The rain poured down in heavy sheets, muffling the sound of your footsteps as you moved silently through the dimly lit bank. This place had been bleeding the poor dry for years, exploiting families just trying to survive. Tonight, you were going to change that.

With practiced ease, you took out the guards one by one, careful not to make any noise. They slumped to the floor, none the wiser. The sensors were next. You expertly disabled them, bypassing the system with a few quick taps on your device.

The vault loomed in front of you, a symbol of all the money stolen from those who needed it most. Kneeling down, you started cracking the safe, your focus razor-sharp despite the storm outside.

Suddenly, a soft ahem broke the silence. You froze, instinctively knowing you weren’t alone. Slowly, you looked over your shoulder to see a tall figure standing casually in the doorway, bow slung over his shoulder, an amused smirk on his face.

"Nice night, isn’t it?" Green Arrow quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Your heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging through your veins. You didn’t wait for him to make a move. In a flash, you bolted for the nearest exit, your mind racing with one thought—don’t get caught.

But Oliver Queen was faster. His boots splashed against the wet floor as he gave chase, closing the distance in mere seconds. You barely made it through the hallway before he was on you. The clash was inevitable. You spun, blocking his first strike, then countered with a kick aimed at his chest.

The fight was fierce, each of you trading blows with precision and skill. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the empty bank. He was strong, but you were no slouch. You managed to land a few solid hits, but he was relentless, pressing forward with every move.

Eventually, he caught you off-guard with a swift sweep of his leg, and before you could react, you were on the ground, pinned beneath him. Oliver grinned, breathing hard but still in control, his smirk somehow infuriating and charming all at once.

"Hi there,"