Me again (sorry if I'm bothering you) but please tell me more about the whole Barry being kidnapped thing you mentioned in your last ask meme thing???
Why, yes, I absolutely
can do that! Also, I was going to answer this in drabble form, and then…
uhm, well, I accidentally ficced?? (Is that a thing?) So, er. Enjoy!
(Pssst you’re not bothering me, I live for excuses to write stuff
like this!
Summary: Barry gets himself kidnapped, and Oliver is at his wits end trying to get him back.
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“Fuck,”
Oliver chokes out, tears prickling his eyes.
Beside him stands
Felicity, who is clinging onto his arm, sobbing into his shoulder and
Diggle, who just looks furious.
Oliver, though?
Oliver’s feeling so many emotions at the one time that he can barely
concentrate – concern, fury, heartbreak and he just- he needs
Barry. He runs his hands over his face, letting out a shaky breath.
Of course, if Barry
were there with them, his emotions wouldn’t be going into overdrive
right now.
They’ve been led to an
abandoned warehouse – a wild goose chase, of some sort. But, of
course, the figure that they’d been chasing must have wanted him to
be here. The fact that someone is trying to send him a pretty strong
message is clear as day. On the table before them lie several
photographs, and a note written in extremely messy scrawl, pretty
much telling him to wait for further instructions.
As soon as he had
clapped his eyes on the photographs, he felt sick to his stomach.
Even from a distance, he could spot the red suit instantly, and it
hit him like a blow to the gut.
Upon closer inspection,
though, it’s even worse. Barry is completely bound to a chair,
his face battered, bruised and bloody all over, but there’s a small
part of Oliver that’s relieved at the fact that he at least seems
aware enough to give the camera his best defiant glare. The rest of
Oliver, though? The rest of him is screaming internally, because this
just cannot be fucking happening.
