I'm Not A Hero, I'm A Hunter

Maybe this partnership could work out for both of them. “Well how about this? We can do some press release about QI and HI merging together for a project for wounded veterans. It’ll give the government a reason to want to back you up on funding and if you actually help some vets along the way, that’ll be a nice notch in your belt.” He picked up the thumb from the ground, holding it in a way that made it seem like Oliver was giving Justin a thumbs up.

Damian jumped a bit at the sound of Olivers voice, then let out a sigh. Maybe he should just skip the day and sleep through it, especially if someone speaking startled him. Letting his shoulders droop a bit, he glared back at the other student. 

She snapped in his direction, glaring and wanting to say something viscous but nothing was coming to her mind. “Yeah I’m sure.” She said smoothly before her sister opened the door. A soft smile rested on her sister’s face, as she embraced Harley in a hug.

Ollie could tell from the moment Sherri looked at him that Harley’d already told her all about him. Great. He gave her a small smile, but she obviously wasn’t too focused on him. He followed the Quinzels down the hall feeling his heart beat faster with every step. He took extra care to make as little noise as possible.

“Hey there! Um, see the arm that looks like something from terminator? Can you pass it to me please? I kinda dropped it carrying stuff to the lab”

Oliver picked up the arm and handed it to Justin. “Is this thing part of that prosthetic limb project you were telling me about?”

Sleep deprived || open

Oliver had just walked out of his dorm room, about to head to class for the day when he saw the young man ambling down the halls. He yawned deeply and in turn, that made the archer yawn. He hated how contagious those damn things were. He was going to leave the boy to his business when he heard him speak.

It was peaceful at night, quite possibly one of Claw’s favourite hours to be wandering the halls of the Academy. Not that he wouldn’t have preferred to be back in the comfort of his own home, which he would have delighted in. However much to his dismay the professor found himself forgetting tomorrow’s class planner in his common classroom. 

Ollie nearly fell out of the seat when he heard a voice. A groan escaped his throat when he saw that it was none other than Claw standing in the doorway, no doubt upset that the billionaire had helped himself to his classroom. Still, Oliver didn’t bother to take his feet off the desk as his eyes went back to the book in his lap. 

“Yeah, that’ll happen for the first few weeks, but you’ll get the hang of it. Where were you trying to go?” When Evan told him, he started in the direction. “So where are you from, Evan?” Oliver asked, trying to make small talk.

I hit a wall going 400 mph! Seriously, who peed in your rice krispies? Barry raised his brows in disbelief as this guy he literally just met tried to lecture him about how he’d never gone through pain like him. He had no clue what this guy was going through, it sounded like a lot was piling up on him but at the same time, it was too heavy for a first conversation. The brunette started to clean his wound, ignoring the hand the guy held out for him. Barry. He muttered, trying not to let his emotions take over so he wouldn’t yell at Oliver for lecturing him for not being hurt enough.

Oliver retracted his hand with a huff as he looked away from Barry. So he was fast, big whoop. Still, Ollie didn’t just like coming off as a douche the way he did. Too bad the man was too stubborn to apologize, so he instead changed subject. “Look.. I need to blow off steam, and I’m willing to bet you still wanna get a run in. I think I’ve got an idea if you’re up for it. Promise there’s no walls for you to run into.”

“Oh really?” She raised her brow curiously, “What else did you have in mind then?” Don’t worry I think they’ll be plenty O rum fer everyone.” She laughed, “Yer lucky I like you I’m usually captain of the ship.” She chimed with a wink. “But I can let it slide this time. Because also ships are a hassle I’m good without.”

He smirked when she asked. “Well I was kinda torn between Johnny Cage and Sterling Archer. But then again, the idea of maybe being Green Arrow crossed once or twice too.” He chuckled. “I feel the rum may have been me sellin’ point on the pirate costume though. That and gettin’ ta talk like this,” Ollie bellowed in a gruff pirate voice. “The best part is, with no ship, we don’t have to worry too much about who the Captain is. And take it from me, I’ll say with experience that boats suck.”

“In order to be considered my enemy, you would first have to be even worthy of my attention,” she scoffed, “I hope nothing but for a artless, slow, death by disease for those like you.”

“Um.. Thanks, I think? I really don’t know how to take that.” Her words caused a satisfied grin to spread over his features and teeth peeked out from under his mustache. “Shiva, is that your way of saying you want to have cake with me? I don’t care if it is or not, we’re going to get cake, my treat.”

“Nice to meetcha’.” Ev offered respectfully with a nod before raising a brow as she watched him return with the liqueur. Oh, this guy was a dream come true. New guy or not. “No, no, no, that isn’t a might. It’s a must.”

Oliver nodded along as she detailed her ultimatum. “Am I allowed to ask what for, or is that one of those ‘tell ya when I know you better’ kinda stories?” He’d had more than his fair share of the latter, so he wouldn’t be upset if she’d chosen to keep quiet. The man would be lying if he said he didn’t want to know more about her, though, and he was curious how much she’d reveal.

“So I’m guessing you’re new here at Novus, Evan?”