You asked me to save the city, to right your wrongs. I will. I swear. But to do that I can’t be the Oliver that everyone wants me to be, which means that sometimes, to honor your wishes… I need to dishonor your memory. I’m sorry.
Barry had never been the type to ever announce his sexuality, nor visit strip clubs. And yet, every Friday night, Barry found himself watching the enchanting Green Arrow onstage.
No Such Thing as Coincidence 