They say I'm Robin Hood.

Oliver Queen. CEO Queen Industries. But that's just my day job. The real party starts when the sun goes down and the crooks come out. That's when I become Green Arrow. ((Member of Gotham City Skyline.))

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Knock Knock, Who's There || Ollie + Tim

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Tim took a few moments to compose himself at the older man’s words. It was slightly comforting to see him appear to be genuinely remorseful, still, the teen remained alert none the less.Why did he even have a button that did that?

Tim thought over his options briefly. He had accomplished what he had come to, and what if this was a trick and now was the only chance he would have to leave? What if that window of opportunity closed once he turned it down? He was was being paranoid and ridiculous again. The teen should his head and moved forward, cautiously taking a seat at the desk that separated him from the older man.

Now calmed down, but still embarrassed by his sudden panic, Tim considered his next words carefully. Still, he wasn’t sure what to say exactly. Ollie was looking for an opinion, but all the young hacker had to offer were facts.

"…You just need an upgrade; new software. They make better than what you have, it’s out of date. If you make sure all your bases are covered, you should be fine. And while you’re secure in some areas, it’s mostly weak firewall defenses."

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Oliver sighed, taking a few moments to consider his options. He could thank Tim for his help and send him on his way, he could ask for the kid's recommendations, or, he could ask Tim to help personally. The kid seemed to be good with computers, and the best way to keep your secrets secure, is to hire someone who knows how to get them.

He felt he could trust Tim, but he still wasn't entirely sure. After all he had hacked into QI, and hadn't given a reason yet, but at the same time, he was completely honest about it. Whatever he decided,he wasn't going to get any help without talking to him. "Kid, I'm not gonna lie, I've got some secrets hidden in this company. Nothing bad mind you, just some secrets that could ruin the company if they were discovered." He let out a sigh, "I need to know how to best secure the information I have logged on my servers. I've already got the most important of it locked away so it can only be accessed from my computer, but I know now that that probably won't stop someone who's really determined to get everything."

Oliver tried dancing around his words as elegantly as he could, trying not to give too much away, while still enticing Tim's curiosity. Only time would tell how this would work out for him. It was up to Tim now, would he take the blue pill, waking up in his bed and believing what he wanted to believe, or would he take the red pill and stay in Wonderland, seeing just how deep the rabbit hole goes?

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Knock Knock, Who's There || Ollie + Tim

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Panic.

Panic. Panic. Panic.

All systems on high alert.

All of Tim’s alarms were going off.

 Usually, or at least in the movies the boy had watched, when people in positions of power, automatically closed the exit route, and smiled largely in the way Mr. Queen was now doing, it only ended one way. Tim was going to die. Logically speaking of course. He was either going to regret ever coming into the office, or he’d never leave. Either way, things didn’t look good for the teen.

Turning to face Oliver Queen once more, Tim tried not to let the panic show on his face. Instead, it manifested in the way his pale hands wrapped tightly around the strap of his messenger bag, wringing the worn canvas until his knuckles turned white. The teen could feel his throat tighten and he resisted the growing need to cough, gagging on short breaths.

Why wasn’t Ollie letting him leave? Was he really so upset? The teen could understand, and perhaps his grin wasn’t exactly predatory, but still, it was undeserving.

"It’s… uh, it wasn’t really hard, I mean, it didn’t take much. I—" The young hacker paused, tugging on the collar of his shirt. He was not handling this well. Confrontation, social situations like this, people like this, Tim wasn’t sure he’d ever know how to properly handle.

"Um…" He looked around. "Sure. What else was he supposed to say? This was bad on so many levels and Tim only hoped he didn’t make it worse by having a panic attack right in Oliver Queen’s office.

The last thing he needed was a repeat of what had happened with Mr. Wayne.

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Oliver saw the panic in Tim's eyes, "Whoa, hey, hey, hey. It's alright Tim, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything, I just want to talk, get your opinion on how to improve my security." He paused unsure of what to do, he didn't want to make matters worse. He fumbled for the button he had pressed, and pressed it again, opening the doors, "There, see? You can go anytime you want, I was just making a joke. A poorly timed one, but a joke."

