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Midafternoon, Office in Iron Heights, Central City Missouri – Early April 2020

Barry Allen, standing next to Patty Spivot alongside Joe West as they face Gregory Wolfe, the current warden of this prison.

Trying to arrest the man for abuse of inmates alongside running a metahuman smuggling ring. Only has taken a wrong turn given Wolfe has revealed of having explosives ready to blow everything into pieces. Then to make matters worse Gregory’s wearing a metahuman detection device disguised as a wristwatch so if anybody gets near him it will set the bombs off automatically, or if his body functions were to change drastically as a dead man’s switch.

“Turn the device off, it doesn’t have to end like this,” Joe says.

“Yes, it does because I’m not letting you pigs take everything I’ve worked for,” Gregory says.

Only in seconds, a man wearing a green robe with a hood, pale face, and dull glowing emerald eyes appears out of thin air. Making a gesture with his hand ending any devices operating within Gregory’s proximity. Joe and Patty are mildly surprised yet Barry’s surprise quickly fades into relief mixed with joy over knowing who it is.

“Who are you? And how did you not set off the bombs if you are a metahuman?” Patty inquires.

“Because he’s not a metahuman, something else,” Barry says grinning “You're screwed now Wolfe.”

“Queen” Joe snarls drawing his weapon upon recognizing there’s only one person given his adopted son looks up like this.

Glaring in West’s direction The Spectre mentally causes the firearm to melt resulting in the police officer immediately dropping said object. Pressing his hand to Wolfe’s chest The Spectre watches as the monster collapses bleeding from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Alongside Wolfe's skin pales, and shrinks with immense hunger. Joe remains glaring at Oliver while Barry watches both alongside the site of Wolfe not even bothering him. Detective Spivot keeps her eyes scanning the situation yet mostly avoiding the dying monster.

“What did you do to me?” Gregory demands.

“I gave you the disease your original victim, a ten-year-old kid suffered from on your first-ever shipment. You’ve amassed power in human smuggling by paying off judges, lawyers, or congress members” Oliver replies icily “You will be dead in one hour, the exact time on taking the kid to die.”

“You are the monster! You're just as worse as you ever were” Joe says.

“Oh, for goodness’s sake, Joe shut up. I can’t say I agree with Wolfe’s fate but I for sure am not losing any sleep. And what kind of idiot are you firing your gun in a clear hostage crisis?” Patty replies.

“Don’t talk to me about excessive force Spivot, I’m a cop. Queen’s a monster and needs to be brought to justice” Joe says.

“Joe, I say this will all the love and respect I have for you, enough. I’m beyond fed up listening to you bad-mouthing my friend due to a pigeonhole view of reality. Besides Gregory’s a human slaver” Barry replies harshly “Contrary to what you think I do believe in the death penalty.”

“Call this in Detective Spivot,” Oliver says.

“I will, just don’t go running off just yet” Patty replies.

“You going to arrest me?” Oliver inquiries.

“Wouldn’t work. Meet me later, we need to talk” Barry says.

“Barry…” Oliver says beginning.

“For once I’m in agreement with the hooded freak, keep your distance. Especially for whatever angel of death your friend’s become” Joe says.

“You remind me of John Diggle, and like him I’m amazed you even became a cop with that attitude” Oliver comments icily.

“I can for sure understand why Lyla divorced Diggle and took the children. We need to talk Oliver, and you’ve been running away from your family long enough. I mean, do you think any of us would care if you’ve returned to killing? We’re not Felicity, Diggle or the new crew Felicity forced upon you” Barry replies.

“I might be busy,” Oliver says.

Scoffing in amusement “I’m sure for a dead guy you’ll find the time” Barry replies.

Smirking Oliver vanishes into thin air. Pulling out her cell phone Patty quickly dialing a number calls dispatch as another one of those days. Once that is complete, Spivot glances at her boyfriend.

“One of us should call Kara with Thea and the rest?” Patty asks.

“We will, just not right now,” Barry says, “Let’s get this done first.”

“You know sometimes Bar I don’t even recognize you anymore on your actions with Iris who’s supposed to be the love of your life, not Spivot. Or like the tense alliance involving the resurrected Lenoard Snart with Mick Rory returning to become Central City’s newest mafia players. Which I blame Queen for. I still don’t get what Cisco is even thinking of dating Lisa Snart of all people either” Joe says.

“And given some of your actions it makes me question how well I know you” Barry replies.

“Never mind your obsession setting up your daughter with somebody who was more of a sibling as they both call you dad. Just feels kind of wrong, among everything else. So not sure you should be condemning Barry or Cisco’s dating habits” Patty adds.

