"tattoo your name across my heart
so it will remain,not even death could make us part,what kind of dream is this?,you can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare,either way i don't wanna wake up from you."
(book one)
oliver queen x fem oc
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the police think they know who i am, they think im the vigilante the man in the hood terrorizing the city's criminals they also think they have me trapped that i have no way out they're only half right
Oliver Queen sat in a police interview room at the Starling City police department across from Quentin Lance as he denied the accusations they arrested him for.
"This is a mistake." Oliver spoke as he crossed him cuffed hands on the table.
"I'll be asking you a few questions standard stuff for the report." Quentin ignored him as he started the questioning. "Have you been arrested before?" Oliver smiled as he opened his mouth to answer but he just held up his hand and kept writing. "that's okay,i know the answer to that one..plenty of times."
"Like i said this is a mistake." Oliver smiled at him as he leaned forward on the table.
"As far as i can tell the only mistake i made was not shooting you down at the docks when i had a chance." Quentin fired back as he too folded his hands on the table.
Oliver made a confused face as he shook his head. "i am not who you think i am."
"Oh you're exactly who i think you are." Quentin spoke as he looked Oliver in his eyes with hatred in his own. "you're a dangerous menace who doesn't care about who he hurts except now you're doing it with bows and arrows instead of trust funds and yachts."
"Detective you hate me." Oliver nodded his head. "i get it..but that doesn't make me a vigilante."
"No." Quentin squinted his eyes and shook his head. "the security camera footage of you from the Unidac auction with a green hood does that pretty well."
"And as i said again,i ran into the stairwell once i heard the shooting and i saw a duffel that i thought maybe belonged to the shooter,i grabbed it looked inside and saw..a hood." Oliver rolled his eyes as he repeated his story again.
"And what you took it home with you?" Quentin's look was mocking as he shook his head. "cause we can't find it,and what about harassing Adam Hunt?that just happened to take place right across the street from your little homecoming bash."
Oliver shook his head the smile still on his face. "Those were coincidence's."
"No." Quentin drawled out the word. "when they pile up like that it becomes evidence."
Before either of them could say anything a police officer opened the door. "his parents are here."
Quentin looked over his shoulder at the door before looking back down at his notepad. "tell em to wait."
"I want to see my son." Moira's voice was loud as she entered the room with Walter following behind her.
"Im in the middle of an interrogation here." Quentin dismissed as he glanced at them.
