(Author's note; I was planning to write several chapters in the first season of arrow but honestly, I cannot be fucked, I'm remembering now why I stopped watching this. We Gonna skip some shit. PS- I know I monumentally fucked up the timeline, let's just pretend it isn't happen.)
Dante Lawton (Reaper)
I lay in bed with Laurel by my side, she clung to me even in her sleep, practically draped over me, her nose in my neck, using my shoulder as a pillow, she had one leg draped over mine whilst my hand was around her, planted firmly on her soft ass.
Oliver had really hurt this girl, she had become distrustful after that incident, not having another partner during the five years he'd been missing, it left her lonely and deprived of affection and praise, it was almost sad how quickly she fell for me, not that I was much better considering how much I already cared for her.
A few months had passed since our first date, and since then quite a few events had taken place, there had been chaos and death and I was seriously considering convincing Laurel to move to a different city with me.
Glancing down at her I smiled, stroking her hair while she slept. I was worried for her safety, there had been several close calls where she was at risk recently. I wonder when she was going to tell me, I had been having sex with her every second day at least for more than two months now, she had definitely missed her period.
It would be somewhat irresponsible to become a father at the age of 16, wouldn't it?
Thankfully, by the time our baby was born I would be seventeen, so I wasn't particularly worried. Sarah had said I would take care of her after all, and I couldn't exactly make Sarah a liar now could I? Unlike most people I had ever met, I actually liked Sarah, and Laurel too for that matter.
I wasn't eventhatyoung anyway, I had friends who had children when he was fifteen, well I had one friend who did that, had as in past tense because he was dead. His baby momma was still alive though, and I visited and sent money every few months, and his son was doing well last time I checked.
Laurel was a great girl and I was sure she'd make a great mother, besides I was always going to have to do this at some point or another, it was practically a duty.
Every ancestor I ever had leading all the way back to the fucking monkeys had managed to have children and have those children live long enough to have their own children, I certainly couldn't be the first one to fail.
My ancestors had probably fought lions and survived slavery and shit, they didn't work so had to see the bloodline end with me, and neither did I.
No, the incoming baby Laurel was still too nervous to tell me about was the least of my problems for now, the real problem was very simple.
I was fucking bored.
So very bored.
Did you know I hadn't killed a man in more than two whole months? I hadn't been in a fight, I hadn't broken any laws nor had I done anything that was particularly exciting.
The closest thing to excitement I had gotten recently was the many basketball games I had played all over America in front of cheering crowds, the rest of me team were touring the country on a bus but I insisted on coming back to Laurel each evening, I had been staying in here apartment these last two months.
How could playing basketball really excite me after the life I'd lived? It was damn boring, and I was itching for any kind of action.
'Are you really going to stay silent forever?' I thought directing my words towards thethingthat hadn't spoken since the first time it appeared five months ago.
I got the impression it was smug as words slid smoothly into my mind.
[I would have spoken eventually, it probably would have been a few more decades.]
'Really? I think it's time we had a talk.'
'What really are your capabilities exactly?'
[I believe I already told you-]
I cut it off before it could continue, 'Yes, you said your ability is to make weapon with materials I provide and that you would also match my materials with your own.'
[Exactly-]
'But what exactly do you define as a weapon? And how do you measure the value of the materials I give you?'
'Well?'
[I'm not designed to ask questions, that's more of a human thing…]
I raised an eyebrow, 'You never thought to ask?'
'Well then I suppose I should answer it for you, if I can strangle a man to death with a piece of leather then that piece of leather was a weapon, wasn't it?'
[I suppose-]
'Oh good!' I cut it off again, giving Laurel lovely ass one last squeeze for good luck, as I rose from her bed and opened the wardrobe where I had put my clothes, taking a leather jacket and a few other articles of clothing. 'Now that we've established that pieces of leather count as weapons I want you to make me a suit.'
It was apparently as incapable of arguing as it was asking questions as I commanded it, 'Make it like the Arrow's suit, except white.'
[That seemed counterintuitive to stealth, but ok.]
Oh, so the system was capable of questioning me, just not itself?
[This feels like exploitation.]
Was all the system said as a white hooded suit appeared in my inventory.
