[Truth be told, if he'd been the one to train him, she wouldn't have progressed. She would've been another one in a line of women Oliver taught, she'd be in the same category as Helena, and Laurel wants that less than she wants her sister's killer brought to justice. (Killed. She wants him killed. The rage inside her hasn't shifted, not yet, but they're getting there.)
As it is, she's getting ahead just fine on her own, even if her knuckles itch from the inside of the gloves. She's distracted rubbing lotion on them, wondering if she needs to start investing in better concealer to cover them up at work, when the knock on her window makes her jump.
She gets off the couch and is at the window instantly, no attention paid to her arms being bare this time around, scar and black mark in full sight.]
[Oliver brushes past her into her apartment instead of lingering out in the open, since her fire escape is very well lit, good for security but not so much for a vigilante to be sneaking around.]
Uh, no. [Now that he's here, without a reason to be here really, in his leather and hood, he's suddenly a little awkward.]
[She closes the window, her brow furrowed at how him brushing past her brought up a shiver. This is not the time and place to shiver, Laurel, she thinks. But inevitably she ends up thinking about the last time he'd been in her apartment in the middle of the night...
And feels guilt-ridden for it. Because her sister's killer is still out there, and that had been the time she and Tommy could've been together, and she has better things to do than linger on Oliver.]
Why? There's nothing out to get me, surely you've got about a dozen neighbourhoods you should be checking on that are better than this.
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As it is, she's getting ahead just fine on her own, even if her knuckles itch from the inside of the gloves. She's distracted rubbing lotion on them, wondering if she needs to start investing in better concealer to cover them up at work, when the knock on her window makes her jump.
She gets off the couch and is at the window instantly, no attention paid to her arms being bare this time around, scar and black mark in full sight.]
What's wrong? Did you find any new lead?
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Uh, no. [Now that he's here, without a reason to be here really, in his leather and hood, he's suddenly a little awkward.]
I just wanted to check on you.
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And feels guilt-ridden for it. Because her sister's killer is still out there, and that had been the time she and Tommy could've been together, and she has better things to do than linger on Oliver.]
Why? There's nothing out to get me, surely you've got about a dozen neighbourhoods you should be checking on that are better than this.