#deathxstroke

@deathxstroke || plotted for a starter

       “Slade---”

       Voice hoarse and body threatening to tremble at any moment if Oliver thinks about what was at stake right now, he approached his former enemy, newly-renowned friend already in his Green Arrow outfit.

       “They have him.”

       William. Someone kidnapped his son from his own home, and Oliver could not get to them. It ANGERED him to no end that he wasn’t able to save his own son, and he needed all the help he could get. Felicity was on the lookout on her monitors, and John was out and about in Star City just in case something comes up and Oliver needs him there.

       “My son---they have William.”

       Slade would help---he would understand. Despite their differences, he knew that his friend would not turn his back to him when it came to family.

@deathxstroke

Digger kicked at the grimy floor of his cell, pacing around impatiently. He had too much energy to sit patiently as his fellow prisoner did, day after day after day... though it was getting harder to tell whether it were day or not down in their claustrophobic little hole. After several more laps across the small space, the redhead seemed to have given up on this particular activity and instead opted to slump on the floor near wall separating both cells.