232 - Unkind
Oliver Queen had never been one to edit himself. He said what he thought, he said what he believed, and he didn’t give a damn if people thought he was being rude. He was only speaking the truth of the matter, and if the fatcats weren’t listening to him, well, that was their own fault. He just wasn’t speaking loud enough.
Still, his mouth got him into trouble some. Pretty Bird wasn’t always too happy with him, and it got him into more than a few fights. But he wasn’t going to become one of them just because it might make it easier for him. He would be betraying himself, betraying everything he believed in.
Still, there were times for it, and times when he wished that maybe he had learned to hold his tongue. Maybe then things would be better with his family. Maybe then he would never have drifted apart from them.
Of course, as he prepared to head into battle with the Outsiders, there was no harm at all in insulting Bats. Whatever happened, it would be worth it.
Still, his mouth got him into trouble some. Pretty Bird wasn’t always too happy with him, and it got him into more than a few fights. But he wasn’t going to become one of them just because it might make it easier for him. He would be betraying himself, betraying everything he believed in.
Still, there were times for it, and times when he wished that maybe he had learned to hold his tongue. Maybe then things would be better with his family. Maybe then he would never have drifted apart from them.
Of course, as he prepared to head into battle with the Outsiders, there was no harm at all in insulting Bats. Whatever happened, it would be worth it.