He gestured towards the seat, "If you decide to stay and help me, feel free to have a seat. Is there anything I can get you?" Obvious press disaster that a kid having a panic attack that Ollie caused aside, Oliver was worried about the kid. Not just because of his obvious anxiety issues, but because if he had hacked into QI, who knows who else he might hack into, and most people, especially in Gotham, wouldn't be nearly as okay with it as Oliver was.

What're you doing Oliver? Are you trying to give the kid a heart attack? That was a stupid move. Get your act together.

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Knock Knock, Who's There || Ollie + Tim

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  Was this man really so nice and trusting? Tim was a complete stranger who had just broken into his building, his office, and he as the blond was about to find out, his entire network, and yet, he seemed completely trusting of the teen. Oliver Queen was either an idiot, or wanted to see what it was the teen had to offer before he made his move. Tim knew Mr. Queen was no idiot, even if the lines he was spouting made the boy want to cringe.The young hacker had to play his cards right.

Tim hesitated a moment before handing the papers over. This was the whole point of him coming over here to begin with, to give the man this information, so he should have no doubt. Licking his chapped lips in a nervous habit, the Gothamite watched the older man look over the papers intently.

"According to my findings, your system is not in the least bit secure. Your firewalls are weak and you have barely any substantial protection should someone wish to break into your files or use them for malicious intents like…" He paused, always hesitating on the name. "Bane did with Wayne Corp." Tim rocked anxiously on his heels.

"Sir, I came to warn you, that in the chance someone tries to do the same to your prolific company as they did to Mr. Wayne’s, perhaps you should consider better security." Tim hesitated for another moment before turning on his heels and beginning to walk out the door. He had done what he set out to do and he shouldn’t over stay his welcome. It wasn’t his place to pry any further. That was a habit he had to break.

"Have a nice day, Mr. Queen."

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Oliver scanned the papers, taking in the detail Tim had put into them. It was astounding how much info the boy had uncovered, especially for his age. What he hadn't seemed noticed though, thankfully, was the hidden security door that requires an authorized user to be on a specific terminal. That was where all the really important information was kept, the info on Green Arrow. The kid was impressive though, and Oliver liked that

As Tim was heading for the door, Ollie pressed a button on his desk swinging the doors shut. "Hold on kiddo. This is some impressive work. Mind if we talk some more?"

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A Grave Mistake || One-Shot (Flashback)

Ollie's plane from Seattle had landed at an airport just outside Gotham city. He'd had a memorable time in Seattle with Roy, but it felt good to be back home. Still, knowing that Roy was a living person with a tombstone felt weird, wrong almost. So, on the plane ride, Ollie had made up his mind, he was going to visit Roy's grave, as "a good soldier." felt too detached.

Making his way to Roy's grave, Ollie brought a pad of paper, a pen and some tape. It may not have been the most elegant of solutions, but it worked. Ollie wasn't quite sure what he was going to do yet, but he was sure something would come to him when he got there.

Stepping out of his car, he made his way to the grave and sat down on the ground next to it. He wasn't sure how long he sat there before having a flash of inspiration. He brought the pen to the paper and carefully wrote out what he wanted to say.

After it was all done he sighed a sigh of relief and smiled before the tore off the extra paper, leaving a strip with 5 words on it. He quickly taped over it, covering it with packing tape and putting duct tape around the edges just to make sure it stayed. He turned to leave, looking back for a moment at the grave that now read:

Roy William Harper Jr. A good soldier and an even better friend.

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Knock Knock, Who's There || Ollie + Tim

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Tim tried not to flinch at the sudden movements before him, the man—Oliver Queen— jumped up in his seat, grabbing the phone with a loud clatter. The teen hadn’t heard the phone ringing, nor was anyone talking before he entered. Obviously there was no one on the phone, but Tim chose not to comment, wanting to be respectful.

Taking a deep breath, the young hacker reminded himself that honesty was the best policy and he would just have to hope for the best.

"I… Um, I don’t have an appointment, Sir, and I’m not here for the intern program." He stepped into the room, not confident enough to shut the door behind him, but trying to make his presence solid. His fingers twitched around the papers in his hands; specks to show Mr. Queen.

"My name is Tim Drake. I’m here because I wanted to warn you." The older man’s gaze was intimidating, but this was not something Tim hadn’t done before. He was okay, and he was going to do fine.

