DC Imagines

Oliver Queen - Promises

You sighed as you handed your boss your latest piece of information on the Green Arrow. You hated doing this, but you had to. You didn't have any other choice.

Your boss looked at you with a look you knew all too well, he wanted you to stay longer, and collect whatever you can to help him in his big plan to get rid of Green Arrow so he can take over Star City.

You started walking back home in a very sour mood. You couldn't wait to get back home and take what little free time you had to relax. You were constantly working doing whatever you could to keep her safe. You tried desperately to keep that out of your mind as you kept walking down the street.

You had reached your apartment as you felt a wave of relief wash over you. This was the one place where he couldn't get to you. This was your place of refuge, and he wouldn't dare enter your home without your permission.

You locked the door behind you and set your purse down on the small table by the door. "Ollie? I'm home," you shouted out to see if your boyfriend was home yet.

You were about to shout again just as Oliver came from your shared bedroom. He walked over to come and give you a hug. "Hey babe, you look distressed, hard day?"

You sighed as you melted into his strong embrace and just nodded into his chest. He never failed to see right through you. That is, when you let him.  Oliver kissed the top of your head and you two just stood there taking in each other's presence.

After five minutes or so Oliver pulled away and you instantly missed the warmth that he gave you. You pouted slightly playfully glaring at Oliver. He chuckled lightly at your expression and pulled you into the bedroom.

You both were laying on the bed cuddling and watching TV. The silence you two sat in was comfortable. There was nothing forced about it. You liked this kind of silence, it was the kind that you wished you had more of. And there you two were sitting in silence, that is until Oliver's phone started to ring.

You knew that there was only one reason someone would call Oliver at this ungodly hour, and you hated it. You knew there was nothing you could do to stop him from leaving. You frowned as you watched Oliver speak on the phone with Diggle. Oliver sighed as he ended the call.

"I'm really sorry but I have to go, we just got a hit on Count Vertigo," he ran a hand through his hair before looking at you with a tired expression. You knew about his nighttime activities and you didn't mind them, you just worried that he would find out about your line of work.

"I'll be back soon," he walked by to give you a quick peck on the lips. You nodded in response and watched him leave. You sighed knowing you would have to call your boss about this.

You pulled out the phone that you only used to make work calls and dialed the number. It rang only once before you heard the gruff voice you hated so much, "What?"

"They know about the drug deal," was all you said before swiftly hanging up the phone. You laid back down on the bed with a sense of all to familiar dread flowing through you.

You hated doing this to Oliver, but you had to. If you didn't he would kill her. You were doing everything in your power to keep it so it doesn't come to that.

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Oliver cursed as he felt a bullet pierce through his skin and watched the gunman run away with his other coworkers. Oliver knew there was no way they could have been this prepared if they didn't know he was coming. There was no possible way that they were warned. Right?

Back at the base Felicity was stitching up Oliver's wound and going over what she found on their hard drives. Oliver wasn't listening he was to busy thinking about how they could have gotten away so easily without being warned by someone. He hadn't told anyone else about the ambush. Nobody else, but you. No. He refused to believe it there was no way you would have betrayed him.

"Oliver? Oliver!" Felicity shouted grabbing his attention. "Yes?" "Were you even listening?" she asked exasperated. "No, not really." He got up and pulled on a shirt. He was about to leave when Diggle pulled him to the side.

"You and I both know that someone told them we were coming." Oliver sighed knowing that he was right, "Yeah," he was going to deeply regret the words that were going to come out of his mouth. "I think it was Y/N," he knew that it was you he just desperately wanted to not believe it.

Dig sighed, "I know you really love this girl but, you have to find some proof that she betrayed you." Oliver knew that Diggle was right. Even though he wished so badly that he wasn't.

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You heard the door open and close and some footsteps shuffling toward the bedroom. He opened the door and you were met with his distressed face. He knows.

"Ollie-" you started. "How long?" he interrupted. You took a deep breath know exactly what he was talking about. "Two weeks," you stated.

"Why?"

"I-I can't tell you."

"Was any of it real?"

That question hit you hard. You knew that you loved Oliver, there was no question about it. But to hear him ask you if your love was real with so much pain in his voice, that hurt. You felt your heart break a little as you answered.

"Every single part was real," a stray tear fell down your check. "I had to do it," you continued, "He is holding my sister hostage. He told me that if I didn't give him information on you every week, he would kill her. But, not once did I ever tell him your real identity. I couldn't do that. I love you too much."

Oliver stood stiffly at the door before stalking towards you. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, threatening to fall over. Then he engulfed you in a hug. Shocked you slowly started to hug back and the tears flowed down your cheeks like rivers.

"You should have told me," he whispered against your hair. You sobbed as you hugged him tighter. You both stood there hugging, the only sound being heard was your quiet sobs.

"We'll get her back Y/N, I promise."
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