"Call me Black Canary," the Maiden said. "It's simple. I got on the wrong side of some drug dealers. They wanted to kidnap me. Oliver saved me, and I owed him my life, so I had to help him."
Schiller leaned against the wall with his head lowered, seeming to struggle to breathe. Black Canary finally could not hold back any longer. "There should be an infirmary on the ship. Are you really not going to get checked out? You look... you look like you're about to die."
"From your lips to God's ears, miss. But believe me, you can't just stab Amanda with a knife. It won't accomplish anything. Everyone on this ship is one of her people."
Black Canary pressed her lips together. "I know what happened. They set a trap for Oliver in Mexico and created a misunderstanding between him and his longtime partner. I practically witnessed the whole thing, but by the time I wanted to help, it was already too late."
"The truth is, I met him too late and never figured out what was really going on. Otherwise, I definitely could have helped. To make up for it, I followed him all the way back to Gotham."
"He didn't agree."
"That's right. Because of his damned macho pride. He thought it was dangerous, and that I should stay somewhere safe and wait for him to handle everything himself, even though he might not be able to handle it."
Black Canary realized she was getting too emotional, so she took a deep breath. "Fine, that's between the two of us. Let's not talk about it for now. I never really wanted to kill that woman. I just wanted to distract her. I needed Oliver to win."
"I know it looks reckless and impulsive to you,