Would You Love Me Less? > Arrow / Flash x Reader

Chapter 2

-Russia- 6 years ago-

I remember I was in a bar; it was far from quiet- not too many bars in Russia ever were. I was sitting at a table with a woman named Vitka, a man named Echo, anther woman named Nyssa, and her father named Ra's.

Vitka was always my favorite, maybe because she was my trainer. She taught me to fight, to survive, and how to turn off my emotions; she turned me into something else.

Vitka and her lover, Echo, were the two who saved me from a situation I found myself in- the wrong place and wrong time, to put it in simple terms.

Vitka took me to Ra's Al Ghul, who offered me a lifetime of loyal allies and strong training to protect myself from those horrible mafia members ever again. Who was I to pass up an opportunity like that? I was tired of being someone who always needed to be saved.

But I won't go into the details about them... yet...

I hadn't sat much with Nyssa or her father. After all, Ra's Al Ghul was the leader of my... organization.

The times I did share with Nyssa were some of my favorites since we would always have mock fights; she taught me a lot of techniques that were different than Vitka's, which is why my style of fighting eventually became so unique.

Oh, organization? It's just the word I gave the League of Assassins to make myself feel less of a shit-show when I talked myself into the slivers of sleep I could manage after moving to Central City.

The good thing about moving to Central instead of Starling was I didn't have connections to my old self asking where I had disappeared for 6 years.

But back to the bar story now, please...

I found myself swirling the single ice cube in my glass impatiently. "Careful, Y/N, you will attract attention." Vitka quietly warned.

I reminded my body to stay calm, which is something I struggled with at the time. I don't know, I was always so eager waiting for the next event to occur. Passing time was never my strong suit, it still shows through occasionally if I'm being blunt.

The front entry bell caught my attention, welcoming a bald man with a scar down the back of his head into the bar. My muscles tensed up- that had to be the guy, right?

Bad guys always had face scars.

He was my training target- someone low profile enough that the League could afford to let him get away and still be able to track and take down.

The directions were simple- find a suspect, interrogate the suspect, determine if the suspect is the target.

The rules were these: no killing, no help.

I slowly got up from my seat and innocently asked the bartender for another round, conveniently finding myself beside the newcomer.

As expected, I remember grabbing his attention faster than I could say 'on the rocks.'

A new record, for sure.

"Well hello, miss." His voice was thick with a Russian accent, not that that gave anything away from the description Vitka supplied to me. I offered an endearing smile to the Russian, pushing my shoulder slightly forward to allow my H/L H/C hair roll gracefully behind me.

Hmm, I kind of miss that H/C hair... It was something I did to somehow tell myself I had become something new than who I used to be. Shortly after moving to Central City, I colored it back to the H/C that matched well with my S/C skin.

"What is your name?"

I decided to use my usual cover name, "Tatyana... but you can call me Tati."