Shaking his head Joe walks out of the room as Barry and Patty look on briefly in a conflict of emotions. Both did once look up the man more, but recent events have changed that. Yet Barry pushes aside Joe's mess as his best friend is among the living. Only the Scarlet Speedster knows there is a lot needed to apologize for as after all is why his friend died years earlier.

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Early nighttime, Clarenden Hills District, Star City, Washington – Same Day

Kara Zor-El, more commonly Danvers Queen for last earthly names, is in her Supergirl outfit hovers in the clouds while glancing downwards into a particular house.

Inside is David Ghram, a scammer creating fake profiles for guaranteeing wonderfully made computer-generated art. When not just hacking into massive unprotected social media platforms for stealing their accounts, and selling non-existent items off people’s goodwill that others built up. Created very nice daily paychecks for these vile actions Kara notes, no different than a rapist. Just in another way.

To think Kara notes in guilt a few short years ago she didn’t even blink at ignoring going after crimes like this, defending the little man. Not until what went down on her former earth of Olivia Marsdin’s actions, The Daxmites or James stupidly running around as a vigilante, etc. Yet priorities changed when meeting one of the best she’s ever known in Oliver Queen.

During that wedding a conversation they had which started small changed both of their lives forever, Kara notes having a bittersweet grin. Even if their time was short wouldn’t change a moment, except maybe meeting a man who brought her so much joy, fulfillment, and understanding earlier instead. Somebody who saw everything, including the real Zor-El part of her without judgment.

Kara drifts over months post the Nazi invasion for how Oliver and she helped each other. Which meant resigning from DEO alongside CatCo. Before personally helping expose Olivia Marsdin as an illegal alien president, and Cat Grant as a hack reporter. Actions leading to both women being thrown in jail, which is where they belong Kara notes.

These events began damaging Alex and her relationship majorly, made worse by her low views towards Oliver. Plus, exposing Maggie as Alex’s girlfriend being a corrupt cop involved in the drug trade. Ironically when started paying more attention to street-level problems, not just being a weaponized lapdog for a government agency. 

Alongside not opposing the replacement for president who upon entering office, repealed Marsdin’s Aliens Act along with all special privileges. Even Kal didn’t agree with that law.

The final ending of the year follows Lex Luthor becoming a greater threat by using old DNA left behind by Doomsday, after her cousin, years back flew the monster near the sun following a very deadly battle, to become a mutated monster on his own. The Samatha/Regin thing was nothing more than a smoke screen, alongside Lena giving up her own life to recuse hers. Lex managed to infect her with a similar virus to turn her into a monster for Kal to fight.

Only instead of getting medical attention from an injury caused by her brother Lena created a cure instead. Following the Lex rampage, and getting brought back to normal by what little cure was left, Superman alongside her sent Luthor to the Phantom Zone. A very brutal beatdown of Doomsday aside and breaking his bones. Lillian Luthor was killed at Lex’s hand in a twisted way to eliminate weakness in the family.

Following these events, with not having anybody left on earth despite her cousin, and adoptive mother, she decided to make a more obvious decision had been putting off. Mostly due to the growing problems with moving over to this earth full-time to be with Oliver, and her other family for a fresh start.

Although not entirely for that alone having slowly discovered on her visits is a very uncomfortable realization, is neither her cousin nor she ever made it to earth despite Krypton existing. However, it didn’t stop the threats from slowly starting to brew without anybody on her power scale to protect it. Rao help them all Kara notes for a light shiver, if Zod, Doomsday, or Mongol ever arrive.

Mostly operates between Smallville, some miles outside of Star City in Washington DC instead of Kansas on this earth. Of course, the town has a quite rising discovery of metahumans when not helping here in Star City. Especially given a growing Luthor problem alongside Smallville being hit by a meteor shower from the remains of Krypton some years prior. Which is helping create metahumans besides those born naturally.

A brief grin crosses Kara's face upon remembering when having gathered all three of the stones merging into a crystal to create the Fortress of Solitude. On how Oliver was standing alongside. Pushing those memories aside Supergirl refocuses on the current threat, or one of them at least.

Flying down Kara lands on the roof then after a quick inspection of her X-ray vision locating David Ghram using his couch with various sodas around him while working from a laptop. In time it takes a human to blink, the last daughter of Krypton appears causing David fear upon realizing is no longer alone.

“What do you want? I’m not doing anything wrong” David says.

“Really? Creating various fake names and hacking people’s lives all for money? Their reputations? Endless harassing people nonstop? That’s not wrong?” Kara asks angrily.

