The Emerald Archer (Green Arrow OC X Margot Robbie)

Arc. 3/Ch. 2: Conversations

(A/N: Fair warning, another long one ahead with lots of talking and this chapter features some of the other people included in this universe. You'll see what I mean when we get there. Enjoy!)

Back at Stellmoor International, while the police examine the destruction left behind in Simon's office, the CEO himself hid in a corner close by while talking on his phone.

"No, it was almost over, but he just barely managed to slip away," he reluctantly informed, but grew a sadistic smirk when glancing back at the window where he escaped. "I'm not upset though, or worried. It would've been too easy for him anyway. I have much bigger plans for him."

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After getting all patched up by Blake, Benjamin was now sitting at a smaller table by the window, enjoying the late night view outside. The only garment covering his upper body now was the bandages Blake used with a few ice packs to help. Duncan is also fixing warm tea with some natural herbs to help with Ben's wounds. He sits across from him with a cup for each of them, receiving a thank you in return.

"So, lemme make sure I got all this correct," he begins as calmly as he possibly can for this crazy turn of events this night has taken. "You find out that the island you're on is a base of operations for drug traffickers, the same people apparently responsible for your dad's death, and when they show back up, you sneak on the ship, free the people they detained, and help them to take it over and get the answers you need. Am I caught up so far?"

"Yea, doing great, actually," Ben jokingly smirked, although he really was impressed by how well he was handling this whole ordeal.

"So, what happened to you the rest of the three years you were supposed to have spent on that island?"

Benjamin takes a large sip of the beverage made for him, humming at the warmth and taste.

"That's excellent. You really know your stuff," he quickly complimented, Blake almost laughing while shaking his head. "As he promised, Bronze Tiger hooked me up with some of the same people he learned from. I spent about the next year traveling across Asia, perfecting my skills as a fighter and in using my bow for combat while obtaining some resources that would become useful in the long run. After that, I did some work for my new agency pal, Eddie Fyers, learned some other new stuff, gained a few more resources; and then, when I finally felt I was ready, I came back to start my real mission."

Blake quirked an eyebrow with a slight look of shock.

"Sounds like a long three years..."

"That's just the summarized version of it, minus the details," he dryly laughed.

"And why are you trusting me with all this?" He wondered out loud.

Benjamin smirked as he sipped at his drink again.

"You took a bullet for my mom, Blake. I'd say you're about as trustworthy and honorable as they get. If I can't trust someone like you, then who can I?"

Blake smirks with flattery.

"Plus, tell you the truth, and I know this is a lot to dump on you now, but I could use your help with all this."

Now, his expression returned to shock, like a jolt of electricity had struck him all of a sudden. The air in the room grew thick with silence and tension as he processed his request.

"You want me... to help you in this?"

"I can't do this alone forever, Blake. Hell, I wouldn't have survived tonight if not for your help. I know what I'm asking of you is a lot, especially given the number of risks, but there's not too many people I can trust with this that have your skillset."