Laurel Lance

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The Queen's Gambit disaster had changed a lot of lives.

Two families took the worst of it.

The Queens.

And the Lances.

Quentin Lance was a detective in Starling City and the father of Laurel Lance and Sara Lance. Sara's disappearance hit him harder than anything else.

When his older daughter Laurel had been dating Oliver Queen, Quentin had opposed it fiercely. He had fought with Laurel more than once over that relationship. In the end, he had managed to watch his older daughter, only to lose track of his younger one.

He hated Oliver Queen, the root of the disaster.

He hated himself just as much.

Now Laurel was the only daughter left at home, and Quentin had become even stricter with her. Some part of him even blamed Laurel. If Laurel had never met Oliver Queen, how would Sara have been dragged into this?

But daughters did not stay little forever.

Laurel was already in college, and she decided to live on campus. The school was not far from home, but she could not face her father's grief every day. She could not face all the traces of Sara left inside that house either.

She did not even know whether she should hate Sara for stealing her boyfriend or mourn her for dying.

Avoiding it was the easiest answer people reached for.

Unfortunately, Quentin did not agree.

Because of that, Laurel had a huge fight with him and left home.

She walked aimlessly through the streets. Without realizing it, she drifted into the chaos of the Glades. Still angry and fogged with emotion, Laurel did not notice someone had begun following her.

A man in a hoodie trailed her from behind.

When Laurel, not paying attention to her surroundings, turned by instinct into a remote corner, the man suddenly rushed up and shoved her inside.

Laurel nearly fell. She caught herself, spun around, and found a dark gun barrel pointed straight at her.

"Hand over anything valuable, sweetheart."

A robbery.

Only then did Laurel fully understand what was happening, and where she had wandered.

She had grown up in Starling City. She was a detective's daughter. She knew the right choice in this situation. Without resisting, she handed over her bag.

"Smart."

The man took it smugly, but he did not leave. Instead, he looked Laurel up and down.

Her face was a little long, but her features were striking. Straight brown hair fell over her shoulders. She was tall, with long legs and a clean, elegant figure.

Beautiful face. Beautiful body.

"Let me check whether you're hiding anything else worth taking."

He swung the gun slightly and walked toward her with a nasty grin.

Laurel backed away, forcing herself to stay calm.

"My father is a cop. If this is only a robbery, I'll accept my bad luck. But if you hurt me, every police officer in this city will be looking for you."

"You trying to scare me? What, cops are supposed to impress me?"

The man stopped and barked the words.

"You're not afraid?"

"Of course I'm not..."

He answered on reflex, then realized Laurel had not spoken.

That was a man's voice.

He turned with the gun raised and saw a young man walking in from the mouth of the alley.

"You trying to play hero, pretty boy?"

Damon shook his head with a soft laugh and looked past him at Laurel.

"Need help?"

"If you can," Laurel said after a wary pause.

"Of course."

Damon smiled brightly and walked forward.

"Stay where you are, or I'll shoot."

"Damn it, you really do want to play hero? You think I won't pull the trigger?"

Seeing Damon stroll over as if the gun did not matter, the man aimed at him and fired.

Bang.

The gunshot cracked through the alley.

The man stared.

Damon had not fallen. There was not even a wound on him.

Had he missed?

Almost by instinct, he fired again.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Gunshots came one after another.

Then the man's vision blurred, and Damon appeared directly in front of him.

"Fast."

Fear jolted through him. He tried to back away, but Damon smiled at him and threw a punch.

Infinite Stacking, fiftyfold.

The force punched through the man's skull.

Damon's fist struck from the front and burst out the back. Blood and brain matter sprayed across Laurel's face and clothes.

The smell of blood hit hard.

Laurel stood frozen as Damon pulled his fist free.

The man collapsed.

Damon took Laurel's bag from the dead man's hand, held it out, and smiled gently.

"Your bag."

Laurel saw the bag. She saw Damon's hand, slick with blood and gore.

Her eyes widened.

Her legs went soft.

She fell backward and fainted.

Thud.

Damon looked at Laurel lying unconscious on the ground and chuckled.

"If I want her to become Black Canary, I should probably train her courage first. Otherwise, fainting every time things get messy is just volunteering to die."

He walked over, hoisted Laurel onto his shoulder, and left the alley.

More than an hour later, patrolling officers finally found the body and sealed off the scene.

At the same time, Quentin Lance had calmed down and begun regretting the fight with his daughter. He called Laurel, wanting to apologize and ask her to come home.

But her phone was already off.

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