“No, because these social media companies don’t care about the users, they just get money. They are more worried over losing big ad companies, police don’t really do anything even if you do go report us. Selling items is not that bad. Heck some of them even know my IP address or where I’m at and still don’t do a thing” David protests “I don’t get your problem.”

Supergirl fires off a blast of heat vision severely burning his right hand down to only a few bare muscles left. Walking over Kara grabs twisting said body part until hearing multiple bones breaking. David yells as tears fall while clutching his charred hand or what remains anyway.

“You will return all the money, let people have their social media accounts once more, and never start again. If you do none of this, I’ll know” Kara says in a far to ice calm tone “You will begin, now.”

“And what will you do then?” David asks boastfully despite his fear.

“I burned your hand, imagine what would happen if I did that to the rest of you?” Kara replies.

David gulps nervously while Kara speeds out of the house. Up in the skies, Supergirl hearing a ping on her earpiece stops, tapping on it.

“Hello?” Kara inquires.

“It’s Patty” a female voice replies.

“Oh hi, how’s it going? I heard about the arrest you made the other day, nice job” Kara says.

 “Um, no easy way but… Oliver’s alive. Barry and I saw him, hopefully, he will be stopping in later” Patty says.

Despite being an alien with powers far beyond those of mortals Kara freezes, and it feels like the air leaves her lungs. Because her husband is still living. All of never giving hope, moments where Kara knows that did occur, rumors of a hooded wrath in green slowly beginning spreading in the dark and everything collides into an emotional mixed bag.

“He’s alive,” Kara says smiling “Yes.”

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An hour later during nighttime, Apartment in Leawood District, Central City Missouri – Same Day

Hearing a knock on the door, Barry heads over, opening it to see Oliver wearing casual clothes: a simple brown leather jacket, a button-down shirt, and jeans, with some light stubble.

Grinning, Barry gestures for his friend to come inside before embracing Oliver in a hug that lasts a short while until Oliver steps back.

“Always got to push the hugs, don’t you?” Oliver asks jokingly.

“Eh sue me, you were dead Ollie,” Barry says.

“In a way, I still kind of am” Oliver replies.

“Right, you’re not fully back in the land of living as The Spectre are you? Is that why you are staying away, Roy, Thea, Quentin, Samantha, William, and Kara?” Barry questions. 

“It’s better, and what I’m doing now for dishing out vengeance is not even The Hood anymore Barry. Just yesterday a man who was a micro-managing control freak locked his kid in his room without food all cause the teenager decided to not be home for the family dinner they have every night and hung out with his friends. You know what I did to the scum, Flash? I made his stomach grow until it exploded. Right in front of the wife as her punishment for not doing anything to stop it. Just brushing everything under the rug as he was their dad, so they must respect him no matter what” Oliver says.

“You said it yourself the man was a monster with his wife being a failure of a mother. Somebody content in abuse of letting her kid suffer given to worried about upsetting her life. If you did fully believe in staying away, you wouldn’t be here either” Barry says.

Sighing “Yeah, and I do miss them” Oliver replies.

“Then go see them because I know they miss you. First dinner, as it’s being served” Patty says entering from another room.

“Hey Detective Spivot,” Oliver says.

“You can just call me Patty, Ollie. We’re off work and thank you for the recuse” Patty says.

“Just what we do,” Oliver says.

Frowning “Wait… can you even get hungry if you're kind of half dead or something as a ghost?” Patty asks.

“I can still eat just fine” Oliver replies in amusement.

“I’m glad you are here to share it with us,” Barry says.

“I am surprised to see you with Patty and the Flash is solo once more. Cisco and Caitlin seem to be busy restarting STAR labs” Oliver says.

Glancing off Barry has a pained grimace crossing his face with Patty moving over as the CSI gently takes Spivot’s hand in support. Oliver patiently waits as his friend looks once more towards the Angel of Vengeance.

“Maybe you are not the only person who’s still struggling. Following the Crisis when you rebooted the multiverse alongside killing the Anti Monitor, I realized a truth I’ve been running from. My relationship with Iris was worse than whatever you had with Felicity as she never cared about me, and it was not love but an obsession. This sped up the death of my best friend years before we could have done something, and my giving into Iris with Nora West… after my daughter willfully worked with Eobard” Barry pauses painfully “I am so sorry Oliver, I got you killed. I helped cause this.”

“I’m not going to lie a part of me once I figured out what happened alongside what The Voice above all told me, I was ticked. Yes, but I forgive you because you have changed. Not sure I’d be so forgiving if you didn’t” Oliver says.