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Ollie had to suppress a chuckle, "Warn me about what? Tim, this is Gotham, just about everything here wants to hurt me," He raised his arms with a shrug, "I'm rich." He let out a sigh seeing the concern on the boy's face. "Okay kid, show me what you've got."

Oliver reached his hand out calmly to take the papers, "It's okay Tim, I won't bite." He gave a toothy smile.

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Knock Knock, Who's There || Ollie + Tim

Gotham had always been run by the same big names— Wayne, Elliot, Arkham. They were old money and their contributions and influence pulsed through Gotham’s streets, bringing life and hope to the otherwise dark city. Their achievements were that which no outsider could measure up to, even if they managed to last the night. That is, until Oliver Queen moved to town.

Queen Industries was different than Wayne Corp. Both were multimillion dollar industries with “spoiled rich kids” at the head of the table. Both companies had specialized in military grade materials- be it weapons or software— that is, before Oliver Queen took control of the company following his father’s death.

Oliver Queen came to Gotham to make a difference. He gave back to the community, even shutting down his company’s weapons branch, one of QI’s most prolific departments, and went into clean energy. Tim reasoned it was personal. Considering what the older man must have gone through on that island, and moving to a city that had just been under war, weapons had to be the last thing he, or other Gothamites, wanted to deal with. It was easy to understand why Queen might be so against them now and instead, wanted  to better Gotham.

The only real difference between the two other than that change, was that Wayne Corp was run by The Batman, not just a regular man.  And, in the past year, the caped crusader had been exploited, his money and power taken from him and given back again. Bruce Wayne learned from his errors though, upped his security, enhanced his malware tech. He knew when someone was forcing their way in, and much like the older man had done with Tim, he confronted and put a stop to the problem.

Queen Industries, Tim found, differed from Wayne’s legacy in this way. Oliver Queen was never a target of malicious intent, he never posed a threat to super villains and generally got along with most people.

Hacking into Queen Industries had been easy. Too easy. It was disconcerting really, how little security there was keeping any hacker away from valuable company information. Information like funding, private shipments… a lot of the things he had found in Wayne’s computer linking him to Batman… Tim shook his head clear of the thought. He really had to stop prying into the lives of billionaire playboys. He had learned his lesson from that. Still, that didn’t mean Tim couldn’t alert Mr. Queen of the fault in his systems. If he didn’t upgrade his security soon, he could very well end up like Wayne did.

Putting this plan into action, the teen quickly hit a speed bump. How would he explain hacking into QI in the first place? Tim already knew the consequences to doing something like that and he didn’t think he would get away clean the second time around.

Still, he had to try. So, specks in hand, Tim made his way to Queen Industries’ main office building, hoping he could speak to Oliver Queen in person. If the message was simply passed along by  a secretary, it was sure to get butchered along the way and he would be the one to pay for that. Getting through the front door was easy, as was getting past the main security desk and Tim found himself upstairs in no time.

When he got there, his eyes scanned the seating area. It was comfortable looking, large plush chairs on a matching plush carpet, and the secretary’s desk was positioned just beside a large set of double doors.

That’s where the young hacker needed to be, but how he would manage to get in to see the man in question, he wasn’t sure. There was no assistant seated behind the desk, perhaps they were out to lunch, or perhaps even inside with Mr. Queen. Tim grew more and more uncertain the longer he stood there, anxiety growing as he began to rock lightly on his heels.

He’d come this far, perhaps it was best to just go for it. Taking one step forward and then another, the young Gothamite approached the large doors, knocking twice and hesitating a moment before pushing the heavy, wooden frame open.

"Mr. Queen?"

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Ollie lurched up, interrupted in the middle of his nap by the boy opening his door. He fumbled for the phone on his desk, "No, I said green, not red." He slammed the phone down, knowing that he hadn't fooled the kid in front of him. Ollie cleared his throat, "Sorry 'bout that. Did we have a meeting scheduled? Carol really needs to tell me about these things, or was it Naomi here today? That might be it, she never lets me know."

He scratched his head, "So, why do I have a meeting with a teenager? Is it for the intern program? Who are you anyway?" Ollie smiled, he knew the kid didn't have an appointment, but the kid was probably more likely to trust him if he faked ignorance.

He sized up the kid, who was fumbling to figure out what to say. He was clutching papers in one hand and staring at the ground. Probably had something big to tell me, or massive anxiety issues, either way, it could be useful to hear him out.

