When Jack takes the stage, her previously happy expression turns immediately into confusion — maybe even some straight up shock, as her eyes narrow and she just stares at the man behind the microphone.
Then, Malcolm Merlyn starts singing Danny Boy.
There is no way in hell that Felicity is ready for this.
Her PDC is out already, and she’s texting Barry and Oliver through pure instinct. Malcolm Merlyn is here. Talent show. Right now.
Her head lifts however, when he’s back on stage again, and introducing himself as someone named “Jack.” Likely story. But Felicity watches. Like the way people watch car accidents when they drive past. You just can’t stop yourself.
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It must be a dream.
When Jack takes the stage, her previously happy expression turns immediately into confusion — maybe even some straight up shock, as her eyes narrow and she just stares at the man behind the microphone.
Then, Malcolm Merlyn starts singing Danny Boy.
There is no way in hell that Felicity is ready for this.
Her PDC is out already, and she’s texting Barry and Oliver through pure instinct. Malcolm Merlyn is here. Talent show. Right now.
Her head lifts however, when he’s back on stage again, and introducing himself as someone named “Jack.” Likely story. But Felicity watches. Like the way people watch car accidents when they drive past. You just can’t stop yourself.