“More than I deserve. I realized something else from those timeline changes is why Eobard never appeared during the Crisis despite how many times I’ve seen the dang newspaper from the future. Too much has changed and… been trying to work on becoming the man Eobard fears yet respects. There cannot be any We the Flash nonsense unlike what Iris thought” Barry says, “Also your wife was not impressed when I showed up at your funeral, Iris in tow.”

“Yeah, I don’t imagine she was. I remember Kara putting Iris in her place after Novu switched our bodies, and still didn’t get it for her drooling over me like a dog in heat” Oliver says.

Wincing “Not my best moment. You both were justified in telling her back off” Barry says.

“Did Alex show up to my funeral?” Oliver inquiries.

“Yeah, she tried to convince Kara that had nothing left on this earth and return for according to Alex. Needless to say, didn’t go over well” Barry replies “Did you… watch?”

“No, I just had a feeling,” Oliver says.

“After the Crisis with Barry starting to work a bit more on his own, it wasn’t long before he tracked me down in Midway City. We decided to give things another go, I’ve moved back here” Patty says.

“I’m glad you’re getting your life back on track,” Oliver says, “I know how that feels.”

“How so?” Patty asks.

“Let’s just say while Iris might have been the most toxic person in our lives, and I ended up becoming so selfish to put her above everyone, a good bit of Ollie’s former team kept him down. I was so blind with my issues I didn’t know the full extent of the damage done” Barry explains.

“During my dealings with corrupt FBI Watson trying to me down, Diaz and a civil war brought about by my team betraying me, forced me to reevaluate. Talking with Kara after the Nazis from another earth mess, helped but during that year for returning to more solo work. Gaining my family’s company back from its earliest start when my ancestors settled back when nothing more than Oregon territory, including others like Colonel Jeb Star” Oliver says.

“Oh yeah, I remember hearing about Diaz getting taken down with the corrupt FBI agent being exposed. Just one of endless picks from letter groups” Patty says.

“Yeah,” Oliver says remembering Amanda Waller.

“I don’t trust any of them and that’s before becoming The Flash. Not just from being crazy about my dad either. Obvious multiple gunmen in Dallas during November of 1963 just from ballistics, and too many witnesses disagreeing with the Warren Commission reports on JFK’s death died puzzlingly. RFK and MLK’s deaths are suspicious. Regan’s attempted assassin plus letting John Hinckley Jr. go free to now having a music career and selling paintings of his cat. I have my serious doubts about the recent wars we’ve been in,” Barry says in disgust.

“Yeah, beware the military and medical complexes. I’ve come across my share of corrupt politicians or agencies” Oliver says.

 “Wade Elling, Agent Smith from the NSA, Kara’s issues with the DEO alongside the illegal president on Earth 38. We could keep going on. News who still condemn us as dangerous vigilantes. Let’s not even get begin over political money laundering. Or the Ninth Circle organization you faced, with the Star City section being led by Emiko, Malcolm’s kid” Barry says.

“Yeah, more than one member on The List when I didn’t even know was a part of the Ninth Circle. Later discovered League of Assassins behind Shrieve, HIVE was helping Ivo alongside Kovar” Oliver says.

“I bet being an all-knowing wrathful vengeance helps,” Patty says.

“Maybe a whisper here or there, as yes, I am the vengeance for the One Above All but I’m not all-knowing. Even the Spectre in multiple versions in closed-off multiverse sections, either me or more commonly Jim Corrigan or possibly Hal Jordan are not omniscient. You don’t want that” Oliver replies gravely “Very rarely is it ever fully unleashed. Otherwise, you get Sodom and Gomorrah, the death killing all the first-born sons in Egypt, or the Great Flood. No doubt will be unleashed during Judgement Day on all of creation by helping send evil, including the One Below All into a Lake of Fire.”

“Well just very scary to say the least,” Patty says lightly shuttering.

Glancing off “Yeah, it is,” Oliver says grimly.

“Switching for lighter topics, I’d mention NCIS but let’s face that has been done for years now,” Barry says.

“Yeah, and I never could understand Tony with Ziva. It always seemed so forced, like he spent more time chasing her. Besides always liked Ziva with McGee, they had a connection from day one” Patty says, “Even Bishop with him would have been better.”

“Well, McGee does kind of remind me of well me,” Barry says.

“Yeah, it’s been done for over a decade. I remember checking up on a few things upon returning pop culture-wise and wasn’t impressed with how the show has gone” Oliver says.

“Wait… you watch TV?” Barry asks dryly.

Rolling his eyes “I know this is shocking but I do watch entertainment” Oliver says.

“Truly learn something new every day” Barry replies jokily “You ever seen Leverage?”

“Yeah, Kara showed it to me before a planned start to rewatching Clint Eastwood films,” Oliver says.