'Oh, it is, and I intend to exploit you even more. Trust me, it's a human specialty.' I thought as I suited up, giving the sleeping Laurel a quick kiss goodbye before I left.
I traversed the city rooftops of starling city quickly, this was unfamiliar territory but it didn't slow me down much, occasionally using my grapple gun to ascend high points and using zip lines to descend after.
I passed through the ruins of the glades, starling city's poorest district had been turned into a shithole the other day, well, more of a shithole anyway. Not much was left aside from rubble and smoke, the occasional corpse surfacing before being taken away by whichever authorities.
The undertaking was an operation that involved using an earthquake machine to decimate the poorest and more crime ridden part of starling city, the logic was sound, after all, if all the poor people were dead then they wouldn't be able to commit anymore crimes.
More than half the glades had been levelled and Laurel's friend, Tommy, had died as well, something she blamed the Hood for. Crying women were now something I was unhappily experienced in dealing with because between Laurel and Thea, I had spent hours comforting them.
It was cute to see poor little Thea wrestle between the crush she had developed on me and the fact that I was dating her friend and boss. After our arrest she had gotten off lightly thanks to Laurel, accepting a plea deal and getting community service for her crimes which she had been serving rather unhappily at Laurel's side in the DA's office.
Personally, I was just glad she was happy enough to pay attention to her crushes after everything that had happened, her mother, in an attempt to prevent the undertaking confessed to causing it during a press conference, for which she was promptly arrested and now sat in a jail cell, meanwhile Oliver in his unlimited genius decided to fuck off back to the island, leaving her essentially on her own.
Was it much of a surprise she was rapidly falling in love with the only man who offered a shoulder to cry on? Especially after all the others had left her out to dry. By the time Oliver had gotten back she had been quite distant with him.
At this point it was more a matter of when, not if, she was going to make a move, but I wasn't too concerned, it wasn't like I ever intended to limit myself to a single woman anyway, and I wouldn't mind fucking Thea again.
Three baby mommas was the minimum requirement, and I had never been the type to settle with the least amount possible.
I saw the occasional corpse peeking out from within the ruins of the glades as I passed, the authorities hadn't made much effort to clean up, it was the home of poor people after all, what did the government care to recover the corpses of the homeless and the downtrodden of the world?
It annoyed me on some level, most streets in Gotham were about as crime ridden as the glades, the people who lived here were the kind of people I had grown up surrounded by.
No one really cared about them.
I moved quickly through the city, I had places to be after all.
There was an operation taking place tonight, something Laurel was supposed to be a part of before I convinced her otherwise, the police intended to capture the hood tonight, Laurel was supposed to be bait for the vigilante before she pulled out.
I smiled at the memory of how easy it was to convince Laurel to abandon that plan, the fact that Oliver was more than likely the true identity of the hood meant that she would probably be safe, but it wasn't a risk I was interested in taking, her father would take her place as bait for tonight whilst she slept soundly in her soft bed, which was brilliant in my book.
A Laurel in bed would almost always be better than a Laurel not in bed.
She hadn't argued much anyway, I had noticed over the last month that despite her reluctance to actually tell me about her pregnancy, she had been making it her number one priority.
It was clear when she refused to drink alcohol during our dates, or how she had been carefully watching her diet and completely removed any junk or unhealthy foods, she had even put on a bit of weight, most of which had gone straight to her ass but some of which had turned her previously taught and toned stomach into something softer.
She cared more for her safety than she did her revenge against the hood, something the hood probably didn't deserve anyway, Tommy was some billionaire friend of Oliver's who was interested in Laurel, she had been somewhat close with him and the two would probably be dating by now if it weren't for me.
It didn't really matter now, Tommy was dead and it was his own father who was responsible, Malcom Merlyn was also dead, so there wasn't even any vengeance to take.
Arriving outside the police station I realised I was a little late to the party, observing through a window from atop a nearby building I could see the hood, (who was probably Oliver) clad in his now famous suit and holding a bow and arrow facing off with more than a dozen armoured cops each of whom were wielding assault rifles.
One bow and arrow against a dozen men with automatic weapons? From a logical standpoint I could say with relative certainty than Oliver was completely fucked.
I could faintly hear Quentin Lance, Laurel's father demanding he lower his weapon, the old looking man apparently either having balls of steel or very little to live for as he stared down the vigilante, not looking even the slightest bit intimidated despite the drawn bow an arrow aimed towards him.
