Harleen Merlyn is the youngest daughter of Malcolm Merlyn and grew up in Starling City her whole life. Despite being Tommy's younger sister she spent most of her days with the trio; Oliver, Tommy, and Laurel. Although, she was closer with the two bo...
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Oliver tapped his fingers gently against the Coffee mug that Carly had just topped off, but his eyes were trained on the girl sitting beside him. Helena Bertinelli; when Thea told him to share this side of himself with someone, he went to Helena because they were the same - and it felt good to finally tell the truth after being alone in his anger for so long.
But, the more he sat there with her, the more he couldn't help but compare her to Harley. How similar they seemed to be, yet so very different.
Harley was blunt, she was soft about it. But, she was blunt when it came to serious subjects like the island to get him to open up about it, there was no beating around the bush. Where as, Helena used her own tragedies to try and get him to see she could relate and open up about it - he had only been with her for one night and already she'd brought up the island.
"I haven't been on a second date in a while," Oliver finally broke the silence to try and get his mind off Harley. "Feels good so far."
Helena made a face, licking her lips as she looked down at the Coffee he bought for her. "Look, um, we slept together and it was really nice, and I needed it, but, um, I'm not looking for anything."
"Right, because you have everything figured out." Oliver drew out sarcastically, smiling charmingly at the girl.
"I don't think you're one to judge," she shot back, quirking a finely done eyebrow at him. "Or am I the only one who remembers you skipping out on our 'date' because Harleen Merlyn needed you."
Oliver went silent at the mention of the girl, his eyes flickering across Helena's face. He couldn't help but notice just how similar they were in appearance too. They both had dark brown hair, but Helena's was pole straight and almost reached to her hips while Harley's had a slight curl to it and only reached just a little passed her shoulders. They both, also, had blue eyes, Helena's were more of a grey-blue while Harley's were like crystal clear water on the beach that you only ever saw in pictures.
"No, I remember that..." he trailed off, tapping his knuckles against the table. He didn't have an excuse for that one - he'd always come when Harley called, he didn't think that'd ever change.
"Plus, I saw you kill people."
Oliver's gaze flickered up to hers, "I only kill people when it's absolutely necessary, it's not my opening move. And what your doing now, the way you're going, you're going to end up hurting someone... like my mother, or yourself."
Helena's face softened at the mention of the older Queen who she had accidentally hospitalized. "I am sorry about your mother. That was an accident."
"How many accidents need to happen before you're done getting back at your father."
"Hopefully none," Helena narrowed her eyes, not liking the tone in his voice. He made it sound like she was some bratty teenager rebelling against her father. "I am not getting back at him. I- I am stripping away everything that has meaning to him like he did to me when he had Michael killed."
"What if I could show you another way?" Oliver asked. There had to be something he could do, he wasn't going to let this girl sink into the darkness any further. "A way for you to take down your father's organization without putting innocent people at risk."
And just when he thought Helena was going to take him up on the offer, she gave him a small smile that looked a little forced to him. "Thank you, for the Coffee... and the sex, but I am not interested." She tossed him a quick look, scooping up her bag to leave.
Oliver watched her go until he couldn't see her anymore, sighing softly to himself. There had to be something he could do to get through to her.
He went to the bunker right after that, wanting to work off all these nerves as he tried to figure out a way to get through to Helena. He could do it, he could save her. He had been down there for a couple of hours when someone finally joined him - the heels giving away who it was without him even having to look.
He peeked out of the corner of his eyes from where he was doing upside down, wall push-ups to see Harley come around the corner, her arms crossed as she looked him over.
"What happened?" She asked, but he didn't answer. She sighed softly, "Okay, I'll tell you what happened. Last night, you found out Helena Bertinelli was the girl who took a shot at your mother and was trying to wage some one-woman war against the Mafia. And then, this morning, I woke up to a call over my radio saying Nick Salvati, Frank Bertinelli's right hand, was found with his neck snapped along with a few of his thugs." She tilted her head mockingly at him, "was that one you or your girlfriend?"
Oliver kicked off the wall and landed on his feet, brushing off his hands, "I was with Helena when Salvati jumped us, we didn't have a choice."
Harley's eyebrows shot up, "we?" He could hear the lecture in her voice, and usually he found it kind of cute how much she actually worried about him, but right now he just wasn't in the mood for it.
"She knows, Harley," He admitted, slipping on his workout gloves before moving over to his Salmon ladder. "It was my secret or her life."
"It's not just your secret anymore, Oliver. Johnny and I are just as much involved in this as you are," she told him, her arms crossed at his audacity. Oliver ignored her, fixing the bar over one of the hooks and pulled himself up. "She's a killer, she's been dropping bodies all over the city."
"She's not what you think she is," Oliver dropped from the ladder and turned on the dark haired girl, his eyes flickering across her whole face. "Three years ago she was gonna turn her father into the FBI - she put everything she had on a laptop. Her father found it, thought it belonged to her Fiance, and had him murdered."
Harley went silent at that, pressing her lips into a thin line as she took in his whole face. He really seemed to care for this girl, she rarely seen him defend someone this much. She sighed as she watched him hoist himself back up on the Salmon ladder, "Ollie, that sucks, but it doesn't change the fact that she's dangerous."
She heard Oliver scoff, and did her best not to comment on it, "if Bertinelli retaliates against the Triad, or they think he's going to... the Triad is gonna rain down all of Hell and innocent people are going to be killed."
"She's lost, Harley," he grunted with effort. "And whether she knows it or not I can save her, stop her from doing anything reckless."
Harley narrowed her eyes at him, taking him in completely before it dawned on her, and her jaw dropped slightly. "You slept with her, didn't you?" Oliver paused in his workout, but didn't make a move to say or do anything to either confirm or deny her statement. "Oh, my God, you did... you are totally ass backwards, crushing on the girl who's trying to start World War 3 in Starling City."
Oliver finally dropped from the handle and turned on her once more, his face contorted into a frown, "is that was this is about? Me sleeping with her?"
"No," she enunciated clearly. "It's about you thinking you can save this girl. Oliver, you're lonely, lonelier than you want to admit and maybe that's why you think you can change this girl - cause you need to think you can change her, but people don't change, Ollie. And this... getting confused about who's good and who's bad... this is exactly the kind of thing that's gonna wind up getting you killed."
Silence fell over the two of them when she finished her rant, her arms crossed and her serious blue eyes peering up into his. She was desperately willing him to see what he was doing before it was too late. Oliver's chest heaved almost unnoticeable from the workout, not saying a word, not a single emotion on his face as he stared down at her.
"Are you done?"
Harley jerked back slightly at his tone, starring up at him like she didn't even recognize him anymore. She scoffed, "yeah, I'm done." She dropped her crossed arms and turned quickly to stalk out of the bunker. Oliver watched her go, wanting to reach out and stop her but knowing he couldn't. She just didn't understand - she'd never understand...