“Oh, good and you know” Barry starts yet gets cut off.

“If the next words out of your mouth are Robin Hood comparisons, I will put you into entirely unknown training given certain abilities I have now,” Oliver says gruffly yet without heat.

“You are very much Robin Hood-like, sorry. I have endless police reports to back it up” Patty says.

“Even Kara agrees you are like Robin Hood. Especially since returning to your old ways before all recent events” Barry says.

Oliver merely exhales.

“Are there any actual differences between the shows on Earth 38 and here?” Patty inquiries.

“The sequel show is a bit different in how the next main crew is made from some of the people the first Leverage team helped, and it’s not worldwide either. Nate is alive in the sequel show. Also, Eliot/Parker” Oliver begins.

Yet the conversation is halted upon hearing knocking as all three turn towards the sound.

“I know you are in there Oliver, I can see you. Literally” Kara says.

Between a mix of anxiety and joy for seeing his wife once more Oliver walks over to the door opening to see Kara Danvers Queen. Standing there in a dark color jacket, blue jeans, a tan-colored shirt with glasses and her hair pulled back Kara has a mix of emotions all over her face. Unshed tears in the alien’s eyes.

 “Kara I…” Oliver says.

“Don’t,  just glad you’re alive. Everything else can wait, and I get why you stayed away” Kara says.

Stepping forward Kara embraces Oliver in a hug as both wrap their arms around each other in a hug for embracing the feeling of warmth, tenderness, and love alongside relief for being back with each other once more. Eventually, they detach for stepping inside alongside Kara closing the door.

“How did you know I was here?” Oliver inquires.

Rubbing the back of his neck “I had told Patty earlier that when you showed to text or call Kara. You can shoot me with arrows in training if you want, but I stand by this one” Barry says.

“I’ll keep the arrows unnotched,” Oliver says.

“So, what’s for dinner?” Kara inquires.

“You guys are staying? I thought you would want to catch up?” Patty asks.

“It’s been a bit since we’ve been under one roof. And we could leave but the catching up won’t be much for talking” Kara says bluntly.

 Shaking his head in amusement “Sometimes I forget how not innocent you can be despite your act at times” Barry replies.

“I grew up in a society that every life besides my cousin’s and mine was done by birthing matrixes and mention of sex was forbidden if it was a sin. In certain cases even the act itself, and leaving your spouses to. Krypton was not like that originally, yet society eventually sent us there. Close to some religions here on earth. My father and uncle were fascinated by the older, more heroic golden years” Kara says, “The El households were a bit more allowing for exploring of emotions rather than something more akin to the Vulcans from that Star Trek show or Guardians of Oa.”

“Birthing matrixes? Yuck even despite my curiosity” Patty says.

“Even in our society while men had positions of power women had the ultimate authority, and men could not be tried for abuse if a female had committed it. Something that troubles me on seeing similar actions here on either earth” Kara replies.

Any further conversations end upon Kara’s phone ringing causing the super-powered vigilante to answer with a quick “Hey guys how is it going?”

“Well guessing you're talking to my brother? Or I hope you're talking right now” Thea says.

Lightly blushing Kara puts the phone on speaker “Your brother is here, and no just talking.”

“Hi, Ollie… just what the hell kept you away from home for so long? I mean seriously you’ve been alive, which have kind of heard rumors about a ghost in green popping up around the world. But you know we figured of a third time you were out. Only no you are still alive anyway and didn’t contact us? Are you kidding me?” Thea replies in a mix of emotions.

“Hey Speedy,” Oliver says awkwardly.

“No, not getting out of this so easily” Thea replies grumbling.

“Um, nice to know you're alive Ollie. If Thea gets ahold of you well, I’m kind of getting tired of coming to your funerals man” Roy says partially joking to hide the relief.

“Hey Roy, you sound good, and I heard you are the new Green Arrow. I’m proud of you” Oliver replies.

“Thanks… means more than you could know,” Roy says.

“So, enough bromance here boys, feels like a bad lifetime movie. Now Ollie, answers. What’s been going on?” Thea questions.

Exhaling “I was alive after the Crisis events on restarting the multiverse which was surprising. However everybody thought I was dead, and I decided to keep it that way” Oliver says.

“I get disappearing from the public view bro, but why us?” Thea replies.

“Because… I am The Spectre until I give up the role. A selfish part of me is not sure what happens if I move on to the afterlife, and being what I am now I’m killing again. Not even the necessity but unleashing brutal justice. That’s not something I wanted you guys around… or my son” Oliver says.

