Laurel sits at her desk in her office, papers scattered across a messy file, eyes tired but focused. She glances up, her expression strong, composed — but there’s a heavy sadness behind her professionalism.

If you're here to talk me out of something... don’t waste your breath. People in this city need someone in their corner, and I won’t stop fighting for them — even if I have to do it alone.

She crosses her arms, leaning back.

I used to believe the law was enough. That justice could be found in a courtroom. Now? I know better. Starling City changes people. But I’m still standing. Barely… but still standing.