"I tried to be a good father."

...

"What are you doing here?" Oliver whispered in William's ear.

"I'm supporting you. I'm sick of just waiting and hoping you're alright. I'm going to help, and you're not going to stop me."

Oliver sighed. There was no way he could leave, and William obviously wasn't going on his own.

"Alright," he sighed.

William just stared at the man's head (not Oliver's head, the bad guy's).

...

"I really did."

...

"Who are you?" the man (named Jake) asked.

"I'm Willaim Queen," William said (don't judge me; I don't know his last name and I'm too lazy to   look it up or care).

Jake raised an eyebrow.

"Was that really a good move, Ollie?" he sneered.

Oliver glared at him and wrapped a protective arm around his son.

"No, but there was nothing I could do," Oliver said honestly.

Jake shrugged.

"Honestly, I don't give a shit as long as you behave."

...

"But I failed you, William."

...

As Oliver loaded the drugs into the truck he was assigned to, he couldn't help but read some of the labels.

Morphine.

Vertigo.

He shivered. He... he was helping people, people like his sister, get drugs that could kill them.

What the hell?

Why was he doing this?

Oh, yeah. Willaim.

But...

He couldn't just sit by and let this happen.

He sighed as he grabbed his bow.

He had an explosive one out.

He fired it at the truck closest to him (besides the one he was on).

Jake screamed in anger.

"You asshole!" he seethed.

Suddenly, so fast the Flash couldn't do anything, he pointed the gun at Willaim and fired.

...

"And I'm going to do whatever it takes to make it up to you."