Part One Here

Before Oliver could ascertain what exactly was about to happen, the apartment blurred around him and then started to spin wildly. He was sure he was gonna throw up until Mark laid a hand on his arm and steadied him some. When the room stopped spinning Oliver leaned over and tried to catch his breath. “Nice warning.”

“I forget what it’s like for other people.” Mark smiled sheepishly at him. “Oh, where are we?”

“Don’t you know?” Oliver glared at him.

“I don’t know everything, I’m just a guide of sorts.” Mark shrugged. “So where are we?”

Oliver stood up straight and took a good look around the room and froze. “We’re…at my old house.” He took two steps forward and tried to run his hand along the back of the couch only his hand went right through. He turned around to Mark confused.

“We’re just here to observe.” Mark shrugged. “We’re only in a memory, we can’t affect the scene in any way. So tell me about this place.”

“It’s the Queen house. It’s a little outside of Star City. I lived here until my parents….until I went off to boarding school.” He walked around the living room. “Lilies.” He smiled at the bouquet on the entryway table. “They were my mom’s favorite.”

“Did you sell the place?” Mark looked around.

“What?” Oliver turned around confused.

“Did you sell the place?” Mark asked again.

“No, I still own it.” Oliver said.

“But you don’t live there?” Mark inspected the pictures on the fireplace mantle.

“I work in the city, its closer.” Oliver shrugged.

“Huh?” Mark nodded.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Oliver glared at him.

“Nothing.” Mark threw up his hands in surrender.

Oliver was about to say something when he heard a sound he hadn’t heard in a while. It was laughter coming from the other side of the house.

“Ollie…” A female voice said before walking into the room. “Come out come out where ever you are.” She laughed again as she crept into the room.

“Mom?” Oliver reached out a hand to touch her and it went right through her. “Mom, I’m right here.” Oliver said more urgently.

“Oliver.” Mark looked at him sadly. “You can’t talk to her, it’s just a memory.”

Oliver looked between Mark and his mom and then coughed to clear his throat.

“Come on Oliver, our plane leaves in two hours and you’re going to be late for school.” She stood in the middle of the room looking around. “Oliver Jonas Queen, come out right this instant.” She yelled through the room and looked around.

“Missing someone?” A tall man walked into the living room, a young Oliver slung over his back. “I caught him trying to fit in my suitcase.” The man dumped the young boy on the couch and smiled down at him. “Come on kiddo.” Robert Queen walked around the couch and sat down next to Oliver.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Oliver pouted. “You just got back.”

“It’s just a short trip Ollie.” Laura Queen sat on his other side. “We’ll be back in two weeks, in enough time to take you out trick or treating.” She nudged him in the ribs.

“Trick or treating is for babies.” Oliver crossed his arms over his chest.

Laura looked over Oliver’s head to Robert. “Ok then, no trick or treating.”

“Why can’t I go with you guys?” Oliver said.

“It’s a business trip kiddo.” Robert smiled at him. “And you’ve got school.”

“But it’s going to be my business someday isn’t it? Don’t you think my time would be better spent learning how to run the company?” Laura raised an eyebrow and Robert laughed.

“You’ve got plenty of time to learn how to run the company.” Robert assured him. “Right now you need to go to school, be a kid, and go trick or treating yeah?” Oliver pouted again. “Come on, I know you think its lame, but do it for your mom?”

“Fine.” Oliver finally sighed.

“Grab your school bag, we’ll drop you on the way to the airport.” Laura ruffled his hair and he ducked out from under her to go get his bag. “He’s growing up too fast.” Laura said to Robert. “Remember when all he cared about was trick or treating?”

“Yeah.” Robert stood up. “What was all that stuff about running the company?” He ran his hand through his hair.

“I think that was just a lame excuse to get out of school.” Laura laughed and the scene froze.

“What happened?” Oliver turned to Mark. “Bring them back.”

“I can’t, that’s all you remember.” Mark shrugged. “What was so important about today?”

“Nothing.” Oliver said gruffly walking closer and studying his mother’s smiling face.

“Hate to break it to you kiddo, if we see it, it’s important.” Mark smiled at him.

“Don’t call me kiddo.” Oliver snapped. “Only my dad called me that.” Mark nodded and Oliver turned back to the scene. “This was the last time I saw them.” He stared at his mom. “They dropped me off at school, two hours later they boarded a plane and then…” Oliver trailed off.

