Chapter-17 Felicity Smoak (Rewritten)

While Harley Quinn was grieving on her own, Stephen had a blast driving the Batmobile.

Despite Gotham being blocked off, the only bridge connecting the city to the outside world remained closed, without any news of it being unlocked in the near future. However, I have a solution—I can fly!

Stephen maneuvered the Batmobile to take flight above the bridge. The soldiers guarding the bridge dutifully upheld their duty of not allowing anyone to leave Gotham. As soon as they spotted someone attempting to escape using a "ship," they unleashed a barrage of wild shots. I must admit, the Batmobile's quality is exceptional. Despite the constant clang of bullets hitting its surface, it remained unscathed. Stephen skillfully maneuvered the Batmobile in a zigzag pattern, forming an 'S' shape for a while, then transitioning into a 'B' shape to retaliate. I wonder if the fools below can comprehend the message.

After a few minutes, I successfully crossed the bridge and glanced back at Gotham before finally leaving it behind.

Stephen safely landed the Batmobile and switched from flight mode to drag racing mode.

The deafening roar of the engine indicated that Stephen was ready to take on any car attempting to overtake him. The other drivers on the road were too terrified to appreciate the coolness of the Batmobile, quickly making way for him. I drove aimlessly for an unknown duration until Stephen eventually came to a stop.

"Indeed, it's a great means of transportation, but it still needs gas. Just like a high-maintenance woman."

Yep, the Batmobile ran out of gas.

Stephen checked the car's navigation system and discovered that Starling wasn't far away. "Starling City? Hasn't it been renamed Star City? Well, in any case, let's go and see The Hood—no, Green Arrow. Almost forgot about that. Although it would be more fitting if his name were Green Riding Hood. Anyway, let's find some more excitement."

Stephen stepped out of the Batmobile and surveyed the surroundings. The buses were filled with desolate-looking people.

"Let's go."

Stephen recognized the direction and set off on foot. As for the Batmobile? A car without gas is nothing more than a pile of scrap metal. It had fulfilled its purpose as a means of transportation, so anyone who fancies it can take it, as long as they're not afraid of Batman coming after them.

Stephen strolled along the sidewalk, moving forward slowly.

Car after car passed by, but none slowed down or stopped until a kind-hearted person finally appeared. A brown car drove past Stephen, then stopped ahead, reversed, and pulled up beside him.

As the car window rolled down, a blonde girl wearing black-rimmed glasses and a shawl greeted him.

Judging by her attire and demeanor, she seemed to be a female student.

"Well, do you need a ride?" she asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Definitely, I sure do." Stephen smiled warmly but was slightly surprised upon seeing the driver, who happened to be heading to Starling City as well.

After getting into the car, Stephen expressed his gratitude.

"You're welcome." She pushed up her glasses and replied in a dazed manner, quickly restarting the car to resume the journey.

She kept her gaze fixed ahead and held the steering wheel with both hands.

Stephen looked at her and smiled. "Are you nervous because of me, by any chance?"

"No, no, I'm just not very good at socializing," she replied.

"Then why did you still offer me a ride?"

"I don't think you're a bad person, and I've never given anyone a lift before, so I wanted to try it once. Don't worry, even though I've only had my driver's license for a short time, there won't be any issues. Are you traveling alone? Where's your bag? Visiting Starling is not a great choice. I'm sorry, I mean there's nothing exciting here. Even if you're looking for a job, it's not the best option. But my expectations weren't high, and Queen's company offers decent benefits..." She rambled on, increasing her speech speed. It was like a railgun, as she spoke to herself, fully immersed in her own thoughts.

Her voice gradually faded, and she turned to Stephen with an awkward smile. She realized her mistake—her mind tended to jump around, and she often got lost in her own monologues when conversing with others. "Oh, I'm sorry, um... my name is Felicity Smoak. What about you?"

"Stephen Lang."

"Stephen Lang? Are you from Asia? Let me guess, China or Korea, but definitely not Japan because Japanese names are usually longer..." Felicity's thoughts started jumping again.

"Have you heard of Oliver Queen?" Stephen suddenly asked.

Felicity was taken aback and replied, "Of course, he's a well-known playboy. I heard that he and his father were involved in a shipwreck on the Gold Queen about half a year ago. The rest is..." She continued to gossip and share her findings with great interest. However, Stephen wasn't paying attention at all.

The shipwreck had occurred half a year ago, which meant Oliver Queen was likely in Purgatory. Even if he arrived in Starling, Stephen wouldn't be able to meet the Green Arrow at this moment—someone green to the core, always shooting arrows everywhere. Although many superheroes are "green" to me, I'm sure I appear "green" to them as well. After all, to live a good life, one needs to have a touch of "green." But there are very few individuals as "green" as the Green Arrow! (In Chinese, "green" carries meanings like jade, polished, pure, and dependent.)

Stephen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he couldn't encounter the Green Arrow right away.

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Real Author: Marvel King

Translator: Zatch[King]Rex