FIGHT CLUB ✎ 001
[Laurel was sick of hearing people tell her she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t good enough. She didn’t belong. The words had rung in her ears so often that she’d been rash, and she’d suited up to go out on her own. She didn’t care that Oliver was back and the team was ‘together’ again. What good was the team being together if none of them considered her a part of it?
All Laurel wanted was to help people, yet the people who were supposed to care most didn’t trust her to do it. She would show them, though. Her father’s police radio sprang to life, and with it, so did Laurel, getting onto her bike, her wig whipping in the wind as she got to the sight of the mugging before the sirens did. Laurel didn’t think, she just reacted, using her training from Ted to guide her as she raced towards the assailant, pulling out her baton and crouching to knock him in the shins.
She expected him to fall down, to give her a better angle. Instead, though, a hard kick to Laurel’s stomach had her toppling backwards, rolling to her feet and wishing for a second that she’d thought to bring backup... especially when another shadowed figure appeared. Laurel didn’t have time to evaluate if they were friend or foe, though, as she raised her hand to block a punch, not caring if her technique was sloppy as long as it got the job done.]