“Then what?” Mark looked around as the room started to spin. Suddenly they weren’t in Oliver’s old house, they were somewhere else.

“No.” Oliver shook his head when he got his bearings. “No, stop this, take us out.” He screamed at Mark who just shrugged and looked around.

They were in a school, the name on the uniform jackets said Excelsior Academy. The teacher was sitting behind his desk reading the paper as the kids all took a test of some sort. “History.” Oliver said looking down at his paper. “I did not study for this test.” He shook his head looking around. “I remember wishing that something would happen, a fire drill, hell an actual fire, something that would get me out of it.” He laughed humorlessly.

The teacher flipped a page in his paper, the silence in the classroom making the sound of the paper almost deafening. Another sound started in the background, a sort of rhythmic clicking, getting closer and closer, high heels on tile floors. There was a small knock at the door and the teacher stood up and opened it. A woman was on the other side whispering something to the teacher.

“Oliver, put your test down, the principal needs to speak to you.” He said quietly.

“Oh, Ollie’s in trouble.” A few kids snickered and hooted at him.

“Everyone else, back to work.” The teacher snapped and Oliver got out of his desk and walked to the door. Mark and Oliver followed as the Principal led him down the hall and sat him on a bench. She squatted down in front of him and placed a hand on his knee.

“She’s telling me that my parents are dead.” Oliver put his hands in his pockets. “She just kept repeating it, over and over for some reason and I remember thinking to myself that she was really bad at this, delivering bad news. She wasn’t comforting or even informative, she just kept saying, “The plane went down, they’re dead”. Who breaks the news to a ten year old like that?” Oliver shook his head.

“She did her best.” Mark offered and Oliver snorted.

“So what? This moment defined my whole life, is this what you’re saying?” Oliver turned to him.

“I’m sure it had an impact, but if I’ve learned anything in doing this, it’s that there’s no one moment that defines anyone.” Mark shrugged. “It’s what we do about all the little moments that define us.”

“Wow, that so profound.” Oliver rolled his eyes. “So where are we going now?” Oliver asked. “My first date? The night I lost my virginity?”

“I don’t choose where we go, you do.” Mark told him.

“I did not choose to come here.” Oliver snapped at Mark.

“Ok, whatever.” Mark said as the room started to spin and they were moving again. “So you’re not taking us here either?” He looked around. “Where is here?” There was ocean as far as the eye could see and loud music coming from somewhere.

“My boat.” Oliver smiled for a second looking around the yacht with fondness.

“Ollie, Ollie, Ollie!” People were chanting in the other room and Mark inclined his head, motioning that they should go investigate.

They simply passed through all the people in the room until they got to the front. “That you?” Mark smirked as a nineteen year old Oliver stood in front of the bar on the boat, a bar that was currently holding a half naked girl who was looking at him expectantly.

“Yeah.” Oliver actually blushed as he watched his younger self

Oliver grabbed a lemon and slipped it in the mouth of the girl, then leaned down and licked a line from her belly button to just under her breasts. The crowd cheered as he sat up and shook salt on her stomach. She smiled at him as he leaned back down to lick up the salt. She handed him a shot glass and he downed it quickly before leaning forward to grab the lemon from her mouth. When his lips hit the lemon she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss as the crowd screamed again.

“Pretty cool party.” Mark smiled as the younger Oliver tried to pull away from the girl.

“Not for long.” Oliver sighed glancing at the spot light that was sweeping over the room through the windows. Oliver nodded out the window and Mark saw a boat sliding up alongside his yacht. “Pirates.” Oliver said as the window behind the bar shattered, taking all the bottles with it and spraying the crowd with liquor and glass.

Everyone went crazy and started running in all directions as automatic gunfire pierced the air. Oliver reached over and grabbed the woman off the bar and carried her out of the way as she screamed in horror. There were cuts all over her body from the broken bottles and people kept bumping into them. “Can you walk?” Oliver asked her and she nodded. He set her down and Oliver grabbed her hand as he pulled her out of the room. On his way he had to force himself not to look at the dead bodies he was steeping over to get out of there. He heard a grunt and then felt dead weight yank at his arm and watched in horror as the girl from the bar, the girl whose name he never bothered to ask, fell dead from a gunshot wound. He stopped horrified but started moving again when a bullet hit him in his thigh.

“What’s going on?” Mark asked looking around at the chaos.

