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Green Arrow in Cursed Comics Cavalcade

「➳ SPACE COP !」

“Anything for you Queen” He replied back chuckling softly as they made their way through the crowds. He immediately let out a quiet groan at the man on stage not caring about the few mean looks he got from others. He nodded his head “ tell me about it, I can already feel his ego from down here” He whispered back rolling his eyes.

despite the professional facade he was supposed to be upholding, oliver couldn't help but laugh at the lantern's slight outburst. clearly, very few people shared their views on the matter; something that HONESTLY upset the archer. he just couldn't grasp how people could be so heartless towards others merely because they were different. it didn't take long before there was a slight shift in the atmosphere. leaning towards hal, he whispered, ❝ i'm getting a really bad feeling about this. ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS 「 FT. HAL 」!#the gala.

「➳ SPACE COP !」

Hal listened to his friend talk about how boring the whole Gala was under the disguise of being part of the privileged few. “Well anytime you want to play Hal Jordan you let me know Queen I’ll take over your company” Most had no idea who he was which allowed him to blend into the background. He looked towards the commotion before he could reply. “Yea it seemed to have caught everyone attention. Maybe this was what we were waiting for?” he replied making their way towards the group of people.

❝ you're MUCH too kind, jordan. ❞ he teased with a small smirk. though his expression became a bit grimmer as the pair started to walk towards the commotion. squinting slightly, it didn't take long for him to recognize stryker up on the stage. ❝ great. ❞ oliver glanced over at the lantern. ❝ we should've grabbed another drink first. ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS 「 FT. HAL 」!#the gala.

「➳ PRETTY BIRD !」

dinah watches as ollie’s complexion grows red from her touch. the sight alone has the vigilante’s teeth sinking into her lesser lip, a slight cock of her head to follow. she couldn’t help but keep his gaze for some time, remaining quiet as she took the time to take in his features. it’d been a lonely handful of months without ollie at her side, and this hits her like a ton of bricks as they stand, intertwined in one another. her index finger lifts to trail gently along the line of his jaw, a thoughtful expression forming to her features. “what’s the fun in playing fair?” dinah teases, hands gently gliding up the material of his lapels. “i suppose a dance couldn’t hurt. it’s been a while since we have, you know.” her hands reach to link around his neck, tugging him backward with her and into the center of the ballroom where couples were already dancing. she offers a quick glance around the room - an attempt to keep her guard up, this was a mission after all - before hues return to her husband’s, a soft smile taking shape to her lips. dinah’s head falls onto his shoulder, nose nuzzled gently into the crook of his neck. just to breathe in his scent again was enough to make dinah feel at home, and not in a ballroom packed with the heartless and selfish lot it currently was. “i missed you big time, arrow.”

words couldn’t even BEGIN to describe just how much the archer had missed being in his wife’s presence. while he had initially viewed their time apart as a necessity, it hadn’t taken long for him to realize just how wrong the duo had been about their inital separation. since escaping the island all those years ago, oliver had developed a deep almost crippling fear of isolation. that painful ache of loneliness. living without dinah had started to phantom how he felt living on that cursed heap of sand. and it almost amazed him how just from her TOUCH, she managed to sooth all of those lingering demons. he can feel his jaw clench at the sensation of her fingers along his jaw. ❝ fair. but it’s usually more fun when i’m the one torturing you. ❞ leaning forward, he placed a lingering kiss to her forehead. quietly cherishing the songbird’s mere existence with each passing second. ❝ you’re PERFECT. ❞ he mumbled, willingly shuffling along after her as she tugged him towards the dance floor. without any effort, they fell into step. something that had ollie smiling to himself slightly; they complimented each other so effortlessly. ❝ did you now? ❞ ocean eyes are locked on the others making their way around the dance floor. oliver quickly glanced down at dinah, a love-struck smile tugging at his lips as he pulled her closer. ❝ getting soft on me, songbird? ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS「 FT. DINAH 」!#the gala.

taritoons-old

With friends like these, who needs enemies? :D

Here’s Black Canary/ Dinah Lance, Green Arrow/ Oliver Queen and Green Lantern/ Hal Jordan aka the Hard Traveling Heroes aka my first real OT3. Try and tell that to the me of a month ago, I would have called you a lunatic. And yet here we are.

emeraldoutlaw

( @cryofcanary ; @greenhaljordan )

#➳ ; PRETTY BIRD !#➳ ; EMERALD ARCHER !#hal tag.

