Who: Oliver Queen What: A return Where: Starling City -> Gotham When: Recent Warnings/Rating: None
He had lost track of how long he had been sitting on the roof top of one of the buildings that remained in the Glades, had lost track of how many cars he had watched, how many people he had seen going about their lives without any thought to the man who watched from above.
The hood was pulled up and his bow lay beside him, but he had no inclination to lift it, to leave from his perch. The death of his mother was still fresh on his shoulders, the desperation, the look in her eyes when she had given her life in order to save that of Thea's. He could still see her, hear her words, and that only made the regret that much more bitter. Anger was an easy thing to hold onto, to carry along with you to color your every interaction. It was easy to be angry, easy to avoid the things and the people that you were angry at. It was much more difficult to forgive, to embrace, to live for the future instead of the past, and Oliver wished he had been able to do that sooner.
There was too much loss. His mother. Tommy. And even Sara was gone in a way. A part of him wanted to bury himself in that, in all that was gone, but he knew that there was much more remaining that he needed to concentrate on, needed to focus on in order not to get lost in his own misery.
So he rose and he made his way down from the building. Starling city was his home, but there were things elsewhere that he needed to check on as well. The motorcycle made it a quick trip from Starling City to Gotham, the gloom of the city looming around him as he came to a stop. More than a year had passed since he had last set foot here, the phone in his pocket vibrating with messages, entries he had seen and skimmed, and he wondered how much time had passed here. Was Felicity still here, wondering where he had gone? Sara? He recalled the house that he had bought, before the Queen name was a soiled thing that had no power, but he would check on that later, when his feelings weren't so raw and he could think straight.
So Ollie took to the roofs, and he looked over a city that wasn't his and a future he wasn't sure of.