Green Arrow | Oliver Queen (firstgreenarrow) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-03-31 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | green arrow i, speedy ii |
Who: Oliver Queen (Green Arrow I) and Mia Dearden (Speedy II), open to the rest of the Arrow clan later on.
Where: Arrow household, NYC
When: Thursday, March 29 2012 (slightly backdated)
What: Oliver and Mia discuss adoption, and whether or not it's actually something she wants.
Rating: TBD
Oliver didn't recall ever being this nervous when he'd decided to make it official and adopt Roy, and maybe that was because he and Roy had never really talked about it at the time. It was just about making it legal, and ensuring that Roy would be alright if anything ever happened to him. Yes, Roy was his son, but he was also his sidekick from the beginning. Which was what was so messed up about it, because back then, Oliver hadn't always had the presence of mind to put his son before his sidekick. And sometimes he was so busy being the hero he forgot he even had a sidekick, let alone a son.
That wasn't even counting what he'd done to Roy when he found out about the heroin; or Connor, the son he had, but didn't know about until he was almost an adult. Despite his best efforts, Oliver was finding it hard to hold on to Dinah's reassurance from the day before. The conversation hadn't even started, and already he wanted to bolt. He'd spent his whole life allegeric to responsibility, and he'd made so many mistakes as a father and as person that...
This was hard.
He'd adopted Roy because, truth be told, it seemed like a good idea at the time and Roy needed someone. He had no one else. Time and circumstance and similarity had made Ollie realize they were father and son. Connor was his son by blood. Genetics. The best "mistake" he ever made. Mia, he'd taken her in for a reason similar to Roy's. She needed someone, and she had no place else to go. But things were different with Mia. This time around, Oliver wasn't considering adoption out of necessity. She was 16, old enough and mature to be legally emancipated if she wanted to, and just two years shy of being out of the foster care system altogether. Two years shy of being an adult. Adopting her would be almost purely for selfish reasons. He didn't have to, and neither did she.
Oliver didn't know if he could handle that potential rejection.
"Mia," he said, "we need to talk. It's important."
She was working on her aim.