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OLIVER QUEEN ducked behind the wall of an old abandoned building. His team had picked up an unknown force in the city. Totally off the scale of Starling City, it had to be a runaway from Central. When Barry came to talk to him about his identity and powers, Barry had also warned that some may leak into his city. So he better be prepared.

Oliver plucked an arrow from his quiver and notched it to his bow, it was one of his many specialty arrows, designed to do certain things. He let the arrow fly all the way up to the top of the building, stopping only an arm's reach away, then he felt the pressure of the string attached to said arrow as he also scaled to the top of the building.

Quietly and stealthily, Oliver reached up a hand, the hand free from his bow, and hoisted himself up to the flat roof of the tall deserted warehouse. He squinted his eyes to make out a silhouette, facing itself towards the lights of the buzzing night city. Oliver notched another arrow and let it fly, hitting the target directly in the back, making the victim fall directly onto his knees.

"Ow!", the target yelled. Male voice. But unlike other villains and murderers that Oliver had faced, this one had a tone of distress and desperation in his voice. One that Oliver recognized. The voice that is, not the desperation.

"Barry?" Oliver questioned as he walked towards the kneeling man.

Barry turned around, he was wearing his own clothes, "Yeah!" He yelled in pain and in exasperation, "Who else did you think it would be?"

Oliver scoffed and ripped off his mask and hood, "Oh, I don't know, maybe someone committing a crime," He replied sarcastically.

Barry gritted his teeth and gripped the arrow in his back, pulling it out with a bite of pain. Good thing Barry didn't have super strength, cause then there would have been a good chance his teeth would have chipped.

"Well excuse me if you didn't realize what building this was," Barry informed, waiting for Oliver to reply.

Oliver looked at Barry, not impressed, "And what building would this be?" He asked.

Barry stood there speechless for a few seconds, "Wha- you don't know? It's our building," Oliver looked at Barry confused like he was waiting for a better explanation.

Barry stuttered, surprised and a little hurt, "Our building? The one you told me to wear a mask on? You forgot!" Barry whined.

Oliver rolled his eyes and grabbed the arrow back from Barry, then proceeding to pluck out a small piece of fabric from inside his quiver and wiping the blood off the arrow.

Oliver looked at Barry expectantly, "Barry, you honestly expect me to remember the exact building we met on months ago?"

Barry stripped out of his small jacket and looked at the ripped hole in the back of it then looking to Oliver, "Yes!"

Oliver rolled his eyes again, "All right, whatever. What did you need?"

"Remember when you said, anything I needed, you would do?" Barry asked.

Oliver facepalmed, "No, cause I didn't say that, Barry,"

Barry waved his response off, "Well anyways, I need a favor, and it's important too!"

The unhooded man sighed, "Well?"

"It's about a girl-" Barry started only to be interrupted by a groan from Oliver.

Oliver put rubbed his temples, "Barry, didn't I say we don't get the girl?" He reminded.

Barry, once again, waved his response away, "No, not like that, yet." His eyes widened at his accidental misstep. "I mean! Meant! Not like that period. Like the end of the sentence. Just cut that yet out of there,"