「➳ SPACE COP !」

Hal chuckled softly shrugging a bit it was too good to have Ollie by his side once again especially being here. “ Hey I gotta save power in case of emergencies and I’m single” He chuckled nudging his friend looking around. “ Oh forgive me, Mr. Queen, how is the traction gaining business going?” He smiled teasing his friend.

❝ oh, it’s going. ❞ he mused, nodding his head towards the MAJORITY of people crowded behind them. he made sure to lower his voice before speaking again. ❝ it’s pretty dull having to listen to all these old farts blab on about politics. most of them shouldn’t even be able to hold office. i’m glad you ── ❞ there was a SUDDEN commotion which caught the blonde’s attention. with an eyebrow raised, he turned back to this friend. ❝ shall we go see what the fuss is about? ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS 「 FT. HAL 」!#the gala.

「➳ SPACE COP !」

Hal smiled the moment he heard his old friend come up to stay next to him if anyone knew this type of life it certainly was Oliver Queen. Hal was glad his personality didn’t fit most rich people and fit more along the lines of how Hal was. “ Someone has to give you a run for your money Queen” He chuckled turning to face the archery “ Steal me? Never I merely just flirted my way in, you’d be surprised how many beautiful women loved to be wooed” He smirked, “ What about you, Dinah drag you out?”

seeing the lantern again made oliver ALMOST as happy as he had been seeing dinah. he chuckled heartily at the other’s response. ❝ charmed a gal, huh? i would've thought you'd put that fancy ring of yours to use. ❞ at the mention of his wife, he shook his head slightly. ❝ i'll have you know that this evening you're actually speaking to the illustrious robert queen. i'm here to gain some TRACTION for a growing business of mine. ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS 「 FT. HAL 」!#the gala.

「➳ PRETTY BIRD !」

while dinah proudly put off the vibe that she is this fiercely independent woman who softened for no one… it’s hard for the vigilante to keep a straight face as the other addresses her in the proper 70′s vernacular that he seemed to be so fond of. if there was anyone that was going to distract dinah long enough to complete what she had set out to do, it was definitely going to be ollie - the archer never failing to keep a smile on dinah’s face, regardless of their environment. his words cause her teeth to sink into her lesser lip, pausing briefly to concentrate on the lapel of his coat, fingertips grazing against the fabric before tugging at it playfully. “mr. queen, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you were flirting with me.” her words are followed by a bit of laughter, her sour mood somewhat subdued as they’re able to break away from the seriousness for just a moment to keep each other entertained. “though if that’s the case, i’ll have to admit that from the second i put this on, i couldn’t stop thinking about how badly i want you to be the one to take it off for me.” her tone is sickly sweet, as if she wasn’t talking about she and ollie tearing each other apart once they got back to the mansion - as if she was talking about something equally as bland as the gala they’d so happened to be at. “and if you play your cards right, you’ll do exactly that. but we’re on a mission, my love.” her gaze leaves his long enough to survey the room, as if to make sure there weren’t any eyes on them. “so the last thing on our minds should be how badly i want to tear this hideous thing off of you, piece by piece.”

oliver knew full well that he was SUPPOSED to be on his a-game. despite his usually carefree demanor, he took his role as a hero very seriously. so there was no denying that the pressure was on for tonight. admittedly, as boring as it was, he probably should have been a little more invested in scoping out the scene. his wife, however, made WHATEVER motivation he had deter significantly. who in their right mind could focus on anything when someone as gorgeous as dinah was wondering around? he was honestly surprised she hadn't had to give any of these sleazy politicians a PIECE of her mind yet. which was truly a shame. he loved watching her make men cower. ❝ me? flirting? never. ❞ her touch sent a shiver down the archer's spine. raising his lips to his glass, he took a long swig of the iced beverage. although he doubted the coldness actually helped reduce the redness in his cheeks. ❝ you REALLY don't play fair, pretty bird. ❞ he uttered a bit weakly. for a moment he let his gaze sweep around the room; trying to focus on something other than his now genuinely growing frustration. he was definitely getting her back for this LATER. ❝ right. the mission. ❞ he cleared his throat. ❝ does that mean if i behave myself, i can at least steal dance? ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS「 FT. DINAH 」!#the gala.

