#blondecyberterrorist

"It will. Now turn." Oliver turned the computer chair so Felicity was facing him. He swept her hair over the opposite shoulder to keep it out of the way while he patched her up. Turning his attention to the tray he'd brought over he grabbed supplies to clean out the abrasion. "It's not bad. Butterfly bandage should hold it so no stitches. You're lucky, it definitely could have been worse. I'm sorry Felicity I didn't even realize you were behind me." How he didn't hear her behind him was a mystery until he looked at her naked feet, no familiar clicking. Which is how he landed sacking her with one of the sticks... "You're sure your head is okay?"

Kali looked around the small room they were in. She had been allowed to walk into the small room but the bad man had pushed her mom in. She didn't know why he did but Kali saw that her mom hit her head on the floor when she fell. "Daddy will help us, right momma?" The six year old crawled over to her mother so she was close by.

“Definitely.” He pecked his lips against her forehead before swooping down to pick up their little monster. “Thea asked if she could take her for a night. What do you think about that? Maybe we can cash in that Raincheck sooner than later.” A telltale smirk crossed his features before handing Kali over to Felicity. “I’ll pack her an overnight bag.”

“Wait.. don’t tell Oliver just yet. I’m.. I have some things that I have to figure out, but just — don’t. Please, Felicity. Can we just keep this between us for now?”

“This is all very interesting... still not sure how it pertains to me.”

Roy sat down in one of the lair’s sparsely scattered chairs with a sigh. He could barely move with how little sleep he’d been getting lately. “Felicity. Can I...ask you for a favor? And not to tell Oliver....”

“Ms Smoak, I wonder if I might make a request of you.”