“Oh… I understand that. Still think you're being a total idiot in certain ways but” Thea says sighing “William misses his dad. And we miss you too, I’m glad you are back Ollie. Can we try to not do this a fourth time?”

“I’ll do my best,” Oliver says.

“Anyway, we don’t care about the killing. Do you think we would care if some garbage was burned alive by jet oil? No” Roy replies.

“That’s oddly specific,” Kara says.

“Like you already know Kara I tracked down Francis Dulmacher who was using his position in school and youth centers to kidnap kids. Pretty much stitching body parts together. Like swapping female to male or a reverse” Roy replies angrily, “On freaking kids.”

“What happened?” Oliver asks gently.

“I tracked down Dulmacher and took him down, broke some of his bones. Just the guy is a total sicko who I felt like dousing in jet fuel and lighting him on fire” Roy explains.

“You know the name rings a bell. Where, oh I ran across Dulmacher when started going after more street crime back on… the old earth. If it helps, I wasn’t nice when I ran across the monster either” Kara says.

“I remember you telling me about this sicko. The parents who didn’t even care that they were sending their kids to be around creeps like this are worse” Oliver says angrily. 

“And his lawyer Theodore Blackwell is attempting to get Dulmacher out. On you know violating his rights, assault, even connections with parent moral rights groups and anything else can think of before smuggling him elsewhere” Thea says, “Our one police detective overheard that conversation and contacted us.”

“Also been keeping an eye out on wrist computer on David Ghram listening and has done nothing,” Roy says in an unsurprising tone.

“Remain on patrol, we’ll handle it,” Oliver says.

“On it” Roy replies.

“Doesn’t take long for us to feel like always, huh?” Thea quips.

“Nope,” Roy says.

Kara ends the cellphone call while looking over having a look between surprise and desire upon watching Oliver in seconds no longer in civilian clothes. Rather is The Spectre alongside a handwave opens a portal overlooking…

“Is that Star City?” Patty asks in total disbelief.

“When you said you’ve got some new powers and even from what I’ve seen, I never… thought. Just holy crap it’s a portal to Star City in my house” Barry exclaims in shock “What are you unable to not do?”

“Can we be seen?” Patty inquires.

“No, I’m having us remain invisible” Oliver replies.

 “Good” Kara says, now fully as Supergirl “Let’s go.”

Walking through Kara drops down into the air flying after her target while Oliver disappears into a green mist along with the entranceway. After a moment Barry starts laughing upon realizing something.

“Care to share?” Patty inquiries.

“Just Oliver would point out at times that he didn’t have super speed or something traveling someplace,” Barry says.

Grinning “I can see the irony” Patty replies.

“Let’s eat our late dinner. I’m hungry” Barry says.

Rolling her eyes fondly “You're always hungry. If you didn’t have the money stashed away from Harr, Eobard left you in his will alongside STAR Labs you would have been broke a long time ago. Plus, you know Cisco’s food bars” Patty says.

“Which don’t have much in the room for taste, even after all these years” Barry replies.

“Something both of you could fix,” Patty says.

“Eh, we’ve been busy. As I recall you have a helpful science degree or two” Barry says.

“Not food science and besides if you geniuses decided to procrastinate on making better flavors that’s on you,” Patty says with a teasing grin.

“Yeah, well in recent months I’ve been very distracted by something else,” Barry says.

Leaning over Patty kisses Barry on the lips who eagerly returns it before breaking apart after a moment. Smiling the metahuman moves one of his hands down to Spviot's rear cupping it causing a groan.

“I’m suddenly in the mood for a different meal,” Patty says.

In less than a second of using some of his power, Barry has their clothes lying neatly folded on the ground while both are entirely naked. Patty smirking, for multiple reasons, one being the benefits of her boyfriend’s abilities as they resume kissing letting their hands drift all over the other with venturing over to a nearby wall.

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Nighttime, House in Clarenden Hills District, Star City, Washington – Same Day

Sitting on his couch, David types away with one hand, using voice commands to help, as nothing stops the quest for gaining more money from gullible people. Not even worried about Supergirl despite the original fear, as after all, the world is a big place, and calling the police about his unlawful attack. Plus, using various social messaging boards for all these rights organizations against the real criminals who don’t let honest people make a living. Those who force their way of living on others and use fear tactics.

Only his laptop vanishes in a blink David's blood turns to ice, his bones grow heavy, and fear overcomes him as slowly sees Supergirl standing there across the room. The device is on the ground, yet her face is natural despite her eyes glowing.

“I warned you,” Kara says.

“No, please, you don’t want to do this. Please, I’ll give the money back, please, I’m begging you. Have some mercy, I’m a human being,” David begs, falling to his knees.

