Oliver Queen sits quietly in the booth staring out the window. He doesn’t expect to eat and feels it’s enough just to be invited along. He’s so often overlooked by his parents and when he does earn their attention he tends to regret it. He is chronically reminded of past bad behavior he’s outgrown or sought to make amends for. Oliver has been punished — some would say unduly so when compared to his crimes. […] He just ambles along, constantly trying to do better, stumbling sometimes. At times even throwing himself on the ground to catch someone else’s fall, for which he’ll blame himself. No Oliver doesn’t make a scene about the things in life that aren’t fair to him — of which he has seen more than his fair share. He just sits in the booth nibbling on the dried scrambled eggs and burnt toast his parents give him to “feast” on. He takes slow, unsure bites because even though he’s allowed to live, err, eat, he never knows how long the goodwill will last. Soon he’ll be given another empty plate. Oliver is flawed but he is redeemable. He is already redeemed in many ways. [x]
I have a question to followup your latest post. Would the situation change at all if there were original characters, in an original setting, writing a fanfic about a copyrighted work?