3 years later
Your thin silver heels clicked along the dampened pavement, the irritating noise echoing off the walls of the vacant alley.
"Oliver, I really hate your idea of undercover," you whispered into the head set you were wearing, before roughly tugging down the short velvet dress.
"Don't worry, Y/N, you're not the only one." Felicity chuckled into your ear as you marched forward almost reaching the end of the alley.
"Diggle, cover the back exits of the alley. Speedy, get the front exits." Oliver instructed from above. "Y/N, just keep doing your thing, you look great, by the way."
"I always look great, hun." You rolled you eyes at his last comment but continued to walk down the smelly alley waiting for your target to show himself.
"Why don't I get a code name?" You thought aloud.
"It hasn't come up yet." Oliver replied and just as he did someone else spoke.
From right behind you, whirled around, tempted to draw your bow, but remembering you were unarmed and undercover.
"Erm, who are you?" You asked, playing dumb and putting your hands on your hips as you've seen Thea do one too many times.
"Don't worry about that my dear." The cloak bearing drug lord, approached you slowly. Taking out a briefcase and holding it in front of him, tauntingly, he continued on and recited the question that would required the password you memorised the night before. "Nice weather tonight isn't it?"
"Yeah, but I always carry an umbrella."
The man smiled, his teeth on full display as he carefully opened the briefcase and revealed little plastic bags fulled of drugs.
"Erm, Arrow we've got a bit of a situation on my end!" Diggle grunted into the intercom, obviously taking down some men.
You cringed at the loud sound of gunshots, knowing your cover was blown.
The dealer retrieved a few drugs from his case and grabbed a syringe from his pocket aiming the needle for your neck but you effectively dodged, punching him once in the face before retaliating by kneeing you in the face, trying again with the syringe. You groaned, but weakly attempted to dodge, the tip of the syringe going through your neck.
He grabbed his metal briefcase and brought it down hard on your head. You growled, the drug he injected you with coursing through your veins and making your vision blurry. You tackled him to the ground, punching numerous numerous times until his blood was spilling mercilessly down his face.
Once.
Twice.
You were losing yourself.
Three times.
Four times.
"Y/N! Stop!"
You continued punching him the vile man, the memory of your pact with Oliver completely forgotten. All you saw was red.
Oliver wrestled you off the man and your vision returned to normal, you panted heavily and shook Oliver off you and wordlessly ran over to your motorcycle and rode away, tossing your earpiece out in the road.
~
"Y/N, what was that back there?!" Oliver yelled as he tossed his bow to the side.
Your eyes were slightly closed and you were still dizzy from whatever The Count injected you with, but it wasn't vertigo.
"Hmrph," you mumbled in reply, not feeling like dealing with his bullshit as you massaged your temple in a vain attempt to calm your throbbing headache.
"You promised me, Y/N. When we first started this you promised m-"
This caught your attention and your eyes snapped open. "I know what the hell I promised you, Ollie! I remember exactly why I promised you! I was there, okay?!"
Your head swirled at the sudden movement, leading you to lean against the wall the regain your balance.
He rolled his eyes at you, but didn't back down, standing in front of you with his shoulders squaring off against yours, like he did in the beginning when you were having a rough time. He tested your dominance, hit you to see if you'd hit back, tested your limits, and allowed you to overpower him to see when you'd stop. And he was doing it now.
He shoved your shoulder backwards and you stumbled slightly. Anger flickered in your eyes momentarily, but you didn't hit back. He shoved you once again, this time swinging for your head. You gracefully blocked, but backed away knowing that if you did hit back you wouldn't be able to stop, and you'd hurt your friend.
He shoved you again.
"Oliver, stop," Felicity sighed from her computer, she and John had glanced back to the two of you warily. With all the fighting the two of had been doing lately this brawl wasn't much of a surprise to them.
He shoved you again.
You growled lowly, an animalistic fury in your eyes, one you'd never had before.
This time Diggle and Thea spoke up, "Stop it, Oliver."
Once again he ignored them and shoved you even harder.
Without out warning you lunge forward to tackle Oliver to the ground, but he side steps, and you fall to the floor. You're quick to get up and turn around and swing on Oliver, but he grabs your arm and twists it behind your back.
You easily break free of his hold and fake a right hook before swinging down with your left, successfully punching him in the face.
Felicity gasped as she realised what was happening, "That drug dealer injected her with Cocaine, in its solid form. Its going to clot up in her veins. Its why she's being so aggresive!"
"And how exactly did you figure that out?" Thea marvelled, her eyes widened as she jogged over to Oliver to stop the fight.
"I may or may not have swiped some blood from off her suit and tested it."
Thea threw herself between the two of you, blocking your hits and struggling to pin you to the ground.
"Diggle...help." Thea grunted, and John ran over and held your arms down while Thea held your feet.
Your body still convulsed with anger and Oliver swiped some blood from his eyebrow before walking over to Felicity.
"How can we get the cocaine out of her system?" Oliver asked, leaning against a nearby counter.
"Normally, I would suggest pumping her stomach but its in her veins... maybe you could..." Felicity trailed off and began typing on her computer, her eyes dancing across the screen and her fingers flying across the keyboard.
John and Thea secured you to a nearby table and curiously walked over to Felicity. John, Oliver and Thea gathered around watching her work.
All of a sudden she stopped typing and stood, rushing over to one of the many medical cabinets the Arrow underground headquarters maintained.
"Here!' She re-emerged from the cabinet and turned around holding a clear colored syringe attached to a pint. "Anybody know her blood type?"
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