DETECTIVE SAWYER.

“to be fair, i did say that you’d have more of a challenge playing against ruby, but i like to think i gave it my all and wasn’t completely terrible?”

“there’s no better time than the present,” jason smirked, though it became a pout as soon as his phone was stolen by the detective. “can’t a guy just take a picture with his maggie-waggie without being accused of attention seeking? i’m offended.”

“sorry doll, i’m too busy tryin’ to heal my kicked ass to respond to that.”

“awww! --------- do you need a tissue? your teddy bear? how about a hug?”

“maybe, but i only have three left,” riley replied with a shrug. “and it’s my turn.” lining up her shot she easily sunk one of the balls, and then another before looking up at the other woman with a small smirk.

“yeah, yeah...” she chided, embellishing with a dismissive wave of the hand. “less talk, more play.” a ball is sunken, and she rolls her eyes in annoyance. “oh, you. quit it. or, trust me, i’ll wipe that smile off your face.”

“i can assure you, i picked up a bow years before my husband did.” nyssa replied taking a step closer to the detective. “your gun will not help you, therefore i will suggest you keep it where it is.” it seemed like they were alone, but she had a few assassins hiding nearby who would shoot the gun out of the other woman’s hand before she could aim it properly.

“excuse me? you’re married to the green arrow?” she begins, lifting a brow in confusion, unsure how to take the recently-acquired information. the woman’s next words, however, brews the fury within her. “are you threatening an officer of the law?”

“you haven’t won yet.” riley pointed out taking a sip of her drink, “and you’re not going to either.”

“that looks pretty won to me,” she retorts, gesturing at the pool table. she only needed to sink one last ball, after all. “come on, don’t be a sore loser now.”

“now say cheese,” jason made a goofy face as he took a selfie with the person who had unfortunately just sat down beside him. “i’m going to send that one to my mother – oh wait, she’s dead. i’ll just send it to ol’ brucey instead.”

“you can repeat it all you want, shout it from the rooftops into the air if you wish, but you won’t ever change my mind. there’s no such thing as favorite ice cream flavor, not really. not when there are so many and they’re all fantastic. it’s a matter of deciding whether you like ice cream or you don’t. if you tell me there’s a flavor you don’t like, then it means you don’t like ice cream.” a giggle bubbled from her lips as she continued enjoying her cone.

“come on, little danvers. there’s no way that’s true. you can like most of them, but there’s got to be one you hate. i’m a mint chocolate chip girl, and i love ice cream, but there are some flavors that seem more like kitchen accidents,” she argues, a grin embellishing her words, and takes the mint chocolate chip cone the waiter gives her. “have you tried the eggnog one? it’s terrible. i mean, eggnog is questionable as it is. as ice cream? it’s inexcusable.”

“well, well... long time no see. we could say, the last time things were a little unpleasant.”

“yeah well, maybe i’m letting you win. ever consider that, sawyer? you know, because i’m not winn.”

“oh, come on. i know you are a sore loser, but i didn’t expect you to give me the ‘i’m letting you win’ talk.”

her head still hurt, and the notion of using her slight injury as an excuse to remain in dick’s bed all day was a tempting one – but reality was that they both had lives to tend to. after a shower and the better part of an hour spent attempting to convince her father that she was okay, despite half the city seeming to blow up, barbara realized one person she hadn’t heard from yet. maggie was someone she’d always tried to keep in touch with over the years, ensuring that the other woman was doing well despite knowing she could fully take care of herself, she still cared. after grabbing two coffees and sandwiches, the redhead was at her door, knuckles rapping at wood. “hey mags, knock knock – let’s be happy i’m using your door like a normal civilized person! and i brought food!”

the explosions and person behind such crimes should’ve been in her mind. yet, alex danvers occupied her mind instead. the kiss they shared prior the attacks had been sudden and short-lived, but memorable; it lives in her mind, holds her captive. so much so, she doesn’t hear the rapid knocks on her door. it takes babs’ voice to disturb her pondering. “uh, coming,” she shouts, throwing a sweater on before rushing to the door. “oh, so you are aware i have a door? and i had to go through all those nights with you sneaking up through my window, all those nights i almost shot you...”

nyssa’s gaze shifted to the woman’s gun, the corner of her lips quirking up into a small smile, she wasn’t worried about the gun at all. “no, i do not, should i?” she had to let out a small chuckle when the other woman called her a vigilante. “i can assure you, i am not a vigilante.” she was a little curious what her reaction would be if she found out she was an assassin.

“well, yeah. i kind of wish you came out of one, not gonna lie.” a brow lifts at the response. she feels safer knowing that she doesn’t belong to no variations of vigilantes working within central city. yet, she remains prepared for an imminent attack. after all, the woman still holds the bow in her hand. “what are you, then? why are you dressed as if you’re one of green arrow’s associates?”

alex hadn’t seen maggie since they were separated. she had a large quantity of deo agents to direct and maggie had the ccpd to assist. she had every intention of finding the other to make sure that she was okay and talk about the – the other thing, but alex had barely stopped for a breath before she was whisked off to the hospital to get her ear checked out and, after that? alex had chickened out and basically hid from the reality of what had trainspired between the two. it was what led her to the alien bar, a place that had become her own fortress of solitude, nursing a third glass of whiskey. it took her longer than usual to notice that the detective in question had just walked in through the door. turning, alex stumbled a little as she stood up from the stool she had perched on and shuffled before placing a hand on the counter to try and nonchalantly steady herself. “thank god, you’re – you’re okay,” alex started. she then backtracked a little. “you are – you’re okay, right? please say you’re okay. i mean, i hope – i hope you… you are.”

“danvers,” she calls for the other as soon as she walks into the bar. the woman sitting at the bar -- her leather jacket, her short auburn hair, and the glass of whiskey on the counter in front of her? there is no doubt in maggie’s heart, that’s alex danvers. a smile tugs at her lips as the woman stumbles out of her stool, she finds it cute. “i knew i’d find you here.” well, she hoped, really. a pang of worry had stung her chest after the days went by without a word from alex. it felt as if someone had squeezed her heart in their hand. “alex, i’m okay. i am,” she responds, shortening their distances with quick strides. “i only broke one finger so i call it a success.” she embellishes the tasteless joke by showing off the broken little finger’s cast.

the corner of her lips lifted up slightly in amusement at the woman’s words, turning to face her she kept her bow by her side, she had no intentions of firing an arrow at the other woman unless she had to. “comic convention?” nyssa repeated tilting her head in slight confusion.

fingertips linger over the holster of her gun still. it’s hard to tell if an action needs to be taken; the woman seems to have no intention of harming her, yet the bow and arrow remain on her hands. the weapon of choice reminds her of green arrow, and she sighs, assuming the woman belongs to arrow’s team. “you don’t know what a comic convention is? great. another vigilante.”