Who: Green Arrow +Open Where: His NYC Home When: April 28th, Early Afternoon What: Homecoming Rating: PG (Might be some light swearing? It is Ollie!)
"Home, sweet home."
Getting back from the Island had been more stressful than Oliver Queen would have realized. If he had known returning to civilization would mean constant board meetings, public appearances, charity events and the like, he would have stayed put. Retirement was still far away, he knew, but spending his twilight years on a mostly deserted island didn't sound half bad. By this point, he damn sure earned it.
The key turned in the lock and he pushed the door open to his normally bustling home. On any given day, it would be crowded with various members of the Arrow Family, asking for this and that, dreading the thought that he might be heading to the kitchen to make something. No, today, it was completely empty. Ollie closed the door behind him and took a moment to simply stand in silence, looking about the entry way for signs of anything destroyed. He half expected arrows to be lodged into the wall, making the image of a smiley-face or something of that nature. Hell, a surprise party wouldn't go amiss. Didn't anyone give a damn that he survived?
A pair of fingers clenched the half-inch of flesh resting between his eyes, gathering the pain of his lingering headache into one pressure point and releasing it for just a moment. Everything seemed the same. Same furniture. Same luxuries. Even the smell hadn't changed all that much in the intervening months. The old man inspected his roost, room by room, making certain that nothing had changed. First floor was clear. Stairs creaked as he ascended them, silently hoping that his door was still locked.
However, those wishes were soon forgotten when he turned to look into Cissie's room. He may not be the world's greatest detective, but few things ever missed the eagle eyes of one Oliver Queen. Gone were the signs of a teenage girl. Everything was too damn clean.