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After her new team found out about her previous vigilante family, Felicity started to share that part of herself. It started small. A momento from Gotham on her desk. A constantly open window linking her computers with Barbara's. Bringing a dog bed for when Ace was with her.
Soon she decided to bring something out of storage that meant the world to her. She brought it down when everyone else was out, then left it on her desk. The first one of Team Arrow to spot the change was Roy, who sometimes sat in her chair.
"Hey!" he called out to Oliver and John, who were sparring. When he had their attention, he continued with his question. "Have you guys seen this?"
Oliver raised an eyebrow and both moved to see what the young man was talking about. There on Felicity's desk, was a framed photograph. The frame was wooden with the word "Family" carved into the bottom. It was the picture itself that was most interesting.
The background contained a large amount of computer screens and what looked like cave walls. Immediately in front of the screens were two smiling women, one they recognized on sight. Felicity. She was leaning against the large keyboard while a red haired woman sat in a large backed desk chair. Diggle recognized the woman from descriptions, Barbara Gordon.
Seated at Felicity's feet was a young dark haired man, wearing a long black shirt and an open red leather vest. A mass of blonde curls could be spotted in his lap. The curls connected to a bare foot woman in skintight black with a gold belt around her waist. Another young woman, this time with black hair, was doubled over by Barbara. Her outfit was completely black, from what they could see, and a hood hung around her neck. The three young people appeared to be in mid laugh. Each one showing mirth.
At the very edge of the picture stood a black haired, blue eyed man. He was wearing black pants and a grey shirt. He looked to be shaking his head at the others in the picture. Roy recognized him as Bruce Wayne.
"That's them, right?" Roy asked the older men. "The Bat Family?" He used the moniker Felicity so often used.
"Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon," Diggle pointed out the ones he recognized.
"The boy is Tim Drake," Oliver grunted. "Wayne's ward."
"I think the others are Stephanie and Cassandra," Roy continued, remembering the different stories Felicity would tell him. "Not sure which is which."
None of the men mentioned the new addition to Felicity. They let the picture be. Though each one wondered why she moved to Starling when her family was in Gotham. After the picture, not a whole lot moved into the lair. At least nothing the men spotted.
Sara returned from her trip. When she did, she was carrying a large manila envelope. After stashing her gear, the Black Canary walked towards the brunette woman. She waited until Felicity was done with whatever she was working on. Then she pounced.
"So, should I ask why a no faced man told me to give you this?"
Felicity's head spun to see what Sara meant. When she spotted the envelope, the tech squealed and jumped towards the package. Sara quickly moved it out of reach.
"Answer the question."
"Question," Felicity replied.
"Yeah," Sara shot back, "my question."
Felicity laughed. "No, no. The vigilante, Question." When no look of understanding showed, she continued. "He's a friend. He has this weird mask that makes his face completely featureless. And he sometimes talks in riddles. He's the one that found Helena for me."
Sara nodded reluctantly. The others of Team Arrow had never understood why Felicity reached out to a woman who threatened her and hurt the team. They just wrote it off as a Felicity thing. The blonde handed over the package.
"So what's in it?" she asked.
Felicity grinned like she was the cat that caught the canary. "Pictures. I asked if he could get me a few from Alfred for me." A raised eyebrow was the only answer she received. "The photo on my desk?" Felicity motioned to the "Family" frame. "Alfred took that when everyone was just goofing off. He's got a bunch of them saved. This one is the only one I have myself because it would've been too dangerous before, but I figure I can have some down here. It's kinda nice being able to remember the good times I had in Gotham. So I asked if he could get me a few others. Sorry, I didn't think he would just hand them off to you or you've warned you about him."
As Felicity continued to babble, she began to pull out different pictures. The first was of, who they now knew was, Stephanie and Tim. They were curled up on a couch with a faint blue light coming from off frame. The next picture was of Bruce Wayne and another black haired man, this one just a little shorter than Bruce, who Felicity identified as Dick. Another photo of Dick, this time with his arms wrapped around a black dress clad Barbara. Lastly was an image of a strawberry blond man and Helena Bertinelli, the man holding up a peace sign for the camera.
"So that's Question?" Sara pointed to the man in the last photo.
"Mhm," Felicity hummed. "His name's Victor. I guess he's okay with you guys knowing since he sent me this one. He's Stephanie's brother figure. We spent a lot of time together when I first got into the whole vigilante thing."
The next day, the pictures when in their own frames. They were scattered around the computer screens, though none of them got in her way. Roy and Sara started to ask more about the people she considered family.
The last addition Felicity brought it, was a photo in an almost identical frame to the first picture she had brought into the lair. This time, the "Family" was at the top. And the image itself was different.
Oliver was the first to spot it. Seated opposite the first photo was a group picture taken by Carly when they had all gone to Big Belly. They were at a big corner booth, with Thea, Roy, Diggle, Sara, Laurel, Felicity, and Oliver himself all crowded together. Laurel and Sara were captured as they shoved fries into the others mouth. Diggle was looking to the sky as if for patience. Thea collapsed onto Felicity, both women laughing as Roy stuffed his mouth full of cheesy fries.
"I had a hard time deciding," Felicity spoke up from behind him. He turned his head so he could see her. "There are so many moments I felt represented us. But," she looked up at him with bright eyes and a soft smile, "you can see your smile in this one."