@adventurestold for tommy
grip upon cool metal tightens, weight pulled upward and perch held firm as the woman hears creaks in the ceiling followed by a struggle down the stairs. the wait for someone to arrive had been annoying, blue hues washing over the space that was so like the arrowcave and yet not. it held the same essence-- ollie’s wooden chest, the way felicity’s computers were set up, the agility ladder-- a mirror of what it had been in those early days before everything in their world had gone to shit. yet there had been no ollie, no trace of their battles or the cases which held the team’s suits. dinah knew better than to expect everything to be the same, this wasn’t her earth, and yet, some small part of her had dared to HOPE. then there had been a flash of green and the wait had been ceased, replaced by prepared action. a flash of black. anger consumes features, blue hues narrowing as she watches green thrown backward, breaking through a crate. it’s then the bird drops down with her full weight onto the back of the attacker. fire in her eyes as blonde hair covers her face.
it’s not until her enemy throws his full weight backward, slamming her into a wall of shelves that her grip loosens and her hair falls out of her face. ‘impossible, you’re dead.’ she’s told and it’s almost laughable until she reminds herself this isn’t her world. “no, but you’re going to wish you were when i’m through with you, malcolm.” blurred action takes shape as she engages him in combat, pushing him more toward the other side of the room where she’d seen the other man go down. leather hugs palms as she throws punches forward and an arrow is dodged when distance is granted in the fight a moment later. she doesn’t need to be from this earth to know that malcolm’s her enemy, the only question is why ollie hadn’t gotten up from the ground yet. she’d seen him take a worse hit from her before. not that she couldn’t take care of herself but a little help wouldn’t be turned down.
“dont take another step toward him.” dinah threatens. ‘or what?’ she’s questioned, prompting an all too telling smirk. “i’ll scream.” sound emits, items on shelves shattering and falling as she focuses on the man before her. there’s a part of her that’s tempted to hold her cry, to see him fall in place, and yet she doesn’t. she isn’t like him, she seeks justice not death. with a sudden flash of movement into his pocket smoke fills the space, malcolm disappearing and leaving dinah to inhale and exhale painfully. he’d gotten some good hits in, if she didn’t hate his guts or know of his training, she might even be impressed.
when she sees the green hooded figure begin to move she leans back against a table. “you know ollie, that look--” dinah starts before words halt and lips part. she can see his features better now, even before the hood falls backward. that isn’t ollie, at least not her ollie, but it’s more than that. she knows the way he moves, knows the shape of his body, knows.. it’s tommy. “tommy..” her voice is almost breathless, mind and emotions suddenly at war with each other. skin turns pale as if she’s seeing a ghost. in a way, she was. a ghost from her past but this place’s future. tommy. her tommy had died. so had her ollie and everyone else that she had cared about on her earth before she’d been sent here. this wasn’t her tommy, but those eyes, those features. it was tommy.
