Hey guys! No this is not a new story…it is the same story but located in a different place. I realized as I wrote the next few chapters that the Flash characters are much more important than I'd originally planned for so… CROSSOVER VERSION! This is still "Are You Kidding?" if you've already read that version in the Arrow page. If you have read it than just skip all of this because it's nothing you haven't read already. For those of you who have just discovered the story, then welcome and I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

"NO!" I exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing?! Chase after her and tell her how much you love her you moron!"

My roommate sighed obnoxiously. "Eliza, calm down. It's a TV show. And isn't that a rerun? You already knew that was going to happen."

I glared at her. "It's not a TV show. It's the TV show. This is Arrow. You know, my favorite and quite possibly the best show ever made. And just because I've seen it already doesn't mean it hurts any less when Oliver and Felicity don't realize how perfect they are for each other."

This was a common argument between us. I would freak out over the endless plot twists Arrow had to offer and Anna would complain about me being an antisocial freak. I didn't hate her. But I didn't love her either.

"Newsflash, just because you're into comic book shit doesn't mean the rest of the world is," Anna said nasally. Picture your stereotypical bitchy sorority chick and that's Anna in a nutshell.

I packed up my laptop. "Fine. Then I'll just watch it at the Lounge." The Lounge was a café all the way across campus but the coffee and free Wi-Fi were worth the long walk. Plus, it was past six so everyone would be in the dining hall and the café would be relatively empty.

I grabbed my favorite denim jacket and put it on over my floral top. The weather surprisingly warm, as least warm for upstate New York, and with my trusty laptop tucked into my messenger bag, I made my way to the freedom of judgment-free Arrow binging.

I was almost there when I saw something. A weird red streak flew past me. Okay. Either I've been watching too much Flash or I'm going crazy. Just as I shook off the strange vibe I saw it again. A red streak came right at me.

Just before it would have hit me it dodged to the left of me and started circling around me over and over again until I was surrounded by a circle of red light. I started screaming. I hoped someone could see what was happening and even if they couldn't stop it, at least someone would know what happened to me. Not that anyone was around to care or even notice.

The light got brighter and brighter and the wind within the circle made it hard to breathe. I dropped my bag as I gasped for air. Through my oxygen deprived haze I swear I could make out a figure of a man inside the streak.

"Please." I gasp. "What are you doing to me?"

The figure didn't answer but seemed to run even faster. Spots dotted my vision as I struggled to breathe. As I blacked out I couldn't help but wonder if this was what Barry Allen's mother felt as she died.

….

I woke up dazed… and in an alley. "What the hell was that?" I wondered as I made my way (admittedly wobbly) onto my feet. "And what the hell am I doing here?" I couldn't remember any gross alleys on campus so I must have traveled at least into the city surrounding it.

"I was just asking myself the same question, sweet thang."

I spun to see three thugs blocking the entrance into the alley, and with a wall to my back and no doors in sight, I was successfully trapped. Fantastic.

"Uhh… Hi" I said shakily, hoping it came out a lot stronger than it felt. "Sorry, am I trespassing? I get it, it's your alley I'll just get out of your way." I try to inch my way past them but they weren't having it. The one what had talked to me, most likely their leader, grabbed me by my throat and slammed me into the wall, hitting my head painfully on brick. "Um ow? Any manners for a lady?"

"Shut up, slut," one of Lead Thug's friends said, leering over his shoulder.

Lead Thug punched me in the face, probably giving me a black eye. "Don't you wanna stay with us?" he asked, smiling creepily at me. "Stay with us. We don't bite…much."

"No thank you," I managed to choke out, as Lead Thug was still holding my throat pretty tightly. "Nothing against you guys, but I'd much rather go home and hide underneath some blankets for….oh…just the rest of my life."

Lead Thug used the hold on my throat to pull me back and slam me back against the wall, even harder. Black spots started dotting my vision. I was honestly surprised I hadn't passed out yet. "Don't talk."

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all by your lonesome anyway?" Leering Guy said.

"Yeah," the third added. "Don't you know not to come to the Glades by yourself?" Wait, Glades? As in…?

I didn't have time to finish the thought before Lead Thug, apparently sick of the subtle threatening, reached his free hand to my hip and played with the hem of my shirt, dipping his hand underneath to touch his cold fingertips to my skin.