“You’re not,” Kara replies.

Two red beams exit from Kara’s eyes while scorching Ghram’s flesh to fourth degree until passing out from the unbearable agony. Exhaling, Kara never likes being that harsh, but as learned from Oliver, plus upon deciding to stop hiding who she really is, well, it can be needed. Still remembers a suicide upon her first scammer case back on… the old world.

Never mind does come from a planet where it was the death penalty before, eventually the Phantom Zone for criminals got sent into a version of hell. There were not crime rates in certain areas of the earth has, mostly because society knew if you made choices for murder, stealing, or their versions of drugs, you paid a price. Although Kara does wonder in the later days if some of those sentences were done more for political reasons rather than justice. Goodness knows her father and uncle were threatened with Phantom Zone fate following their discoveries concerning Krypton.

Reaching down, Kara grabs the electronic device, starting to restore people’s accounts and their stolen money. Alongside publishing all of David Ghram’s actions, accounts, and info onto the internet. Given Krypton’s centuries worth of tech progress compared to earth, well, this is ridiculously easy. The process takes about a minute before Supergirl leaves.

Nighttime, Office in North District, Star City, Washington – Same Day

Behind his desk, Theodore Blackwell is busy getting the forms needed to get one of his major clients released, alongside suing the SCPD and the city once more for the actions of the vigilantes.

Suddenly, the lights go off while Theodore looks around until stopping upon noticing Oliver. However, before Backwell even utters a sound, the Spectre makes a passing hand motion, reducing the moral less lawyer into a rat before leaving. Not even worth any time spent, and for Blackwell, the rodent’s fate? Dies two days later from the night janitor killing it with rat poison.

Nighttime, Room in Starling General Hospital in North District, Star City, Washington – Same Day

Francis Dulmacher, a slender black-haired man, is laying in his bed with a broken left leg in three different places, broken ribs, and a cracked right shoulder, is quietly fuming.

Starting with his lawyer, who's taking too long getting him out, and next, how dare this vigilante even be allowed to exist.  After all, he is a doctor who is just helping people, alongside loving how rich he has become from his job.

Yet Dulmacher, hearing a knocking on the window, turns his head with his eyes widening in surprise, alongside fear upon seeing Supergirl floating outside. An inhuman freak who nobody really knows much about, and some confirmed sightings this past year or so.

“Hi, can you let me in?” Kara asks cheerfully, waving.

“Oh, you come back to harass me some more. I am a law-abiding citizen,” Dulmacher protests.

Suddenly, a dark voice replies, “She wasn’t talking to you.”

Francis looks over in alarm upon noticing the wrath of vengeance, as Supergirl enters through an opening in the wall made by energy. Dulmacher pales at how The Spectre’s face is obscure yet must be a trick. Given the shadows mixed with light make the wrath’s face looks like a skull. As if death itself has come to visit.

“Thanks, babe,” Kara says, grinning towards her lover before becoming a mask of ice-cold fury upon looking at the monster.

“What are you doing here? Come to threaten me after your Green Arrow buddy to confess or something stupid, as I’ve done nothing wrong. It won’t work because you heroes rely on a system we own, I have congress, any government agency I want, even the president. I have rights and the law in the US Constitution” Dulmacher’s rant is cut off.

Eyes flashing red, “Enough. You sickos hide behind the law when it’s convenient to you. Only don’t hesitate in crushing innocents for your revolting actions of sick experiments and trafficking,” Kara growls.

“Oh, please, the parents don’t care. I was just helping kids and anybody else who came to me” Dulmacher protests “You’re the real problem.”

“You’re a doctor, you disgraced your oath for the sake of a profit and evil. Brainwashing or gaslighting people for mutilating bodies, including kids,” Oliver replies angrily.

Suddenly, Dulmacher feels immense pain in his leg, beginning to burn all the way down to his bone. In moments, Francis can’t even yell upon getting melted into liquid wax. The last daughter of Krypton steps over, taking The Spectre’s hand in hers, giving a warm, reassuring smile.

Both leave from the entranceway, closing behind the couple. Rapidly, Spectre and Supergirl head for a gasoline tanker that has been overturned due to another car, from a drug using driver plowed into the vehicle. A few other cars got trapped as well in the ensuing chaos, with Oliver quietly using his powers to save one of the young kids from dying by healing his injuries. Plus, the Spectre decided to fix his eyesight so that he no longer needed glasses, and one of the adults of an old back injury.

Something that Kara quietly notices just fills her heart with how much she cares for Oliver. One of the most compassionate people the alien has ever met.

