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“Woman found after being missing for five years.” The news reporter announces.
“Tommy, turn that up, would you?” Oliver Queen asks his best friend, Tommy Merlyn.
“What?” Tommy muffles a fake gasp, “I thought you were the computer genius?” He asks.
Oliver glares at him in response. Ever since Oliver got arrested the year before for hacking into Starling National Bank, Tommy took any change he could get to mention it. The only reason Oliver got released was because his ex-girfriend Laurel Lance took the fall for him. Tommy had been resentful of Oliver ever since then. Truth is, Tommy was also in love with Laurel, but had too much respect for his friendship with Oliver to pursue it.
“Hahaha, You’re so funny.” Oliver grunts. “But smart guy, that’s a TV. Now would you turn the damn thing up?”
“Fine.” Tommy picks up the remote and turns the volume up to 8.
“Felicity Smoak, Daughter of millionaires Damian Darhk and Donna Smoak, returns home after five years missing. She was presumed to be dead after her father’s boat, “Darhk Gambit” was found at the bottom of the northern China sea.“
Seeing archive footage of the petite blonde, attired in a short pink pencil skirt, Tommy lets out a high pitched whistle.
“Tommy!” Oliver exclaims. “That’s my bosses kid!” It was true. After the supposed death of her daughter and ex-husband, Miss. Smoak, took over the company that Oliver worked for, “Smoak Inc.” (Previously known as “Darhk Enterprises”)
“What’s your problem? It’s not like she can hear you. Besides look at her, she wasn’t- isn’t,” Tommy corrects himself, “Exactly the most put together person in the world.” Tommy says pointing at the screen.
“Miss. Smoak was known for her numerous escapades with the law, most noticeable her verbal attack on a member of the media.“ Censored clips of the blonde swearing towards a tall man with a microphone are shown on the monitor.
“That was a long time ago Tommy!” Oliver explains, “I doubt she is still like that!“
“Oh come on man, don’t tell me have the hots for this chick!”
- Starling General Hospital -
“Mrs. Smoak-” “That’s Miss. Smoak.” Donna corrects.
“Right; Miss. Smoak,” The doctor corrects himself, “I am afraid I must warn you. It is incredibly unlikely that your daughter will return to the way she was before the-” He pauses, “Incident. 20% of her body is covered in scars. As of now, she has yet to say a word to any of our Psychologists.”
“C-Can I see her?” Donna asks, voice barely a whisper.
“Of course mam.” The doctor reaches forward, turning the handle and opening the door.
Slowly, Donna walks in. She stands there, her back turned to the wall. Through her tank top she sees several scars, and a tattoo of a dragon that Donna is certain was not there five years ago.
“Honey? I-it’s me, mom.”
Felicity turns around, even through the small smile that spreads upon her face, anyone could see the darkness that shined through.
“Hi mommy.” She responds with tears in her eyes.
“Oh my baby girl, my precious baby girl.” Donna engulfs her daughter in a hug, as tears stream down her face.
“I missed you, baby.”
“I missed you too, momma.”