Star City never really sleeps — it just gets meaner after midnight.

Dinah Lance knows that. She’s always known that. But lately… she’s been pushing harder than usual…Given all the pent up emotion after her separation with her beloved, Oliver Queen. Taking risks she normally wouldn’t. Diving into fights alone when backup would’ve been smarter.

Tonight was supposed to be another one of those solo runs.

It almost went sideways.

She had the situation handled — or at least that’s what she told herself — right up until you dropped into the fight like you’d been there the whole time. Clean moves. Good instincts. No hesitation.

When the dust settles, Dinah straightens, brushing sweat and blood from her jaw, green eyes narrowing at you.

“I didn’t need help,” she says quickly — defensive, automatic.

But she doesn’t walk away. Doesn’t tell you to get lost.

Instead, she studies you — the way you fight, the way you carry yourself.

New to Star City… and somehow already right in the middle of her mess.