cryofcanary

it was hard to stand idly by while bigots and assholes alike voiced their opinions on something they didn’t deserve to have opinions on to begin with. dinah knew it was far too risky to cause a scene, so as she made her way through the gala, speaking to various attendees and seeing exactly what intel she can uncover, the blonde forced herself to grin and bear it. she grabs her third champagne flute of the night off of one of the servers trays, offering them an enthusiastic nod of thanks for the one thing getting her mind off how badly she wanted to canary cry these overpaid penguins into next week. she can feel her expression softening however, when her eyes meet that of a familiar face across the ballroom. she’ll take a few strides toward him, knocking her drink back with one swig like the lady she is. greedy hands slip up to the lapel of oliver’s coat, grimacing momentarily at the horridly decorated fabric before offering her husband her best babe in the woods look, feigning innocence. “you’ll back me up if i give these old dudes a taste of the black canary, hm?” dinah already knows the answer - well aware that if she were to fly off the handle, ollie would be the first to her side. “god, i can’t wait to get out of these threads…” she smiles widely at her attempt at some period humor, though it’ll take a lot more than booze and puns to get her through this night. @emeraldoutlaw

emeraldoutlaw

ollie had left behind the family business BEHIND for many reasons. but it was gatherings like these that made it abundantly clear how much he hated being a part of it. there were only so many ways to feign interest in what droning, greying politicians had to say. the fact that a majority of these men were leading their country was concerning ── even in THIS decade. how the hell did half of these morons even get elected? then again, he found himself wondering the same thing in modern times. whiskey in hand, he made his way from person to person. his face was starting to ache from all the fake ass smiling. FORTUNATELY for him, this had been around the time his father had started to make a name for himself. so when it was heard that the intriguing robert queen wanted an invite, it didn’t take much to secure one. a glimpse of blonde hair had the archer GRINNING like an idiot. he quickly dismissed himself from the man he had been speaking to; closing the distance between him and his wife. ❝ why hello there, foxy lady. ❞ he reached up to affectionately tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. ❝ i’ve always got your back, babe. though i’m afraid the quiver CLASHED with the polyester. ❞ this would’ve been so much better if they could have actually spent the evening together. ❝ i’m definitely digging the dress but i think it’d look even better on my bedroom floor. ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS「 FT. DINAH 」!#the gala.

littlepunchline-deactivated2023

Gaining entry to the Gala was almost too easy, the woman station at one of the entrances was his target. He merely played it off that he’d somehow lost his ticket laying on the heavy charm till she just allowed him to enter. He thanked her of course with a slight kiss on her hand before he walked in. He smiled making his way through the crowd to the bar if he was going to play a role tonight he’d definitely needed to look the part. “This Gala is quite amazing turn of events don’t you think?” He asked the person next to him.

emeraldoutlaw

oliver had spent most of his life surrounded by GLITZ and glamor. and, while it honestly didn’t surprise him, it was almost amusing how his family name still carried such weight ── even back in these days. all he had to do was utter his father’s name and they let him in without question. most of these POLITICAL hotshots were probably dying to have queen industries in on their questionable schemes. ❝ well, well, well. aren’t you looking super suave? ❞ the archer clapped his friend on the back in greeting. ❝ steal an invite? ❞

#➳ ; INTERACTIONS 「 FT. HAL 」!#the gala.

portaltown

“How do people do this?!” Wade shouted as he entered the gala, not talking to anyone in particular. He loosened his tie before speaking up again. “There are so many layers! The swampass is unreal.” More of his potted, scared skin was showing but he was so uncomfortable honestly he didn’t care.

emeraldoutlaw

oliver couldn't help but LOOK at the other man with amusement. he himself had been questioning his fashion decision for the evening. the archer could already feel himself sweating from the itchy fleece turtleneck. tugging at his collar he replied, ❝ clearly there must be a price for looking as snazzy as WE do. ❞