"I left Starling to stop being a vigilante."
"Then don't be a vigilante, be a hero."
Olivia Theresa Wells.
Former member of the League of Assassins.
Current member of Team Arrow.
Codename: The Nightingale.
After two years working with the Arrow...
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—REWRITTEN—
Me and Steve are sitting at the table with a glass of champagne in both of our hands talking. "Wow," He exclaims. "I've missed a lot."
"Yeah," I say. "It's been a weird year." I set down my glass and look at Steve. I bite my lip, not knowing if I should ask the question I want to. I sigh and decide to ask, "What really happened? How are you still alive?"
"I-" He sighs. "I don't really remember what happened. All I remember is that one day, I woke up, and the place you shot me, it was completely healed. I did help the League for a year to pay off my debt to them. Then they threw me in a cell and tortured me, so I could tell them where my parents were. I didn't say this in front of everyone else, because I don't want to worry you but-"
"Mom and Dad are dead. They died on my watch and the League won't believe me. They think I helped them escape. And they tortured me until I told them where they went. I couldn't. I told them I was telling the truth but-" He looks down at his plate and then back up at me. "I waited for that safe to open, for so long and... When that safe finally opened and somebody found me...I wanted it to be you."
I look down at my plate. "I knew that it wasn't. I mean, to you, I was killed when you fired the arrow at me. You didn't know. You couldn't have known," He finishes. He gives me a small smile. "But, I'm back now and that's all that matters," He says as he grabs my hand from across the table and intertwines our fingers.
"I'm glad you're back," I tell Steve with a smile. "Life has been miserable without you."
"Really?" He says, tilting his head to the side. "You seemed pretty happy with that team, you've got there... Speaking of which, where's Ron?"
"Um- Ronnie died the night of the particle accelerator explosion. He died saving everyone else. And after that, he um- he became a meta human, but he doesn't really want any of us to contact him," I tell him.
"He was a hero," He says with a sad smile. "Wish I could've seen him again, though." He says looking down. "Anyways, tell me about this new team."
I smile. "It's a lot. But we've known each other for so long, that it's home. We work well together, we always will."
"What about Barry?" He asks, an emotion passing through his eyes, I couldn't quite understand.
"Barry's had a rough life, but he wants to help people. He has the abilities and wants to use 'em. I actually, had stopped vigilantism when I moved to Central City. Barry, was the one who convinced me to start over, and use my new powers to help Central City," I say. "Without him, there would be no Revival."
