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/ Rae - 3
She left because she had to. Instead of destroying Oliver Queen, like originally planned, Rae joins him. But she cannot tell her friends that. Ollie, as he implores her to call him, has a plan, and all he needs is an inside guy, and he chooses her. He may not know what he’s done, in the past-indirectly to her future-but he is making amends for it now. Rae does not hate him so much now that she is far, far away from Lawrence.
But Ollie is not the reason she becomes a better person.
In the forest, there lies a monster,
Perhaps it is because of Dinah, or Black Canary, that she does. Dinah looks at her with all the tender sincerity of a mother, in a way that Paula could never even attempt. Dinah helps her understand herself, sits her down and talks with her and learns about her. It is… nice to know, at least, that there is a reason she’s so fucked up.
But Rae misses Kalda.
hidden beneath the leaves and behind the trees,
Maybe Kalda is her motive. Resilient Kalda who only wants to understand and be understood. Rae could give her that in a way Dixie and Willow will never be able to.
Rae remembers her now, shining in the moonlight, reflected off the water, on a dock where they swapped spit and made love for hours. Rae taught her everything about being human, about living on the surface world and Kalda returned her kindness with simply being.
But, for all their flaws, Rae also misses Dixie and Willow.
who slithers out and snatches up the children,
There’s a possibility she’s doing this for them.
Dixie, swathed with Gotham’s shadows and obsessed with Gotham’s bats, who laughed and laughed until she broke her vocal chords and could do no more. Dixie, who through it all, still retains the slightest sliver of innocence. It gleams, sometimes, in those batshit crazy eyes, but that little gleam haunts the recesses of Rae’s essence.
And Willow. Will. Her little sister and part-time lover, who gazes up at her with pools of admiration splashing around in her eyes, who loves so much she hates, who destroys everything she touches in less than an instant. Unless, of course, it is already destroyed. Like Dixie. Like Kalda. Like Rae.
She loves them.
and returns them again, only broken.
Rae knows the truth, though. It’s a little bit of all of them-Dinah, Kalda, Dixie, and Will-but it’s a lot of Apollo.
The little boy wrecked by his own father and his own mother and his own brother. The little boy whose whimpers sliced through Rae’s heart and into her very being. The little boy who lied (and lies, and lies, and lies).
Rae loves him, but she cannot say why. They dislike each other, personally. But Rae loves his soul. She thinks, maybe, that he can be saved.
She knows Kalda, Dixie, and Will cannot.
She does it for him.
I was one of those children,
So she goes back, departs from Sportsmaster officially and proclaims her status as a separate villain. Almost a kinder one, but no one notices because she can still make it look rough.
Ollie will say, “I’m proud of you,” occasionally, but that’s not really what Rae wants, what she savors.
When Dinah looks her in the eye and winks, smiling, that’s what she wants.
When Kalda runs into her on missions (for one side or the other) and kisses her, that’s what she wants.
When Dixie skips out of the shadows and bleeds a drop of innocence, a smidgen of love, that’s what she wants.
When Willow beams and dashes to her side, loving unconditionally until she hates, that’s what she wants.
When Apollo glares and grumbles, but stares and speaks, that’s what she wants.
She just wants a little piece of happiness for herself.
but you never came for me,
Rae doesn’t kill anymore.
so I must go for them.
She doesn’t have to.
Your soul is here.
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