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[For Felicity, Feb 10] and they all said i was misled
After his discussion with Barbara, Oliver spent the rest of his shift on autopilot, his mind running through their entire conversation over and over.
Green Arrow had seemed like such a ridiculous name, coming from Malcolm, but the fact that he actually goes by that name in Barbara's world bothers him. Everything about it bothers him, and though he's glad he knows, he hates that she suspected and knew all about him for however long before tonight. He hates that there are most likely others who know. He keeps replaying his meetings with various vigilantes over the months he's spent here, wondering if a certain reaction here or there meant they recognized some aspect of him -- if they suspected he was their Green Arrow.
The not knowing gnaws away at Oliver, and by the time his shift is done, he's more inclined to wrap his hand around his bow than make nice with Alexei or anyone else. He leaves Lush quickly, and heads home.
Usually when he gets back to the apartment, Oliver slips right into the Arrow and spends a few hours in the city. When he walks in and closes the door behind him this time, Oliver stands in the hall, still and listening for Felicity.
He isn't sure what to do. Barbara's words keep bouncing around in his head, and he doesn't know what to think anymore.
Green Arrow had seemed like such a ridiculous name, coming from Malcolm, but the fact that he actually goes by that name in Barbara's world bothers him. Everything about it bothers him, and though he's glad he knows, he hates that she suspected and knew all about him for however long before tonight. He hates that there are most likely others who know. He keeps replaying his meetings with various vigilantes over the months he's spent here, wondering if a certain reaction here or there meant they recognized some aspect of him -- if they suspected he was their Green Arrow.
The not knowing gnaws away at Oliver, and by the time his shift is done, he's more inclined to wrap his hand around his bow than make nice with Alexei or anyone else. He leaves Lush quickly, and heads home.
Usually when he gets back to the apartment, Oliver slips right into the Arrow and spends a few hours in the city. When he walks in and closes the door behind him this time, Oliver stands in the hall, still and listening for Felicity.
He isn't sure what to do. Barbara's words keep bouncing around in his head, and he doesn't know what to think anymore.
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