Not My Life
"I'll be in the other room," my husband said, picking up the kids. "Shout if you need me."
When he left, you looked at your unexpected visitor. Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow, father of your oldest child.
"What do you want, Oliver?" you asked.
"You got married," he said, his voice low.
"You left. What did you expect? And besides, I heard that you're happily married. You found out you have another kid. You were the mayor of a city. You moved on, too."
"How's Y/C/N?"
"Fine, Y/C/N is fine. Now stop skirting around the question. Why are you here?"
"I need you, Y/N. Not you you. Your powers. Star City is in serious danger and-"
You cut him off, "I don't live in Star City anymore. That's not my problem. And besides, I don't use my powers anymore. I'm a mom. A wife. I have a job that doesn't require me to wear a mask and get shot at. That's not my life anymore. I'm sorry, Oliver. You can see yourself out."