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Secret Shipment || Oliver and Roy || Two month flashback

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He hit the water with a small splash, immediately spreading his arms and legs out to slow his descent. The water was freezing, but Roy pushed past it, found his center of being, and kicked his legs towards the surface. HIs head breached in time to see Oliver come slicing through the waves, and Roy immediately swam towards him. The man didn’t find surface immediately, and Roy dived under to get him.

Ten seconds later, both men were above water, and Ollie was shouting at him. “I’m right here, brother." He yelled over the waves. “Swim on your back, okay? Your legs will propel you just fine." With that advice taken, Roy began to push his arms through the water, easily outstripping Queen. 

He reached the shore within thirty minutes, looking back to see Oliver only a few hundred yards behind him. Swimming breaststroke, to boot. Roy snorted. “Nice strokes, Queen." He pulled Ollie out of the water, slapping him on the back as they trudged up the sandy shore. “Well, you can’t say that it was boring, can you?" 

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Ollie slugged up the beach, stumbling a few times, "C-can't say that it w-was." Ollie laughed lightly as they continued up the beach. "You were impressive out there. You had something out there that the army doesn't teach people, something you can only get by surviving something you probably shouldn't have." Oliver stopped mid-thought as he managed to remind himself of the horrors he endured on that island.

Before Oliver realized it, they were at the road. Oliver shook his head, trying to get the memories to leave him alone. "So, where to now Red?" He patted his sopping wet clothes, "Preferable somewhere I can get into something a little more... dry?"

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Secret Shipment || Oliver and Roy || Two month flashback

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Cole was unconscious now, but most of that had to do with the bottle that had broken on his temple. Roy frowned. It had been a good scrap, too. As he tossed the limp body off of him, he noticed a small spade tattoo on his collarbone, but the detail was quickly pushed aside as a man in a biker vest lifted Roy off the ground and tossed him over the bar. 

One shattered bottle of wine later, Roy was making his way to Ollie, who was in the midst of a heated conflict with an enormous blonde man. Roy shouted “Duck!", and in unison, the men knocked the brute down. 

Wheeling around to avoid a tossed bottle, Roy nodded his agreement to Ollie’s reference. Back to back now, the two men fended off broken pool cues, knives, and one rusty pipe. Soon enough, the crowd thinned, and sirens could be heard in the background. Roy, knowing how Settle PD could be, looked for a rear exit. The only one was off a balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean, with a 100 foot drop. It’s not like the cold water fazed him-SEALs were more at home in water than they were on land.

"Come on, Ollie. Jump!" WIthout looking back, he sprinted for the doors, nimbly stepping over the bodies and broken glasses. In perfect form, he vaulted the siding, falling easily towards the depths below. When he resurfaced, he looked around for the billionaire.

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The sirens brought Ollie out of his tunnel vision, most of the people around him were either unconscious, or in too much pain to stand up, the others were scrambling around like crazy trying to find a way out.

"Come on, Ollie. Jump!" 

Ollie nodded and ran, several steps behind Roy. Jump? What the hell are we jumping into? Ollie made it to the ledge and skidded to a stop as he looked down. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me! Why is it always water?" Ollie shook his head and took a deep breath before hurling himself over the siding.

The fall seemed to take forever, giving Ollie plenty of time for a mental freak out. He managed to adjust his body so he entered the water straight as an arrow.

Ollie hit the water with a splash, and the sound all around him went muted. It took a second for the cold to set in, but when it did, he was more than eager to break the surface.

"Roy!" He shouted, unsure where the man was exactly, or if he could even hear him, "Are you crazy? It's freezing!"

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Secret Shipment || Oliver and Roy

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  The tequila wasn’t hitting Roy hard enough to wipe away his train of thoughts. 

Amanda had me declared dead. None of my SEALs have families this time around. They’re probably “dead" too. Was Africa meant to fuck us all up? I was supposed to have died there, how else could I have missed that? Jay saved me, and ruined Waller’s plan. Suicide Squad it is. Great. Good to fuckin’ know. And it had to come from Queen, of all people. God fucking dammit. 