Seeing the Hood lowering his bow I withdrew a half dozen smoke bombs and a half dozen flashbangs from my inventory, there was simply no quiet way to go about saving him.
Apparently someone else had a similar idea as a palm sized disk crashed through the ceiling tiles above, landing in the centre of the encirclement before it lit up, glowing blue and emitting an ear piercing shriek that gave me a headache from across the damn street.
Men shouted and the windows shattered under the noise as a blond girl wearing a night black and very tight catsuit dropped in from above, grabbing the hood by the hand and pulling him away.
The cops tried to stop them but most were already immobilised by the noise, clutching their helmets over their ears and screaming in pain. Considering the headache I was feeling from across the street I imagined they likely felt like their brains were boiling in their skulls.
The Hood and his new companion jumped from a broken window, landing on their feet despite the several meter drop, they turned to each other, staring cautiously, apparently they didn't know one another as after a moment the girl turned and began to ascend the roof, ignoring the hoods shouted questions.
I smirked, she really had picked the wrong roof to run to, I ducked, staying quiet and out of sight as I listened to her climb. I had originally intended to go after the hood tonight but if this girl was who i thought she might be then I had suddenly found a much morefuntarget.
The moment I heard her step on to the roof I pounced, she tensed the moment I did but wasn't fast enough to prevent my gloved hand covering her mouth, I could feel the softness of her lips through my gloves as she gasped and she struggled.
She was surprisingly strong and I had to dodge her fist aiming for my balls as I swiped a hand over her belt, putting all her mysterious gadgets into my inventory before she had a chance to use them.
I held her still as I smirked, leaning down and growling darkly into her ear, "Be a good girl and stop struggling," She froze, recognising my voice as I spoke, "Or I'll have to punish you."
I brushed a hand over her hip and felt her shiver deliciously at the promise of punishment, Sarah always had liked being punished.
"D-Dante?" Her voice was muffled behind my hand but it still somehow managed to sound bratty.
"I'm pretty sure I told you to call meMasterwhen we're alone." I pulled back my hand and delivered a harsh spank to her leather clad ass, and she moaned pitifully, "Has it been so long that you've forgotten your training? Did my pet forget how to be good?"
She whined, squirming slightly as she shook her head, the movement limited by my hand.
"Good." I whispered, releasing my hand from her mouth and taking a step back, she didn't move, didn't even turn, just stood in place and waited, panting all the while.
Sarah Lance (Canary)
She couldn't help but shiver at his deep baritone, it was socommanding,it was the most sexy voice she had ever heard and she couldn't help but obey. It was easy to recognise him by his voice despite the years they'd been apart.
Her breathing hitched and she let out a little squeal at he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, his hand resting comfortably on her ass as carried her across the rooftops.
"You got taller." She muttered and his hand came down roughly on her ass, making her moan softly.
"You got taller, Master." She corrected even as she rolled her eyes, grateful he couldn't see her rubbing her legs together.
She meant it too, when they had first met he'd been less than six foot tall, in the year they had spent on that boat and the months they'd spent together on the island he'd continued to grow, and by the time they parted ways he'd reached six foot tall.
She shivered suddenly, his cock had already been well above average five years ago, what kind of monster was he sporting now?
She had to be careful that she didn't drool.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked, partly because she was curious and partly in an attempt to distract herself.
"Laurel's been all sad since her friend died, I figured you would be the perfect surprise to cheer her up." He punctuated his words with another spank, drawing a moan from her as she felt him give her butt a squeeze.
"What! Your taking me to see my sister!? Dressed like this? I'm not ready to have that conversation!" Another spank, and she squirmed on his shoulder. Why had she ever agreed to play this game outside the bedroom again?
The twinge between her legs reminded her how much she was enjoying her harsh treatment as he carried her.
"I can remove your clothes if that'll make it easier." She could hear the promise in his tone, he really would strip her naked on this rooftop without an ounce of hesitation. Her thighs squeezed together unconsciously.
"N-No! I mean yes, but not now! I want that but not before I meet mysister! Can't we do it tomorrow instead?" She was feeling quite conflicted.
