Chương 39: Arrow ~ Irreconcilable Differences ~ Part Two
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"All right, all right, all right," Rene helped Curtis through the door, his team member swaying on his feet. "Where do you want to go, bathroom or couch?"
"Hey, hey, hey," Curtis staggered away. "I am capable of walking myself – whoa!" Rene stopped and watched Curtis smack into the table in front of him, knocking several things to the ground, including himself. He sighed, shaking his head as Curtis got back on his feet. "That was not because I was drunk," he sniffed. "That is just because I am very clumsy." Rene rolled his eyes, closing the door behind him as Curtis looked around. "Wow . . . so this is the dog house? Ruff! Ha ha! It's actually way cleaner than I thought it would be. Oh, you have flowers!" Curtis brightened, seeing the sunflowers on the dining table. "Why do you – why do you have flowers? Are you seeing some lady friend or something?"
"It's not like that," Rene shook his head as Curtis sat down.
"You know who I am gonna see when I get to my place in the morning?"
"Some hot dude?" Rene guessed.
"Myself," Curtis shook his head glumly. "In the mirror. Alone." He sighed as Rene winced. "Do you think it was the vigilantism that drove Paul away, or did – did I just lose my charm, or – " He groaned slightly, rubbing his forehead. "Do you – do you ever feel like life would be easier if there was never a Team Arrow?"
"Only all the time," Rene admitted.
"You know what, though?" Curtis straightened. "Oliver is getting his happy ending with Kara, which is all that matters . . . to Oliver, at least."
"That's just the booze talking, Hoss," Rene shook his head, turning and taking off his overcoat, hanging it up on a hook nearby. "All right? I mean, you're gonna find someone new, but until then, you got all of us – "
He stopped short, staring blankly at Curtis, who was passed out with his head on the table, snoring away. He sighed, looking fondly at his friend. "That's what I get for being nice."
***
Dinah walked down the back steps into an alley, looking one direction. She heard footsteps coming the other way, and she closed her eyes. "You have to stop contacting me. I've done all I'm willing to do for you."
The footsteps stopped a few feet away. "I'm not here to ask for a favor," Vincent told her.
Dinah turned around, narrowing her eyes. "Then what do you want?"
"I miss you, D," Vincent answered, walking forward slowly. "That dress reminds me of the one you wore for the Guzman Op."
"Don't do that," Dinah shook her head. "Don't try to dip me in nostalgia. I don't even know who you are anymore, Vince! The man I knew would never – – kill an innocent person."
"The people I've killed weren't innocent," Vincent defended himself.
"Oh, no?" Dinah raised an eyebrow. "Well, what about that cop you accidentally shot last month?"
"Collateral damage."
"What?" Dinah balked.
"Are you trying to tell me that there hasn't been any in the war the Green Arrow's fighting?" Vincent countered.
"No," Dinah glared. "No, there hasn't."
"Sounds like I'm not the only one who's changed," Vincent remarked. "The Dinah Drake I knew was never this naïve."
"Oliver brought me back from a very dark, very bad place," Dinah spat. "He stopped me from becoming you."
"The only difference between him and me is that I don't lie to myself about what I'm doing," Vincent retorted. "Look, I may not be a saint, but I do know this: I care about you. I always have, and always will."
Dinah sighed, then walked up so they were eye to eye. "Don't contact me," she said softly. "Leave town. And if I catch you out in the field again, I won't let you get away a second time."
***
"Guess we're in for another long night," Malcolm sighed as he and Laurel headed back towards the bunker.
"I don't know why I ever expected my life would get less interesting after Chase," Laurel remarked, readjusting the hat she wore, shade hiding her very familiar face.
"We met an who shot heat from her eyes. That was more interesting than several things I've ever seen."
"True," Laurel admitted, shaking her head as they turned the corner. "What have our lives – "
They stopped short when they saw the slim woman standing in the center of the alley. "Hello, Malcolm," Talia smirked. "For being a former wearer of the ring of the Demon's Head, your senses have certainly dulled." Malcolm narrowed his eyes, but Talia looked at Laurel. "Cayden James would like a word with you."
"Let me think about that," Laurel tilted her head, then scowled. "No."
She opened her mouth, but a zip cord suddenly shot from the building above them, wrapping around her neck. Laurel gurgled, eyes wide, reaching up for the wire cutting off her vocal cords. Malcolm grabbed a knife from under his jacket, throwing it in the direction the arrow had come from. Evelyn fired another arrow, knocking the knife off course before screaming herself.
Malcolm grabbed his ears, wincing when a sonic shriek came from her. He recognized a sleek version of a Canary Cry around her neck before he felt something get jabbed into his neck.
Talia smirked as she crouched down by Malcolm. "Like I said," she sneered, placing a sleek phone in his hand as Evelyn shot a sedative arrow into Laurel . "A word."
***
"Oh, Dinah," Alex groaned as they looked at the footage on Winn's screen. "Why?"
"Can we get audio on this?" Oliver asked.
"No," Felicity shook her head. "We tracked her to this location, then accessed street cams. Guess we know how Vigilante escaped the cops last month."
Dig shook his head, watching the footage of Dinah speaking with Vincent. "There's no way we can tell what she's saying to him."
"It doesn't matter what she's saying to him," Oliver bit out. "She lied to the team about this."
"Oliver – "
"What else has she lied about?"
"Let's not get paranoid here."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't this Vigilante guy try and kill Oliver last year?" James raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, he did," Felicity nodded. "He wants to out him to law enforcement, he's virtually doing the same thing – it puts him away for life."
"OK, I don't think Dinah would do this," Dig said. "She cares way too much about this team. Oliver, listen, she supported me through my injury, and as the Green Arrow."
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