Ollie wasn’t at the table anymore. Confused, Roy swept his gaze across the bar, locating the billionaire in a heated exchange with a local asshole named Cole. Grinning, Roy got up to join them. Maybe a fight would lift his spirits. By the time he got there, Cole was ready to boil over. Naturally, Roy pushed him further. “Hey, dickskin. Don’t take your pent up sexual frustration on Ollie here, okay? He’s not gonna respond to your advances. You aren’t his type." Cole’s eyes narrowed with rage, and he cocked his fist back. He let the first blow catch him on the chin, rolling slightly backwards as the knuckles dragged his skin. Making an overexaggerated falling routine was next, colliding with the three people on the bar behind him. Add some shouting, vague pointing, and a drunken sounding “Get him!" and we had a bar fight, ladies and gentlemen. 

Roy jumped on Cole now, making sure to slow his hits down. What fun was it if he won in seconds, anyway? Fist were flying all around him now, and Roy was fairly certain he saw Ollie in on the action. He grinned, then spit out blood. Cole was a better fighter than he had guessed.

This should be fun.

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Ollie wasn't exactly surprised to find Roy at his side, but when Roy pushed so hard he got hit, Ollie was caught off guard. Of course, he happened to run into another table, and next thing Ollie knew, there was a full blown bar fight. 

Somewhere among the chaos, Ollie had lost sight of Roy, he'd gotten a little absorbed in avoiding the drunken blows of the other bar-mates, and dishing out his own. He'd taken a few shots, mostly to the arm, there was a big guy though who managed to lift Ollie and throw him into a table, he'd definitely be feeling that in the morning.

The fight dragged on, people who were down kept getting up, and some of the people who were up managed to take themselves down. Ollie was starting to get a little tired. He felt a tap on his shoulder and instinctively turned to ready to punch, and was met by Roy, a sly grin plastered on his face. Ollie couldn't help but smile, as painful as the fight was, Ollie was enjoying himself.

"Duck!" Ollie heard the words from Roy and reacted instinctively, ducking and turning at the same time, throwing a punch into the gut of the guy who punched him. He turned his head vaguely towards Roy, "Thanks." he then added, in a fake irish accent, "Care to be the Murphy McManus to my Connor?" He caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye, and threw up his arms to absorb the blow, countering by grabbing a nearby chair and throwing it.

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GCS One-Shot: Heavenly Virtues || Charity

10 years ago

"Dad, do I really have to go the the dinner with you guys? I mean, I'm 18, I could be going out with Tommy, meeting chicks, throwing a party. All of those sound so much better than a boring night eating some crap food while you sign a check to save the whales or something." Ollie wasn't thrilled in the slightest that his dad was dragging him to the Oceanic Research and Protection Foundation charity dinner.He didn't see why it was a big deal for him to be there. They gave money every year, shouldn't that be enough?

"Someday you'll understand Ollie. It's not about the money, not really. It's about showing your support for a cause bigger than yourself. Yeah, the money helps them, but offering to help, to go to the beaches and clean up the dirty animals, that helps even more." Ollie's dad, Robert, sighed, "Unfortunately, we're so busy at times that we can't be there, but this is the best we can do." Oliver didn't exactly get it, what was the point if he wasn't getting something in return? Regardless, he did as his father asked, and joined the rest of the family for the dinner.

He was bored through most of the dinner, then the lights dimmed and a presentation started. It started with some calm music, then a spotlight hit a man standing at a podium, prepared to give a speech. He started talking, of the oil spills, off shore drilling, and how it was effecting the animals and their habitats. Suddenly Ollie understood what his dad was talking about. Sure, he'd rather be out partying with his friends, but it was important to stop and help others sometimes.

When the presentation ended, Ollie practically jumped out of his chair clapping. His Dad, rather than asking him to sit down like his mother was, joined him. The two of them started a standing ovation that night, and the most money ever to be donated to the foundation at one of their dinners was the result.

This dinner would change how Ollie viewed charity for the rest of his life and when he took over Queen Industries, he set aside a larger budget for charities. To this day he goes to the annual Oceanic Research and Protection Foundation dinner, as a guest speaker now instead of just an attendee.

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Secret Shipment || Oliver and Roy

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Roy shook his head. No, no way. They’d given him a tombstone? Must have been Jaybird. Oh Jesus, Kory and Ally must have been there…Fuck, and Dick. I didn’t even think that they’d miss me. Shit. I was so high and out of it, I honestly thought I’d be better off dead.

