#fiishnetted

He could hear someone coming up from behind, though with the way they walked and carried their weight he could tell that they didn’t much care for being subtle. His eyes stay focused on the book he’d been reading as the other grabbed a gun from the table, raised it and waited for whoever had decided to trespass into one of his safe houses. “Usually its me who does the whole midnight trespassing thing so-” There’s a pause as his eyes finally leave the book and great the trespasser. A small sigh follows as he sets both the gun and book back onto the table, his arms crossing and his eyes narrowing at the one standing before him.

Black Canary. That at least explained the confident walk. Jason was more than one hundred percent sure that she could wipe the floor with him, and he was sure she knew it too.

I LOVED being part of the tradition, part of an elite. And it was my OBLIGATION to protect those who were less... able. Then when that man... cut me, I couldn't even scream. I was so... helpless. It wasn't supposed to be like this! I was supposed to be stronger!!