“I never found out for sure.” Oliver said. “I know my captain was in on it. I’m not sure if they just wanted to boat, if they wanted me, if they wanted money, I don’t know.” He nodded in the other direction and Mark turned to see Oliver climb in the life raft on the side of the boat and pull a knife out of his pocket to cut the ropes. The gunshots were fewer and farther between now and Mark guessed that was because there were fewer people to shoot at.

“But you got away.” Mark pointed out as the life boat hit the water and Oliver grabbed for a paddle to row with.

“If you want to call it that.” Oliver shrugged as the scene spun around them and they were somewhere else.

“Nice place.” Mark smiled walking up the beach. “Tropical.”

Oliver snorted as he looked around the place he swore on his life he would never set foot in again. “Yeah tropical.” Oliver said.

“You vacation here or something?” Mark looked around confused.

“Not exactly.” Oliver nodded behind Mark and he turned to see the semi lifeless body of Oliver lying on the beach. “Washed up here after two days in that life boat.” They watched as the body on the ground slowly started to move and Oliver heaved himself up until he was standing. He took in his surroundings as he stumbled along the beach. They watched as Oliver stopped frozen.

“What are you looking at?” Mark stepped over a few rocks and made his way over to where the younger Oliver was standing transfixed.

Oliver followed behind him and all three stood and looked at the wreckage in front of them. “That would be my parent’s plane.” Oliver said squinting in the sun. “Funny thing was, I took that trip as a sort of symbol. It was supposed to be a goodbye to my parents, I never expected that to be literal.” They watched as the younger Oliver stumbled forward and slapped his hands to the side of the plane, using his sleeve to wipe the dirt and sand from something on the side. When he finished he stepped back to revel the Queen Industries logo.

“You actually found your parents plane wreckage?” Mark looked at him astonished.

“I know.” Oliver laughed. He never thought he’d be able to laugh at this situation, but when Mark pointed it out that way Oliver saw the comedy of the situation. Mark chuckled and soon they were both laughing. They stopped when the younger Oliver climbed out of the plane dragging something behind him. Oliver coughed and turned away.

“What’s going on?” Mark asked looking between the younger Oliver and the current Oliver.

“Those are my parent’s bodies.” Oliver said, a little crack in his voice. “I buried them properly.”

“That’s really nice.” Mark said quietly.

“Yeah.” Oliver coughed. “Yeah, we’ve seen everything aren’t we supposed to be spinning around now?” Oliver turned around.

“What do I know?” Mark shrugged. “This isn’t my trip.”

“I don’t want to watch this whole thing over.” Oliver said as he watched himself grab a piece of the plane and start digging a hole.

“Yeah, maybe you need to.” Mark told him. So they sat and they watched as Oliver dug through the night and well into the morning light until he finally laid his parents remains in the hole and then filled it in again. He fashioned a makeshift cross from a few branches and placed it in the ground as he closed his eyes for a second. The scene started to spin and Mark smiled. “Now we can go.”

“Great.” Oliver sighed in relief, but they didn’t go far. When everything stopped spinning they were still on the island. “Just great.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t like the time I spent on this island in the first place, now I have to re-live the whole thing.”

“Nah, probably just the highlights.” Mark smiled at him.

Oliver watched himself as his memories sifted through his time at the island. Fashioning his first bow, learning how to use it properly, then finally mastering it. “Are we almost done here?” Oliver asked as they watched him hunt a boar through the forest. “All this moving around is making me dizzy.”

“This is important.” Mark pointed out. “This is where you became who you were to become.”

Oliver looked over at Mark and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He said as an arrow flew through the forest, missing all the trees and landing square in the boar, killing it with the first hit. “You have no idea of the man I’ve become.” Oliver shook his head and suddenly the place spun again and when they stopped it was obvious they weren’t on the island any longer. They were in an alley.

Mark looked a little confused. “This isn’t right. We weren’t supposed to get to this time yet.”

“I thought you didn’t know what was going on?” Oliver turned to him. “I thought you didn’t have any control over this.”

“I don’t.” Mark said. “I don’t control where we go, but I know the basic progression of the trip. We weren’t supposed to be here yet, but if we’re here, it’s for a reason.” Mark said nodding to the front of the alley as a woman approached.

