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What's more, which girl doesn't have a hero-worship fantasy? Her boyfriend is a superhero—what else could Carol possibly want?
After reuniting after a brief separation, Carol had so much to share with Michael. The two talked softly, exchanging glances and tender words, until they arrived above Star City, descending on an abandoned lot to stop.
As Michael withdrew his energy, he held Carol close, "Let's find a hotel to stay at first."
"Yeah." Carol nodded.
The two soon headed to a well-known hotel in Star City, booking a suite and ordering food to be brought to their room.
It was nearly noon when they finished eating. Michael lounged lazily on the sofa, and Carol leaned against him, basking in the warm sunshine and enjoying the peace. After some time, Carol broke the silence.
"Honey, didn't you say you were here to meet the superheroes of Star City? When are you planning to go?" She asked, looking up at him.
Michael smiled, kissed her lightly, and said, "No rush. Tomorrow."
"Is it because of me? You don't have to put things off because of me." Carol said gently, "I'm happy as long as I can be with you. I miss you and want to be with you all the time, but we have so much time ahead of us, don't we? I'm happy to be the woman behind you."
Carol was like that—thoughtful and understanding.
Michael had planned to spend the day with her and then seek out Oliver Queen the next day. After all, seven days should be more than enough to complete the main and side quests. But hearing Carol's words, how could he refuse?
He kissed her deeply and smiled, "Okay, woman behind me, I'll go meet the superhero first and be back soon."
"Go ahead, dear." Carol replied, smiling as Michael stood and left the hotel.
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Oliver Queen had just returned to Star City. His first stop was to visit Laurel, his ex-girlfriend. Oliver's reputation as a playboy and dandy preceded him. Five years ago, before being presumed dead, he had taken Laurel's sister, Sarah, on a doomed voyage, during which they became romantically involved. The shipwreck, presumed deaths, and ensuing drama strained his relationship with Laurel.
Back in Star City, Oliver's apology to Laurel fell flat, leading to his abrupt exit. On his way out, he and Tommy Merlyn, his best friend, were attacked—an event that propelled his transformation into Green Arrow.
Laurel was undeniably beautiful and later took up the mantle of the second Black Canary. The first Black Canary was her sister, Sarah, but that was a story for another time.
Michael, however, wasn't interested in Laurel. Her emotions were far too tangled for his liking. Between her history with Oliver and her relationship with Tommy, she was a mess. Michael had a preference for "original goods," as he liked to put it.
At this moment, Michael was standing on a street corner, coffee in hand, watching Oliver and Laurel in the distance.
The pair's conversation seemed tense. Laurel said something sharp, then turned and stormed off toward her law firm. On the way, she snapped at Tommy, who was nearby. Tommy, ever the easygoing rich kid, shrugged and headed back toward Oliver. Together, the two men walked into a nearby alley to get their car.
Michael didn't follow them immediately. He watched as a van sped into the alley. Moments later, gunfire echoed briefly, and the van sped away.
Michael casually followed the vehicle. Initially, he walked, blending in with pedestrians. When the streets cleared, he took to the air, trailing the van from above.
The van eventually arrived at an abandoned factory. Masked men with guns dragged Oliver and Tommy inside. Michael floated silently to a shattered window above the factory and slipped inside.
From his vantage point, he saw Oliver tied to a chair, with Tommy unconscious on the floor beside him.
"Such a disparity in treatment." Michael mused with a smirk, "But what else can you expect when Oliver is the protagonist?"
One of the masked men, wearing a red skull mask, punched Oliver to wake him up and shoved an electric baton in his face.
"Oliver Queen, did your father survive the accident?" The masked man demanded.
Oliver's sharp eyes scanned his surroundings. Calm but calculating, he remained silent, earning a jolt from the electric baton.
"I'm asking you a question. Answer me!"
The electric shocks continued, but Oliver's resolve held.
"Yes." He finally growled, "He told me something important..."
The masked man leaned closer, intrigued.
Oliver smirked, "He told me… I'm going to kill you!"
Using the moment of surprise, Oliver broke free from his restraints. Chaos erupted as he fought back, disarming and incapacitating the masked men one by one.
Michael watched from the shadows, sipping his coffee with an amused expression.
"His moves are decent, especially for a normal human." Michael thought, "But this is hardly challenging for him."
When the last masked man fled, Oliver pursued him into the adjacent factory. Michael decided it was time to make his presence known.
As Oliver dealt with his final adversary, Michael appeared, his combat suit shimmering as he landed behind the vigilante.
Oliver turned sharply, startled. A man in a sleek black suit, exuding confidence, stood before him.
"I seem to have stumbled upon your secret," Michael said with a playful smile. "What now? Are you going to kill me too?"
"Who are you?" Oliver demanded, his tone wary.
Michael grinned, "You want to know? Beat me, and I'll tell you."
He gestured challengingly with two fingers.