Legends of Tomorrow Imagines

09| Sara

*Contains Spoilers for Latest Arrow Episode*

Imagine you're a part of Team Arrow. You've just discovered Laurel's death and are drunk in a bar. When you get in too deep, Sara Lance pulls you out and offers you a deal you can't refuse.

Y/N sat at the bar, staring into the bottom of the golden liquid in her square shaped glass, feeling the tears in her eyes on the brink of falling.

Laurel was dead.

Damien Darhk killed her, murdered her right in front of Y/N. To make a point. To show them that he would always win. And so Y/N lost her best friend, her close friend whom she'd fought alongside not just to save Star City from the void it was spiralling into.

Ever since Sara had died things had been different, but Y/N had stayed in Star City and grown a close and unbreakable bond with "Team Arrow", as dubbed by both Cisco and Felicity. Yes Sara had come back, but she had been whisked off on some time travelling adventure with a "Time Master" to save the world from Vandal Savage, someone Y/N thought she'd killed along with the others.

Laurel had never got to say goodbye to Sara, and Y/N felt selfish not trying to find her, instead drowning her own sorrows and sadness in a drink in which she had no problem getting drunk on.

Sighing, Y/N threw down some money onto the counter and pushed her stood back, standing up from the bar and wobbling slightly on her own two feet.

Stumbling slightly as her brain went fuzzy and her vision blurry, Y/N slowly tripped her way to the door of the bar, tumbling out into the dark and damp alleyway outside, moving at such speed that she only stopped when she hit the cold brick wall adjacent to the door.

Her breath going up in fog, Y/N finally screamed, letting out a broken and heart wrenching scream that was full of pain and sorrow and mourning. One which Y/N was sure the Flash in Central City could hear, one which told everyone Laurel Lance was gone. Maybe it was loud enough for Sara to hear in her TARDIS.

Y/N sobbed, a broken sob, which drew the attention of a group of drunks a while down the alley, crooked smiles spreading over their faces as they saw the drunken, wasted woman leaning on the wall.

They made their way over, cruel intentions written all over their faces in ugly scrawl. Y/N growled, although a small relief clawed at her chest as she saw an opportunity to fight; even if it was maliciously and wrongly. Besides-

There was no Laurel Lance here to stop her this time.

"Hey pretty girl," one man smirked.

"I'd piss off unless you want that smirk of yours bashed in," Y/N growled.

"Sass, not so pretty on a face like yours," another commented.

"Unless you want the next thing to come out of your mouth to be your teeth..." Y/N stood up sharply, making the men move backwards slightly, "I'd stop talking."

But the quartet moved forwards, twisted smiles on their faces as they stalked towards her, their feet only a little clumsy.

Y/N pulled her fist back and punched the first one in the face, leaving him lying on the floor clutching his nose; the next she kicked in the stomach before following up with a roundhouse kick to the side.