Her name is Dinah Drake Lance, but she's known as the Black Canary. She's a force of nature, utterly unstoppable when innocent lives are on the line. When other girls were applying to college, she was mastering the ancient arts of judo and jiu-jitsu -- which means she doesn't even need to use her superpowers to kick your butts. She's got a voice like a hurricane, a heart like a furnace and for some stupid reason, even after everything I do to push her away... she loves me.
I can't sit on the sidelines and do nothing. I won't. The last time I did, I watched people die. People I could have saved. People I should have saved. That's not going to happen again. Not as long as I can do something about it.
I’ve committed myself to helping those who are marginalized … without truly knowing what it means to be disadvantaged, wronged, viewed as other. Maybe this is a way to become a better hero and person, to learn empathy. Maybe Lukos is the diagnosis and the cure.
I'm outgunned and outplanned. But I want to keep fighting. I want to bloody my knuckles down to the bone and nock my bow until my bowstring snaps. But too many people have sacrificed too much for me. Dying isn't an option. These monsters have their team. I've got mine. A quiver. And whoever the fourth horseman is...we'll look forward to taking him down, along with the rest.
I've never been religious, but I get the compulsion. Especially the way the sermons and the Bible stories make sense of this dark world. But the only truths that have ever resonated with me come from fairy tales. I'm not talking about the animated movies that feature cute animals and musical numbers...in which goodness is rewarded and evil is punished. I'm talking about the old fairy tales. My mother used to read them to me out of a leather book that smelled like mushrooms. They felt truest. In them, loved ones die and evil runs wild. Chaos Rules.
Despite what you may have heard, I am alive. And I'm innocent of any crimes leveled against me. I made a mistake. I've been hiding from everyone. Even myself. But not anymore. I don't belong in the shadows. I know who I am. My name is Oliver Queen, and I an here to take back control of my company.
It's not you, Luthor. It's the people. name is only as good as the people who work for you. All the skeletons in all their closets have come tumbling out. And they're being publicly ruined and shamed. I've been trying to tell you. The Ninth Circle is made up of the people who are twelve steps ahead of the guy...who's twelve steps ahead of everyone else.
I'm beyond grateful for the offer and for all the help you've given me on this mission. But let's be honest. I'm never going to be the best team player. So how do you feel about a compromise? I serve the Justice League as a kind of...rogue operative. A satellite agent?
I wait for a streak of lightning or a bird to fly by. I wait for some kind of divine intervention to point the way. But there's nothing. So I do what I did the last time. I tell God to go screw himself. I'll find my own way home.