"Do you want to be stripped publicly tomorrow or meet your sister tomorrow?" He asked without changing his course,
She whined softly, he always did this, making her choose between pleasures.
"I'm not sure I'll have time to play with you if we're busy meeting with Laurel tomorrow…" He continued leadingly.
"On the other hand, we might have all day to play tomorrow if we got the reunion over with quickly." She felt his hand slip between her leather clad legs and she squeezed her thighs around him as he began rubbing her slit.
"Just think of it, all the fun we could have, oh the things I would do to you…" She moaned as he continued.
"I could strip you,toywith you, play with your body to my heart's content.I could spank you, choke you,humiliateyou." She shivered at the images he was forcing into her mind, "I could force you to endureevery delicious degrading pleasurethis world has to offer, and maybe, by the end of it, if you beg cutely enough I'll even fuck you into the pitiful mess that you really are."
"I-I have a girlfriend now." She said breathlessly, biting her lip and trying not to moan as he played with her.
"I'd be more than happy to let Nyssa join, I'm sure she would have just as much fun playing with you as I do," There was a pause, making her tense in anticipation for his next words, she could tell he was smirking as an idea came to him, "Maybe I'll even fuck her, let you watch as I claim your girlfriend, I'll make sure you can hear her screams as Idestroyher with my cock."
She let out a loud moan, her body tensing as she came, his fingers and his words proving too much for her as she quivered in his shoulder.
"Perfect timing," He set her down on her feet and she took an unsteady step forward, bracing against a door, "We're here."
The she could tell by her voice that he was holding back his laughter as she tried to catch her breath, she glanced up and couldn't stop herself gaping in shock at his attire.
Less than a minute ago she was sure he had been wearing white, suit not unlike Oliver's with a hood to hide his face, now however he was suddenly dressed in normal civilian clothing, wearing a leather jacket and jeans and looking hot while doing it.
His previous suit was nowhere to be seen.
"How did you do that?" He didn't hesitate to step forwards, one hand grasping her by the hair whilst the other went to her hip, her pushed, bending her forward until her face was pressed against the door, her back arched and her ass stuck up for all to appreciate as he gave her another harsh spank.
She moaned, arching her back further, her body still sensitive after her recent orgasm.
"H-How did you do that, Master." She whined, correcting herself. God, it had been so long since she'd been living under his rules, it felt good as he controlled her.
"Magic, slut, now do you want a change of clothes or would you prefer to go in naked? I'm sure Laurel will appreciate how red your fat ass is by now, I think even she knows you deserve some punishment."
"I-I" What did she want? Her body craved the humiliation of him forcing her to go naked but now really wasn't the time to let lust rule her thoughts, "Please give me a change of clothes, Master."
He grinned, looking quite handsome now that she could see his face, "Hmm, I don't know… maybe I should make you go in naked, taking your clothes of was what got you two separated after all." She grimaced, not particularly apricating the reminder of how she seduced her sister's boyfriend which led to her being presumed dead these last five years.
She looked up at him from her submissive place, her face pressed to the door and her ass stuck out, one of his hands was even now groping her so called 'fat ass', and she couldn't help but feel slightly offended despite only being told the truth.
Regardless she knew saying that would only see her punished, and as much as she might enjoy being punished she knew now was not the time.
"It's up to you master, you're in charge after all." She did her best to appear cute and submissive, blinking innocently and sticking her ass out further, pushing back against his hand, it was the only way to garner her mercy.
"I suppose your right." She relaxed as he released her ass but it was short lived as he grabbed the back of her cat suit, ripping it off in one motion and tossing to the floor, her heart leapt, was he really going to make her go in there naked? Her hips bucked at the thought.
She shivered as she felt the cold air brush her burning ass, letting out a little whimper.
"You've been a good girl today." His voice was warm and soft in her ear and she couldn't help but shiver in delight as he handed her some clothes, the jenes were just slightly too tight as she squeezed into them but the blouse fit well enough at least, she felt him give her butt a final squeeze before giving her a small slap and releasing her.
He took out a key and inserted it into the lock and she didn't have enough time to question why exactly he had a key to Laurel's apartment before he pushed open the door.
(Author's note: that felt like I just wrote the shittest chapter of my entire life, I would like to apologize to my readers, to my future self, my current self, and to God for this abomination. I vow to do better next time)