The woman seemed scared and out of place. She kept looking around like a scared cat, waiting for someone to pop out of the shadows. She pulled the trench coat tighter around her chest as she hurried in to the alley. “The trench coats a nice touch. What is this? Boris and Natasha? Spy versus Spy?”

“Shut up.” Oliver snapped. “She was nervous.”

“Sorry.” Mark threw his hands up and took a step back.

“I don’t want to watch this.” Oliver said. “Get me out of here.”

“I can’t dude.” Mark said.

“You know more than you said you did, you know more about this place than I do, this is your stupid power get me the hell out of here.” Oliver screamed.

“You really should calm down.” Mark warned him as Oliver fumed.

“Fine I’ll do it myself somehow.” Oliver closed his eyes and thought as hard as he could about anything but this place.

“That’s not gonna work.” Mark whispered basically to himself.

Chloe frowned and jumped up. “What’s going on with him?” She ran over to the couch and Bart looked over jumping up.

“Holy crap, is this supposed to happen?” He looked down at Oliver, who had sweat pouring from his forehead, his whole body shaking.

“I don’t know.” Chloe shook her head. “I’ve only seen one of these before. It didn’t happen that time.”

“Maybe it’s because of the alcohol.” AC said. “He was kind of drunk, was the other guy drunk?”

“No, I don’t’ think so.” Chloe shook her head. “Oh God.” She pointed to his shirt where a small dot of blood was slowly forming.

“You have to help him.” Victor said to Chloe. “Stop this, use your power.”

“I have to touch him to do that, Mark said not to touch him.” Chloe looked up.

“You want to break Mark’s rules or you want Oliver to die?” Victor looked at her.

“Ok.” Chloe nodded her head. “Ok.” She grabbed Oliver’s shirt and pulled it up. “Oh God.” She saw the undershirt he’d made into a makeshift bandage covering the wound on his abdomen. “Damn it, why didn’t he say anything.” She pulled the shirt off and blood started pouring out.

“Chloe.” AC said scared.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Chloe laid her hands down on Oliver’s chest slowly and the guys watched as a white seemed to spill out of them. Chloe felt the familiar tug that happened when she healed someone, then she felt an unfamiliar tug. She was fading quickly and not like she normally did. Her only thought was that she hadn’t finished healing Oliver.

“What happened?” Bart asked as the light faded and Chloe slumped against the ground. “What the hell just happened?”

“I don’t know.” Victor said astonished. AC leaned forward and gingerly lifted Chloe’s hand and let it drop.

He turned around and shrugged. “She’s breathing.” He said. “She’s just, out, like Oliver.”

“Ok, but what the hell happened?” Bart asked and Victor and AC looked over at him exasperated.

Chloe opened her eyes and looked around, trying to get her bearings. “What the hell just happened?” She watched as Oliver dressed as the Green Arrow talked to a woman in an alley way.

“I was gonna ask you the same question.” Mark said from behind her.

“Chloe?” Oliver looked at her confused.

“What’s going on?” Chloe asked each of them.

“You tell me.” Mark said. “What did you do?”

“I was healing Oliver’s wound, by the way would it have been too hard to say ‘Hang on just a sec, I’ve been stabbed’ or something?” Chloe glared at Oliver.

“Even in my own head she nags me.” Oliver mumbled under his breath.

“You used your powers on him?” Mark asked.

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded.

“Huh, that’s interesting.” Mark nodded and leaned back to think for a minute.

“So what’s going on?” Chloe asked him finally.

“You don’t really know much about how your power works do you?” Mark asked her and Chloe shook her head. “When you heal someone, you merge with them, you go into them and become them for a while. When you went into Oliver, it brought you here.” Mark looked thoughtful for a second and then smiled. “This is good actually, useful.”

“Useful?” Oliver asked confused.

“Your destinies are intertwined.” He said. “Didn’t you know that?”

“No.” Chloe shook her head.

“Really?” Mark said confused. “I knew it the first time I met you.” He shrugged. “So then, let’s carry on.”

“No.” Oliver shook his head. “I don’t want her here, I don’t want her rooting around in my head. These are private memories.” Oliver pointed out.

“I told you not to get upset, it probably made your wound worse.” Mark smiled at him. “What’s done is done, you just have to deal with it.”

“I never meant for this to happen.” Chloe told Oliver apologetically. “I’m really sorry.”

“You did this?” Oliver asked her. “You brought him here, brought him here do this to me.”

“Yes.” Chloe nodded. “To get you back on the right path.”

