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

Chapter 5

-Starling City -4 months ago-

There was so much I remembered from that day: how the cold rain poured unforgivingly from the grey sky, or how it participated in the silence from those standing close.

I may have forgotten all of the faces there, but I never forgot exactly how the droplets of water formed on top of her casket.

It should have been me... I should have been the one working that shift. If not for being able to fight, then at least for her daughter. How many times did I need to escape death before it finally caught up to me?

I remember watching from a distance after the ceremony as the workers started shoveling dirt into the void in the ground. The rain didn't bother me so much; I was numb to any feelings at that point. "Whoever it was who murdered you, Ce, I bet he didn't count on who your best friend was." I spoke quietly to the rain.

"When I find him, he will pay slowly and painfully for what he did to you... to your family; I promise."

-End of Flashback-

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Five months later and the only thing I had to show from the night I found out Oliver's secret was a scar on the right side of my body. Four months later and the only thing I had from Cecilia's murder was a name- Lassiter Broadstraum.

I knocked on the door of a closed casino in the Glades in search for Lassiter to ask him a few questions- nothing.. too painful. When I knock, however, the door is already cracked open. I cautiously walked in, placing one hand on my gun.

I never appreciated guns, but I had no excuse for carrying anything else without drawing attention to my past life.

"Mr. Broadstraum? I just want to talk..."

A phone buzzed on the bar counter and attracted me to investigate. I picked it up and see Unknown Caller written across it. Just as I was about to answer it, there was a click behind my head. "Get your hands where I can see them." The man's voice growled.

"Lassiter?" You asked cautiously. I put my hands in the air slowly to avoid a quick bullet in the head; I knew I could disarm him if needed. "I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth." He responded.

"I don't want to hurt you, I want to ask you a few questions." You explained. Slowly, I turned around to face him, hands still in the air.

I took note of every detail on his face- his half missing eyebrow, his hair darker than the night, and his skin wrinkled with age. Most importantly, I could see a glimpse of fear in his eyes, which was the only sign I needed.

In an instant, I swung my hand down to hit the gun out of his hand, which was surprisingly easier than I anticipated. This man was no trained criminal; he had no right to shoot anyone.

Lassiter fought back, but I put up a better fight and now I had him on the ground, "How do you know Cecilia Foster!?" I shouted, pointing my gun at him. Another reason to hate guns... they have no leverage to persuade the truth.

"You won't shoot me..." He said through a fit of laughter, "I can tell." I tightened my grip on the handle, "Are you serious? Who has the gun?"

His grin grew wide, "They do."

A short pang of fear ripped into my stomach when I turned to see multiple men all holding guns much larger than mine at me. The distraction was enough for Lassiter to overpower and disarm me, switching from being the pinned to the pinner.

The gun cocked, which made me squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation for the inevitable. Just then, I heard the zooming of an arrow knock the gun from Lassiter's hands. Then, a restraint arrow pinned Lassiter to a nearby box with wires wrapped around him.

Oli! ...Oh, shit- Oliver.

"Go! Now!" Oliver demanded in his electronic voice. I ran towards the nearest cover I could find, which is behind a slot machine.

I had the privilege of watching Oliver kick ass as usual, but then he came over and pulled me up by my wrist. "What EXACTLY do you think you're doing, Y/N?!" He shouted. Yep, I knew he was pissed.

"I didn't think he would have a gun, let alone backup." I explained. "Really? The man suspected in the murder of your friend wouldn't carry a gun!? Do you realize how stupid that sounds?"

"Hey, calm down!" I demanded. I saw his lips press angrily into a fine line; he squeezed my wrist tighter before having to let go to get a hold on himself. "Oliver, why are you-" I didn't even finish what I was saying. Instead, I watched Oliver pace back and forth while he rubbed his head underneath his hood out of frustration.

"Hey..." I said in a calmer tone while I reached for his arm. Oliver stopped and took off his hood to look at me through his mask; the mask made it harder to see what was going on in that mind of his.

I heard a feint voice speaking through his earpiece just a moment before he ripped it out and slammed it to the concrete floor with enough force that it broke. "What if it were Slade Wilson? Hmm?" He asked as he stepped closer to me.

"But it wasn't, at best he was in the mafia or something." I responded.

"You're missing the point. Slade could have- he would have killed you given another chance. He is willing to take those that matter the most away from me.... I care about you, Y/N. Maybe a little too much. Why can't you understand that?"

I hadn't noticed, but at some point his face ended up within inches of mine. There was a long pause before I nodded to avoid conflict, although I never quite understood Oliver Queen.

To my surprise, Oliver gripped the back of my head with one hand and held my lower back against him with the other as he pulled me in and slammed his lips desperately onto mine. Giving in to the kiss was easy- natural.

I had no space to argue or ask questions. Honestly, I was afraid to bring his attention to what he was doing in hopes that it would continue.

I lost track after the fourth kiss or so from being too focused on how his gloves tried to explore how close his body could get to mine. I finally allowed my hands to lift from my side and I wrapped them around his neck. I leaned into the kisses more until my entire body was involved in the kisses and was tingling.

Oliver pulled away to catch his breath, leaving me panting silently to do the same. "Go home, Y/N."

Wait, what?

Oliver threw his hood back on and disappeared from the casino.

What... The hell... Was that?