What if Hunter Zolomon had a son? What if that son was torn between the lines of good and evil?
William Grant Zolomon for as long as he has remembered has been known as one thing: The Son Of Zoom.
As William grew up, visions of his late father plagu...
William sat in his dimly lit apartment, nursing a bottle of whiskey as he stared into the flickering remains of the firewood. The flames had nearly consumed the logs, leaving behind glowing embers that cast a ghostly light across the room
Despite being a speedster, and immune to the intoxicating effects of alcohol due to his accelerated metabolism, the whiskey still offered him a semblance of normalcy; It was the ritual, the burn of the liquid, the illusion of escape that he craved
Taking another sip, his thoughts inevitably drifted to Nora. She had been relentless in her pursuit, convinced that he was the villain hiding in the shadows, ready to strike. But all he truly desired was peace, a chance to exist without the weight of his past hanging over him
His father's voice sliced through his thoughts like a blade
Hunter: You sit there, trying to escape your own reality, yet you never can.
William's grip tightened around the bottle as his jaw clenched in frustration
"Leave me alone."
Hunter: Doesn't it get old? Trying to get rid of me, William? After all, I am your father.
A bitter chuckle escaped William's lips. The man his father had been was nothing like the father he had needed. Nights were spent in restless contemplation, wondering if there was a version of normalcy he could ever achieve, if such a thing even existed for him
A knock at the door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. He downed the last of the whiskey, the bottle making a dull thud as he tossed it into the trash as he stands up and he walked to the door, bracing himself for whoever was on the other side
Upon opening he sighed in recognition as he knew who it was
"Might as well come in, Mia."
Mia Queen, the daughter of Oliver Queen, stood before him. A legend in her own right, she was one of the few who saw beyond his tarnished reputation; To William, she was more than an ally; she was a friend who refused to see him as a villain
They had shared a deep friendship, one that had never crossed the line into something more. Perhaps it was fear, or maybe an unspoken agreement to keep things simple in a life already fraught with complications
Mia stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room before settling on William with a mix of concern and determination
Mia: You look like hell, William.
He managed a half-smile, the weariness evident in his eyes
"Thanks for the compliment."
She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe
Mia: Nora's not going to stop, you know. She's convinced you're the bad guy in this story.
William ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his movements
"I know. But I don't know how to make her see the truth. Every time I try, it's like I'm talking to a brick wall."
Mia's expression softened slightly
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