Oliver laughed. “How is that your decision to make? What path I’m on?”

“Since you weren’t making it.” Chloe glared at him. “I figured someone should.” She looked around confused. “What is this place?” She asked as Oliver pulled himself up out of the alleyway on a zip line and the woman looked back and forth across the street before walking away.

“It’s nothing.” Oliver said. “Let’s get this show on the road. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can get out of here. So what? We go back to the island?”

“No we’re finished with the Island.” Mark shook his head.

“So where then?” Oliver asked.

“Somewhere else.” Mark smiled and the scene started to swirl and spin as they moved to another memory.

Chloe grabbed onto Oliver’s arm as the memory fell into place. “A little warning about the spinning would have been awesome.”

Oliver helped her stand upright and she turned to the scene in front of her and froze. “Holy crap you’re naked.” She turned around quickly a blush rising to her cheeks.

Oliver snorted. “That didn’t stop you from busting in on me in the shower yesterday.” He pointed out.

“I was angry and I didn’t even realize…” Chloe trailed off. “Holy crap you were naked yesterday weren’t you?”

“Yes.” Oliver nodded, a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

“He’s got pants on now.” Mark called to them and they turned to see Oliver standing in front of a dresser and take a deep breath before opening it.

“Oh god.” Oliver smiled slightly. “This is my first time suiting up.” He turned back to Chloe. “My first trip out at Green Arrow. God, I was petrified.”

“You look pretty calm.” Chloe pointed out.

“Yeah well if we’d come in five minutes ago, we would have seen me throwing up my diner.” He smiled. “I bagged three purse snatchers and a car thief.”

“Good night.” Chloe said absentmindedly as Oliver finished putting on his suit.

“Yeah it was.” He coughed. “But that’s in the past.” He said pointedly.

“That’s why we’re here.” Mark said. “How did it feel?”

“What are you a shrink now?” Oliver scoffed.

“Sort of.” Mark smiled at him. “How did it feel? Putting on that suit? Stopping the bad guys?”

“It felt good.” Oliver admitted. “Until I read the paper the next day. While I was stopping the purse snatcher and the car thief, a guy killed three people in the park.”

“You can’t save everyone Oliver.” Chloe said to him quietly.

“I can’t save anyone.” He mumbled under his breath and Chloe glared at him. “I was doing some good but not enough.”

“And that’s when you decided you needed to do more?” Mark pointed out. “You needed a team. You can’t save the world alone.”

“I didn’t decide I needed a team.” Oliver said. “It just happened.” Oliver shrugged as the memory swirled again and they were standing outside this time, by a small outdoor café.

“Where is this?” Chloe looked around confused.

“Down town Star City.” Oliver moved closer. “This is…this is the first time I saw Bart.” He smiled and Chloe looked around confused. “I’m there.” He pointed down the street and Chloe saw him.

Oliver paid the news agent and turned to go back to the penthouse when a shot of red caught his eye. When he followed the blur to its resting place he was surprised to find a young man skulking behind a car eyeing the counter of a local Mexican food stand with far too much interest.

“And that’s Bart.” Oliver pointed out.

Oliver stood and watched intently as he seemed to gauge something, as if he was counting, then there was a red blur again, and the food the waiter had just set down was gone, and so was the boy. Oliver smiled.

“He just stole that food.” Chloe said shocked.

“Yeah, he did it every night for a week, I kept watching him.” Oliver smiled at the memory.

“What did you do?” Chloe asked.

Oliver smiled as the scene around them spun and whirled until it was different.

Oliver was in the same spot he’d been in the past two nights and yet again there was the kid. Red hoodie, earphones plugged in, hungry look in his eyes. He came at the same time every night, waited for something he liked, took it, then took off. When Oliver was sure he had the timing right, he pulled the Arrow out, set up the shot and then waited.

He saw the familiar look in the kid’s eyes and then he was a blur. Oliver followed the gust of wind heading for him, aimed up the street and let the arrow go. The arrow hit the asphalt just as the kid ran by and the effect was instantaneous.

The arrow exploded, coating the street with a sticky goop, trapping the kid and stopping him dead in his tracks. “What the hell?” The kid looked around and tried in vain to free himself from the goop.

“Super sticky arrow, I haven’t come up with a technical name for it yet.” Oliver explained at Chloe’s confused look.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you stealing was wrong?” Oliver lowered himself to the ground and smirked.

