thejusticelounge | blood calling to blood

Notes: Ok, so when I requested prompts like IDK forever ago someone requested something about Ollie actually being Mia’s real dad and I don’t think they meant this. But I recently got inspired by a few things and have been kicking this around in my head for like a week now. And I know it’s not actually possible timeline wise, BUT if comic-time was the same as real-time it would totally be possible. But yeah.
Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse and stuff like that

"You never really talk about your mom."

Mia paused in chewing her pancakes and shrugs, “I guess I don’t really remember much about her. She did die when I was eight."

- - -

It would probably be more accurate if he called Bruce or maybe Barbara for help. But he could do this to. He could run DNA and figure out if it was a match. He really didn’t want to publicize this anyway. At least not until it was certain. And even then…

How was he even supposed to break the possible news to Mia. “Hey Mia, guess what, turns out you could actually be my real daughter." While if it was true he didn’t think he would really be able to deny that he would be happy to find that out. Another part of him would be absolutely torn up with the guilt of what that meant he had caused.

- - -

"What do you remember?" Oliver asked, unsure of why he was really curious all of a sudden. Maybe Mia didn’t even want to talk about it, but she didn’t seem like she minded.

"She was nice." Her ponytail bounced as she nodded her head continuing to eat her breakfast. “She was good with kids, she used to babysit when I was younger. Before I started school. And she could cook… but I mean… I guess if she couldn’t my dad would have made her anyway."

- - -

On one hand, Oliver couldn’t deny the bond him and Mia had. It was different then the one him and Roy had. It wasn’t really similar to him and Connor either, he did have to keep that in mind. But when he met Mia it just sort of seemed right. He didn’t think twice about urging her to come and help out at the Children’s center to get away from the life she was living. She didn’t even take five minutes to figure out who he really was. And he didn’t question for a moment letting a fifteen year old girl he just met come live with him.

What was there to question? It just seemed right.

But, on the other hand… if she was his daughter. If this wasn’t just a coincidence. It meant that everything that happened to her was his fault. Her living with a man who was abusive. Living with a man who raped her, and pimped her out to his friends. Living with a man like that for twelve years, all under the assumption that he was her father when… when he might not actually be.

And all because Oliver had to sleep with a girl and turn her away. He couldn’t have even… checked up on her to see how she was doing? It wasn’t like she had been some stranger.

- - -

"Do you remember her name?"

- - -

The results that the computer came up with were clear.

They had been clear the first, second, and third time as well. Not so much the fifth time, but every time after the results were all the same. There was no mistaking that his and Mia’s DNA matched. She was his daughter.

She was actually his daughter.

The thought kept running through his head as he walked towards her room knocking lightly before he let himself in, because he knew she was asleep. He had spent all day figuring out how to run these tests, and all night actually doing them. Oliver sat down on the edge of Mia’s bed and looked at her for a moment before leaning forward resting his head in his hands.

The joy a part of him had expected would probably come soon but for now, he just hated himself.

- - -

"Yeah." Mia’s face scrunched up like she was trying to remember something then she nodded. “It was Marianne."