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The night was quiet, and Oliver was glad for it. Although he was still looking for a line on the dealer of the newest drug craze in the Glades, he was thankful for a seemingly quiet patrol.
Felicity’s voice came over the comms. “Hey, I just found something odd in a recently filed police report. Says a girl was saved from a mugging by an arrow-wielding vigilante. Any of you guys stop a mugging a few hours ago?”
Everyone on the team denied it.
“Could it be Helena?” Oliver asked.
“That’s what I was thinking. I just checked, and the Huntress is still happily tucked away at Iron Heights.” That meant it was someone new.
“What’s the description of this new player?”
“Uh...small in stature, either a female or a smaller male, wore a blue hood, used a voice modulator.” That didn’t tell him much. “There have been similar reports of the figure striking out at gang members.”
“Everyone keep a sharp eye out tonight. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
“Copy”s came in from everyone on the team, leaving Oliver satisfied that they were all on the same page. He continued jumping from roof to roof, looking for anything suspicious. He finally settled on his favorite rooftop. It had the best vantage point of the city, and he had to admit the view was striking. Looking out at his city always reminded him of why he had chosen to defend it.
He saw something out of the corner of his eye. Not movement, exactly, but something out of place. There was something hidden behind a ventilation unit. He nocked an arrow and turned the corner. There was a person lying there. He turned on his voice modulator.
“Don’t move. Who are you and what are you doing in my city?”
Upon closer inspection, it was definitely the blue-hooded vigilante that Felicity had told him about. The person made a small movement, probably turning on their own voice modulator. He tightened his hold on his bow in defense.
“I’m no one you need concern yourself with.” The modulator made it hard to tell if the figure was male or female.
“Why did you stop that mugging?”
“Same reason you would have. It was the right thing to do.”
“And why have you been making your way through the gangs?”
“Nothing different from what you’ve been doing.” Of course it was different! Oliver was a known entity to the whole city, and, most importantly, to the city’s police force.
“The SCPD is looking for you.” The figure flinched slightly at that. Oh, so they didn’t know. Leverage.“I should bring you in.”
“That’s in neither of our best interests.”
“And what makes you think you know my best interest?” This know-it-all was starting to get on his nerves.
“Don’t worry about it, Oliver.”
Oliver released his arrow out of instinct. It wouldn’t have hit anything vital, but it would’ve shown the figure that he meant business. That move didn’t work, as they were able to catch the arrow. Now that was surprising. It was a move that very few had perfected. But Oliver had no time for shock and awe. He needed to take down this unknown quantity now.
They were able to dodge his first few punches and kicks, almost as if they knew exactly what he was going to do. He was larger than his opponent, and he had the proportional strength. But his opponent was fast and seemed to know his moves. It was almost as if he were fighting-but it couldn’t be. She was dead. Maybe the League sent someone after me . But why dress her like this? It wasn’t typical League attire, and certainly not typical League weaponry.
His opponent switched up the speed of their attacks. He blocked a few, but got hit by two. He then switched up his pacing, managing to get a hit on their head. Their hood fell off and-
He was faced with a young blonde girl, wearing a blue mask like his green one. He staggered back. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen.
“How... old are you?”
“It’s rude to ask a girl her age.”
Oliver didn’t understand who this girl could be. His confusion cost him a hit to the stomach and then one to the head. That didn’t stop him from pressing the girl.
“How do you know my name?” He might’ve just confirmed that he was Oliver Queen, but his need to know outweighed his caution at this point. Who was this girl? He dodged another one of her kicks, and grabbed her elbow when she tried to jab him. He quickly twisted her arm around her back and asked her the question again, in the fiercest voice he could.
“How do you know my name?” The girl just nothing, just continuing to flail about. He used it against her, pushing her and causing her to fall, then pinning her down. He didn’t want to lose the momentary advantage. He needed to find out everything about this girl and her agenda. He grabbed a tranq arrow and stabbed her in the arm. It only took a few seconds for her to stop resisting and black out.
“I found our blue-hooded vigilante. She’s a young girl, and she can fight. I’m bringing her in now.”