Sometimes, Lydia wondered what other teenage girls might be doing at night. No doubt the vast majority would be out partying and clubbing, much like she expected Thea Queen would. Maybe a few would be simply resting at home, perhaps working on school assignments. Meanwhile, here was Lydia choking out security guards and shooting down cameras. But then again, she hadn't been a normal girl since she turned twelve.
"Alright, Hood. We should be clear to chat with Holder." she said into her comm-link, a recent addition she had made to their array of gadgets after a very annoying attempt to coordinate an assault in pitch-black darkness a couple nights ago.
"Hood?"
"I can't exactly keep calling you Oliver anymore. And the media already came up with a name." she reasoned.
"Fine. Regroup on the roof, Rogue."
Lydia rolled her eyes. Of course he would fire right back at her in kind. It seemed he too could play this game.
She fired a cable-arrow to quickly pull herself up to the rooftop pool deck, joining Oliver as he stalked towards their target, James Holder. The corrupt businessman had installed faulty smoke detectors in low-income housing in the Glades. His negligence had resulted in many fires and equally as many deaths. It stopped now. An arrow through the bottle of alcohol Holder had in hand quickly drew his attention towards them.
He looked at the two vigilantes in surprise.
"I have armed security inside. All I have to do is call out." he told them.
"Be our guest. But you won't get the response you expect." Lydia replied, throwing one of the guns she had taken from the guards on the ground for added effect.
She had to hold back a smirk as Holder's eyes widened in fear.
"What the hell do you want?"
"How many people died in those fires?" Oliver inquired.
"How many?"
Holder remained silent.
"The courts say you don't owe your victims anything. We disagree. James Holder, you have..."
Before Oliver could finish his sentence a gunshot cut him off, one bullet flying past the two archers while another grazing Oliver's shoulder. The vigilantes immediately dashed behind cover as shots began raining down on the rooftop. When the hail of bullets finally stopped, Lydia tried to peek out to spot the shooter. There was no trace of him though, not even the glint of moonlight on the glass of a sniper's scope.
"Looks like we weren't the only ones visiting Mr. Holder tonight." Lydia commented as she watched Oliver get back up, clutching his wounded shoulder.
*
"Hold still." Lydia chastised as she sewed Oliver's wound shut.
"Your hands are cold."
Lydia scoffed.
"Well, maybe if you had actually paid attention to Shado's lessons, you would be able to do a decent suture yourself." she replied as she finished with the stitches.
"There, it's done."
Oliver nodded, putting his shirt back on and scooting his chair closer to the table to pick up the List.
"I suppose it's not surprising that a man as corrupt as James Holder has more than one enemy." he said, crossing out Holder's name.
"The question now is who..."
Oliver cut himself off as his legs suddenly seemed to fail him. The two of them locked eyes in shock. The wound had been just a graze, Oliver hadn't lost anywhere near enough blood to be feeling unsteady on his feet. Which only left one other option.
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Arrow: the Two Archers
Fanfiction"My name is Lydia Rooke. For five years I was stranded on an island with only one goal. Survive. Now I have returned to my city with a new mission. To save it from those who poison it with crime and corruption. But I can't do that alone. And I can't...
