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You danced to the fast beat, surrounded by your closest friends and blinding lights. The club you were in was the new one that the famous Oliver Queen had opened. You’d known him since you were a kid but you’d grown apart even before he had disappeared for five years.

Having reappeared merely months before, you decided that it was a god time to see him. This was the first time you were going to talk to him in 9 years. You looked around and finally spotted Oliver off to the side.

You excused yourself from your friends and started to walk towards him. Before you could reach him you saw his bodyguard tap him on the shoulder and whisper into his ear. Oliver nodded and began walking towards a back door.

You followed him, curious as to what he could be up to and making sure to avoid being spotted. You saw him type in a passcode, open the door, and quickly look around before closing the door carefully behind him and his bodyguard.

You had pretending to dance when he looked around but you had seen the password as he’d entered it. Your fingers flew across the numeric pad as you typed in the code. You looked around before entering into the darkness

It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust and as they did, you saw that in front of you was a metal staircase that led down under the club. You crept down the stairs, managing to avoid making any sounds as you did so.

As you neared the bottom, you could hear two voices. Most of what they said was too quiet for you to hear but you caught something about taking another name off of a list.

You continued to sneak down the metal staircase until you got to a point where you could see the inhabitants of the room. You saw Oliver and his bodyguard standing by a bi table with a wooden box sitting on top.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Oliver. He had changed out of his regular clothes and was now wearing a green hood, one just like the vigilantes. He opened a box that sat on the table and pulled out a green bow.

Is Oliver really the vigilante? He seems too selfish to be the vigilante.

You began to sneak back up the stairs when you stumbled causing a clang that echoed throughout the room. Both men looked over and Oliver quickly pulled up his hood. They made their way to the stairs but you were already racing up them, two at a time.

You were almost to the door when you were tackled to the ground. Struggling, you were unable to get out of his grasp. You looked over your shoulder to see that it was Oliver that had tackled you, although the hood now hid his face from view.

He pulled you down the stairs and sat you in a metal chair. He pointed his bow at you, an arrow loaded. “How’d you get in here?” Oliver asked, his voice was deeper than you expected.

“I followed you, Oliver.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to see you again. It has been 9 years since I last saw you. I had no idea this was down here.”

He lowered the bow and took a closer look at you. “(y/n)?” His voice went higher, so that it sounded exactly how you’d remembered it. Quickly masking his surprise his face turned into a scowl. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” the bodyguard butted in.

“Digs, it’s ok. I know she won’t tell a soul, right?” he glanced at you.

You quickly nodded your head. “I would never do anything to endanger his life.”

“Please go back and enjoy the party, (y/n). I have business to take care of.” Oliver flipped up his hood and grabbed the bow again.

Before heading back upstairs you took a look at the room and noticed a small notebook. It lied open so that you could see that the page was filled with names, a few of them crossed out.

“(y/n), I said please go back upstairs,”

“Sorry. Can I’ll come by your house tomorrow so we can talk.” You hurried back upstairs and re-entered the club. Your friends were easy to find since they had made their way over to the bar.

“Hey guys.”

“OMG (y/n), where’ve you been?” One slurred, obviously drunk.

“Just talking to Oliver, shall we dance?”

~oOo~

Later that night you quietly entered the dark hotel room. “So, did you get the information I asked for.” A deep voice asked you.

“Yes,”

“Come, sit down and tell me everything.”

You sat on the couch and started talking. “He knows. Oliver knows about the list.”

-END Part One-