I whimpered like the whiny teenage girl I never wanted to be. "Please, please don't," I whispered, trying to move my hip away. "My roommate! She'll be looking for me. She might have even called the police!" There was no way Anna was looking for me but these guys didn't need to know that.

"Then she can join the action." He reached further up my shirt.

I couldn't help it. I screamed as loud as I could with him gripping my throat. He let go long enough to punch me twice, first to my face then to my gut. I dropped to my knees and he kicked my stomach, knocking me to the ground. He kicked me a few more times while I was on the ground growled, "Now you've done it, bitch." He straddled me and tore at my shirt, slapping me when I tried to push him off. His friends held my arms to the ground and watched on eagerly.

I cried and closed my eyes, prepared for the inevitable but not willing to watch. I couldn't help but think how no one even knew I was missing, so no one would be looking for me. I was about to be raped, robbed and probably killed and no one would even realize.

As I cried and pleaded for them to stop I prayed, something I hadn't done in a long time. I promised God that I would try harder, that I wouldn't close myself from the world and I would make real friends if I could just survive this.

"Hey!" I heard another, strangely familiar, voice shout. My eyes flew open to see my savior…Roy Harper in his Arsenal suit. "Get the hell off of her!" I started squirming again.

That head injury must have been worse than I thought if I'm hallucinating a red leather clad hero saving me.

"Fuck off," Lead Thug said, focusing on holding me down but motioning for his goons to get rid of Arsenal. "You're outnumbered, asshole. Just move along."

"I might be outnumbered, but I'm not alone." Arsenal stepped aside to reveal Black Canary.

"Black Canary? Holy shit," I breathe. This was officially the coolest hallucination ever.

"Shut the hell up, bitch." Tough Guy snarls, slapping me again, this time hard enough that the black spots returned and wouldn't go away.

Through my half-conscious haze I saw Arsenal step toward me, clearly tense and angry. "I'm only going to say this one more time. Get. Off. Of. Her."

"Fuck. Off." Lead Thug mocked.

"I warned you." If I'd blinked I would have missed it because in a fraction of a second Arsenal had pulled an arrow from his quiver and shot it into Lead Thug's shoulder. Lead Thug screamed and fell off of me, clutching at his shoulder. I scrambled to get away, though it was hard to move without seeing the spots and getting nauseous. I vaguely noticed him and his friends get up and run.

"Hey, are you okay?" Roy crouched down to my level. He reached for my face, looking over my wounds. He looked concerned but also furious.

"But…you're not real," I mumbled, still dazed but convinced this was an elaborate dream. Maybe my brain was dealing with the trauma with a hallucination of being rescued. I was a Psych major, I'd heard of crazier delusions.

"That head injury is pretty bad, Arsenal," Laurel said. "We should get her to a hospital."

"No!" I tried to sit up, only to immediately fall onto Roy when I was hit by a wave of dizziness. "Please, no hospitals."

"Ok, no hospitals." Roy promised. "Where are you staying? Is there someone who can take care of you?"

My head spun as I tried to answer but couldn't get the words out. Despite my fight to stay awake, I was passing out for the second time that night. All I managed to get out was a whisper. "Please, Roy."

Then I blacked out. Again.

…..

"How did you…?" Roy looked at the girl in his arms with wide eyes. Then shook his head, and went back to trying to wake her. "Hey, hey stay with me. Dammit."

"Is she…?" Laurel couldn't seem to get the words out. She looked around for more of Brick's men as a distraction.

"She just unconscious." Roy picked her up bridal style. "We're going to have to take her to the Arrow Cave."

"What?" Laurel turned to him, shocked. "We can't bring her there. We don't even know who she is and you want to bring her to our base of operations?"

"She needs help," Roy said simply. "We can't take her to a hospital, we don't know where she lives and there are medical supplies at the foundry. We can take care of her there." Roy started walking toward Verdant. He was done arguing. He would take care of this strange girl that somehow knew his name, with or without Laurel's blessing. The Arrow Cave would be his best option but if she, Digg and Felicity were really against it he would figure out something else.

"How do you know if we can trust her?"

Roy looked down at the girl in his arms. "I just do."

Laurel sighed, but followed Roy grumbling "I still say we should just take her to a hospital.