffer? How much more suffering could you need? You have taken my son from me? You took my daughter from me? What more could you possibly want?"
" No Moira. That is where you are wrong. Your so absorbed by your ego that you don't even realize how wrong you truly are.
I didn't take your children away from you. You drove them away. I had nothing to do with it. Instead of embracing your failures and learning from them instead you are allowing your ego to control you.
And i will take great pleasure in breaking it. You talk about suffering as if you know the meaning of the word. You may have the people outside of this house fooled but you will never fool me.
I know what you are. And i know what you are capable of doing. I wanted to let you know personally that despite your well guided sense of self righteous in the end it will be my eyes that you will last see."
Blinking away the grogginess from his eyes stumbling with his keys feeling his balance wavering leaning up against his locked apartment door unable to control himself as he starts to laugh finding the key that he is looking for jamming the key into the lock hearing the silentest of clicks with a flick of his wrist feeling the door opening quickly catching himself slowly stumbling forward Quentin makes his way inside of his dark apartment.
Slamming his apartment door behind him stumbling into the darkness as he leans his side up against a nearby wall shaking away the grogginess straightening himself upright extending his hand out as he drops his car keys down to hear his keys clanging against his key bowl leaning off the wall slowly making his way into the darkness making sure to keep one hand in front of him feeling out what is in front of him slowly Quentin staggers into the darkness in the direction of his apartment's kitchen.
Feeling the familaur coldness of his fridge door yanking open the door without any hesitation reaching inside Quentin grabs a hold of a nearby bottle of beer from the top shelve of the fridge before slowly as he pushes the door shut turning on his heels slowly Quentin stumbles through the darkness.
Grazing his fingers through the darkness after a couple seconds feeling his target of a nearby lightswitch without any hesitation flicking his hand up Quentin closes his eyes as the room lights up.
Opening his eyes seeing a half eaten pizza still laying on his living room table feeling a smile coming across his face flicking off the bottle cap raising up the bottle just as he rears back to take a sip suddenly Quentin feels himself flying across the room over the living room table before he feels himself smacking against the back of his couch with a tremendous thud.
Falling face first down to his carpet shaking off the comb webs reaching back as he his fingers graze his concealed weapon just as he looks up to see a familiar figure known as The Green Arrow staring at him without having a chance to react Quentin falls face first back to the ground when he feels a bottle smashing against the top of his forehead.
Feeling a trail of blood gushing down from a gash across his forehead stumbling to rise up just as he gets up to his knees suddenly without having a chance to react feeling himself leaving the carpet Quentin feels himself smashing back first into his living room table instantly shattering it into pieces.
Gritting his teeth ignoring the pain slowly Quentin opens his eyes and looks up to see Green Arrow staring down at him with a masked expression across his face.
" What are you waiting for? Do it. Do it you son of a bitch. There is more men like me out there that want nothing more than to watch you fry."
Keeping his eyes focused on Green Arrow as he watches the masked hero look into his eyes as if reading him after a few seconds instantly an intense glare forms across Quentin's face when he sees the masked hero shake his head at him.
" No the living aren't done with you yet. When the time comes you will do the right thing and if you don't the next time we meet will be your last."
Without giving him a chance to react rearing back with lighting fast speed Green Arrow sends a vicious punch down the lands clean against Quentin's chin causing his world to go black.