“Yeah well I’m pretty sure trapping someone in weird sticky stuff is too.” Bart pointed out.

“I wanted to talk to you.” Oliver said walking carefully around the sticky stuff. “I’ve been watching you the past couple of days.”

“Look dude, I’m flattered and everything but I just don’t swing that way you know.” Bart smirked at him and Oliver glared, though it was relatively ineffective since Bart couldn’t see his eyes.

“You’re funny kid.” Green Arrow said, having a feeling, and being right, that calling him kid would annoy him.

“Who you calling kid Kermit?” Bart crossed his arms over his chest then frowned. “Wait a minute, you’re that Green Arrow Bandit.”

“I’m not a Bandit.” Oliver sighed exasperated. “Talk to me about your speed.” Green Arrow said. “How fast are you?”

“Let me out of this and you’ll find out.” Bart smirked. “Come on dude, I’ll go pay for the tacos.”

“Really?” Oliver asked unsure.

“No, probably not.” Bart smiled.

“How about this.” Oliver said pulling another arrow out. “You give me two hours and I’ll let you out. I’ll even buy you a real diner.” Bart looked down at the tacos. “Running like that must work up quite an appetite.”

“You have no idea.” Bart laughed. “Whatever I want to eat? Cause I can eat a lot.”

“I can cover it.” Oliver assured him.

“Sure.” Bart said finally.

“You won’t run?” Oliver pulled the arrow back and aimed it at the ground.

“Nah.” Bart shook his head. “You’ve got me intrigued. Besides, I can take off if things get weird.” He looked Oliver up and down.

“I was not hitting on you.” Oliver sighed letting the arrow go.

The scene changed again and this time they were standing in Oliver’s Penthouse in Star City.

Bart whistled as the elevator opened and he stepped out into the penthouse. “Nice place. A little small.” Bart shrugged, not wanting to appear too impressed.

“It’s a place to sleep.” Oliver shrugged.

“Comfortably.” Bart added as Oliver walked to a bookshelf and pulled a small box toward him, swinging a door open.

“Ok, that’s awesome.” Bart stepped forward as Oliver walked into the room and started unloading his gear. He turned to the kid and smiled before reaching up to grab his sunglasses and pulling them off, he had a feeling he could trust this kid. “Holy freaking crap.” Bart said as Oliver pulled the hood down. “You’re Oliver freaking Queen.”

“So I’ve been told.” Oliver said pulling off his jacket and putting it away.

“No way, no way is Oliver Queen the Green Arrow Bandit. No way.” Bart shook his head.

“Could you stop calling me a Bandit please?” Oliver sighed in annoyance.

“Sure dude, whatever.” Bart held up his hands and took a tour of the room. “You’ve got some serious gear here.” He reached out his hand to touch an arrow when Oliver grabbed him by the wrist.

“You don’t want to do that. Trust me.” Bart backed away slowly and nodded.

“Sure thing, no problem.” He turned to Oliver. “So you said there would be food?” Oliver smiled and pulled out his phone.

“What do you want?” He asked.

Bart took another look around the penthouse and weighed his options. “Do they deliver lobster?”

Oliver resisted the urge to groan as he made a call.

Again the scene swirled around them and Chloe watched on with interest at the exchange taking place.

Two hours and five food deliveries later Bart was standing out on the balcony with Oliver, using one of his old bows to practice with. “So let me get this straight.” Bart said pulling the string back way too far and letting the arrow fly. Oliver winced. It was two in the morning so the streets were pretty much deserted and Oliver had given him arrows with plastic tips, but it still didn’t stop him from worrying. “You want me to come work for you?” Bart asked turning around to grab another arrow. “Using my, what did you call them, oh yeah, “special skills” or something.”

“Right.” Oliver nodded.

“To take down Lex Luther?” Bart asked him lowering the arrow and thinking for a second.

“Yeah, basically you’ll be breaking into his places, downloading files.”

“And I’ll be getting paid to do this?” Bart asked pulling the string back once more and letting another arrow fly.

“Very well.” Oliver said.

“And it’ll be like on a case by case basis right? I mean I’m not going to be like at your beck and call or anything? Cause I go where I want and I do what I want.” Bart told him.

“Case by case, a trial period if you want to call it that.” Oliver agreed.

“Where do I sign up Boss man?” Bart smiled tossing him the bow.

Part 3