The Speed to Rob a Queen's Heart - Olivarry

The Storm

Oliver approaches the dumpster vacated in the alley he was arrested at just hours before. He'd been walking over here ever since he left SCPD, where he met a man named Barry Allen.

Scratching Barry outside of his mind, Oliver proceeds to reach an arm out towards the dumpster, exhaling deeply to prepare for the worst. If he opened it, there would be a chance that his suit and weaponry would be gone.

What would I do then? Who would have taken it? Who would they go to if they'd find it? Would my life as the 'Arrow' be over? Of course not. It's just a silly little costume with weapons that can be easily replaced. Except the hood... it honors Yao Fei. Shado. My father. My mother. Tommy. What would I do if it wasn't here? Would the darkness slip away? Would the darkness rise and the light sink? If the pieces of Oliver Queen have already been scrapped away... if the only pieces I have left is just the Arrow... if those pieces were scraped away, am I left with nothing? Am I nothing?

His heart races and his hand shakes as he opens the dumpster open. His eyes meet with his arrows that were safely tucked inside his quiver, laying over his bow that laid over the top layer of his suit. His hood glowed over the garbage that was stored inside. Relief pumped through his veins and made home to his heart, confirming that he'd live another day to protect his city.

The pieces he almost lost remained.

Oliver quickly dresses himself into the identity of the Arrow, planning to slip away into the darkness of Starling City's night and return to the Arrowcave to give Felicity a playful piece of his mind.

Through phone of course. She's not there anymore, idiot.

Getting arrested slightly struck his confidence- feeling paralyzed from not being able to protect his identity in a matter of time, subjecting himself to portray the man he left behind years ago that he hated and to have a quick visit at the city's jail, struck him well.

The only good thing that came from this situation was meeting Barry.

Why do I keep thinking about him?

Oliver grips tighter onto his bow to scorch the man that somehow made a way into his mind, quickly met by a sound that howled into the alley.

Out of impulse, Oliver aims an arrow towards the source of the sound, only to be encountered by surprise.

The man that made a way into his mind made a way into his path. It was Barry standing just a few feet away from him, holding his hands in the air carrying fear.

"H-hey, hey, hey! It's me! It's Barry! Barry Allen." Barry shouts.

"Keep your voice down," Oliver grits through his teeth. Anger and disbelief started to appear within him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I had to see for myself," Barry starts to explain. He steps forward, keeping his arms held in the air. "You hated him. You hated him so much that it almost felt like a performance. Like an act. You hated him so much that," Barry pauses once he was just a step away from Oliver. His left hand slowly approaches the arrow that Oliver aimed towards him, reaching for it with his fingertips lightly brushing the sharp weapon, but he hesitates by pulling away. He swallows hard to gain the courage he needed for what he was going to do and say next. Landing his fingers on the arrow, he gently wraps his palm around it, closing his testimony with the words: "It was like you were him... You are him. You're the Arrow."

Oliver's mouth drops open due to being too speechless to say a word. He stares at the man that held the object that could have easily pierced through his heart, but it wasn't piercing through his heart because the heart that was being pierced wasn't Barry Allen's. The heart that was being pierced was Oliver Queen's and it wasn't being pierced by an arrow- it was being pierced by a man named Barry Allen.