Clearing his throat, he looked at Ollie. “Guess I’m more expendable than I thought. I knew Waller was tough, but I didn’t think I was on Suicide Squad. Good to know my place." He called the waitress back over. “Bottle  of 1800, please. It’s gonna be a rough one." She smiled politely before fetching it, bringing with her a chiller of ice. “Thanks, hon." He poured himself a generous glass, taking about half of it at once. Then, he returned his gaze at Queen. “So, ‘A good soldier?’ Sounds nice. I wonder who paid for it."

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"My guess would be the people giving you your paycheck. Nothing says officially dead like a slab of stone." Oliver downed the last of his drink. "So, Red. Do you mind if I call you red? It's the hair." Ollie paused, the hair on the back of his neck sticking up. His body reacted before his mind could. Some guy in the back of the bar had started getting a little too friendly with one of the waitresses. Oliver stood up and turned to Roy, "Hold that thought."

He made his way to the guy, realizing that it was their waitress he was harassing, and tapped him on the shoulder, "Buddy, I think I heard Emily here asking you to keep your hands to yourself. You wouldn't want any trouble now would you?" The man ignored him, so Oliver tapped his should er again. "Hey, pal. Leave her alone." His tone a little more firm this time.

[newagerobinhood]

Secret Shipment || Oliver and Roy

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He fought the urge to recoil. “Dead? Sorry to disappoint, Queen. I’m right here. Unless you know something I don’t, I’d say your information is wrong." 

He didn’t mention he’d left everything in Gotham behind, didn’t say he’d been left for dead by his friends. Technically, he didn’t fake his death. He just disappeared.

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Oliver shook his head, "I know you're alive, but I also know that I've seen your tombstone." he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Roy William Harper Jr. 'A good soldier.' You even have a death certificate."

Oliver took a gulp of his drink, "Listen, I know what it's like to find out you're dead. It's weird, surreal, but in the eyes of the government, you're dead. I was lucky, I didn't work for them, but you do. Which means they probably did this on purpose."

[newagerobinhood]

Secret Shipment || Oliver and Roy

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  Roy frowned. “Slave traders? Sounds like Africa. I spent a good amount of time laid up in a hospital bed there." He listened to the rest of the man’s words, a neutral expression on his face. Listened as he told him that he killed them all, told him of his escape. Roy understood. He was about to reply when he heard Ollie mention his full name. The name no one but Jason knew, with the suffix he’d dropped at the age of 15. 

He stared at Ollie with steely eyes. “How do you know my full name, Queen? I wasn’t aware you were digging that deep into my life." He lifted his drink, downing it. With a grimace  he leaned forward. “Watch yourself here, pretty boy."

[newagerobinhood]

"Anyone can do a Google search, and boy was I surprised at what I found when I looked up Roy Harper." Ollie smiled a little and leaned in with a hushed tone, "Did you know you're dead?"

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[newagerobinhood]

Secret Shipment || Oliver and Roy

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Roy silently listened to the story, knowing exactly what Ollie meant. He’d had a similar experience, after all. After he finished talking, he motioned to the waitress, Emily. She was there in a flash, a broad smile fixed on her face. “What can I do for you, Harper?” One side of his mouth slide easily up, forming a wry smile. “Get Ollie here another…what was it again? Appletini?” He snorted, and the waitress bit back a laugh. “Right away, Harper.” 

Roy turned back to the billionaire. “So, this island. You didn’t happen to be alone, did you? I’ve been looking for a nice place to retire to, somewhere secluded. Unless you ran into people there?” Emily was back with the drink, the ever present smile still on her pretty face. “Thanks, hon.” She nodded and departed, ever the good server. Roy nodded after her. “Don’t even think about it, by the way.”

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"If you can call slave traders people, then yea I ran into people." Truth be told, Ollie hadn't even noticed the girl. He was so lost in the emotional, mental and physical trauma he had experienced on the island. The torture, the fights between captives, his escape. "They're not there anymore though. I..." he paused searching for the words. "I killed them all. I was the only one who made it off the island."

Oliver grabbed his glass and downed the appletini. "So, you're welcome to retire there. Just don't expect me to take you Mr. Roy William Harper Junior" Oliver closed his eyes and sighed.