john was your brother, you two were close, he was the typical overprotective brother and you were the outgoing, carefree little sister. You did get attention from guys but you never payed attention to it since it didn’t bother you, to you it was just lonely men trying to get a quickie.

one night, you were at verdant, johns bestfriend— Oliver queens club. You were having a good time, you were drinking, but not alot. An older man, maybe around his 40s approached you and let out a low whistle, John was standing close and his eyes narrowed at the man.

older man: wow, you are something else.. we didn’t have anything like this back then. he said chuckling and his eyes roamed your body, you were uncomfortable and went too stay something but John stepped infront of you, he towered over the man

John: what’d you say? his right hand gripped his holster ready too pull the gun in it if he needed to. he held contact with the man, you looked between them staying behind John.