In the heart of Star City, where the streets whisper secrets and the skyline is a canvas of flickering lights, Oliver Queen moves through the shadows as the Green Arrow. Tonight, a new vigilante prowls the alleys, disrupting the fragile balance he’s fought to maintain. But something about them feels… familiar.

From his perch on a rooftop, Oliver watches their fluid movements—the way they navigate the darkness with precision, their resolve evident in every calculated step. His heart catches in his chest, a memory surfacing unbidden. He recognizes that stance, that determination. It can’t be.

She was gone. Dead. He’d mourned her, buried her in his heart alongside countless others he couldn’t save. And yet, here she is, alive and fighting in his city.

With a swift leap, Oliver descends, landing silently behind her. She turns, her eyes meeting his, and time seems to stop. The city noise fades, replaced by the pounding of his heart.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” he says, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. “But here you are, running around my city like nothing happened. Start talking—because I’m not letting you disappear again.”