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Early Morning, The Loft, Star City, Washington DC – Following Day

Blinking, Oliver comes to, feeling a weight on his chest. He sees Kara lying asleep in his arms, both of them as naked as the day they were born. Neither caring about the sheets that are spread across the bed haphazardly. Grinning Oliver runs a hand through Kara’s long blonde hair, who lets out a low hum of approval while snuggling in closer, which of course starts arousing a different part of him.

Letting out a contented sigh, Oliver is glad for deciding to return to the living, at least among his family. Not sure if will return from being dead publicly a second time, but just see how the days go. Presently, Oliver, glancing down at his wife, is still sometimes in disbelief that this wonderfully alien yet human all the same woman chose to even date him. Let alone being married, somebody who, despite appearances, became one of his more trusted friends.

Even when having benched Kara on that first meeting while she was miffed, had an understanding. Allowed to see the layers beneath Kara’s façade and fell in love with the smart, funny, sexy woman that Kara Zor-El is. Even just personal things, on both desiring to relax for a change, on having downtime instead of burying themselves in work. Cause deep down there was always a fear, an unsettling realization of reality that he developed over the years, even before the island of could truly open to anyone for rejection.

Yet Oliver notes of Kara, moving a hand from her hair to run it down the smooth skin of her arm, still has a light layer of sweat in the coolness of morning. As one benefit of these powers is not a need for any red solar lamps, but neither worry about hurting the other. His musings are ended by the Krypton’s last daughter in his arms.

“Morning,” Kara says, partially sleepily “You’ve worn me out before, but even that is new.”

“Well, thank you,” Oliver replies, smirking, “And you have not stopped at all.”

Glancing up, “Nice to see you haven’t lost your sense of flattering ghosty,” Kara says.

“Really?” Oliver inquires in mirth.

“I’d figure works better than zombie,” Kara says.

“Huh, fair,” Oliver says.

Shifting slightly to run her hand up his now scar free chest “Besides… it means you can live with me until whenever I die. And I know that is one reason why you stayed away, cause you didn’t want to watch your family grow old, including William” Kara replies “For being human for all your life then realizing you are immortal until giving up being The Spectre, and passing onto the next world no doubt, scared you.”

“Yeah. I mean maybe I could give up being what I am now and not journey onto the afterlife. But I’m not even sure if that’s possible,” Oliver says.

“Guess the promise we made is null” Kara says.

“How are you doing with that?” Oliver replies. A promise that Kara made when they became truly serious is when his time came for growing old, she planned on using Gold Kryptonite, over his objections, to give up her long life and join him in age. Kara said that sure could use the Fortress method Kal did to ensure Lois gained a longer lifespan to match a Kryptonian’s, but didn’t really appeal.

“Ironically, I’ll live. I’ve seen one planet die, left another, and us… well, deal with our near immortality when the time comes,” Kara says.

“Fair enough,” Oliver says.

“Besides,” Kara says, grinning, “We have more pressing matters to attend to and missed time.”

Oliver and Kara kiss each other fully on the lips, passionately, lovingly, and desperately, causing a groan that gets only deeper as they grind their bodies into each other. Oliver runs his hands down Kara’s body, who, for the moment, keeps hers on either side while she straddles his hips. Eventually, after a few minutes, they break off yet gaze at the other, their eyes joining.

Gently pushing a strand of hair from his wife’s face, “Kara Zor-El, love you,” Oliver says.

“Oliver Jonas Queen, love you just the same. Thank you for coming back to me,” Kara replies.

“You want me to show you just how much I have missed you?” Oliver asks pointedly.

“Oh, for Rao’s sake, stop having pointless questions. Especially this early in the morning,” Kara replies in mild frustration.

Smiling Oliver kisses Kara once more as they run their hands over one another’s clothless bodies.

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Early Afternoon, Church, Central City, Missouri – November 28, 2017

Wearing his suit, yet having removed his tie to go with an open collar, Oliver hears footsteps.

Tensing for a moment, Oliver eases upon recognizing who it is, glances over seeing Kara approaching, sucks in a breath since she is once more in a blue, very form-fitting dress that hugs her chest, long blonde hair is flowing freely with her glasses. Oliver notes Kara does clean up nicely.

Meanwhile, Kara averts her gaze, not wanting to look too obvious as she glances over Oliver, whose suit fits his body perfectly. Or using her X-ray vision to peek, not that she would ever abuse her powers like that, Kara muses. Not like both know they don’t look good normally.

“Cisco texted you on Earth 38 for coming back over for the reception,” Oliver says.

“Yeah, told me. Also, he tried to get in touch with the Waverider, but so far, no show,” Kara says.

“I’m not surprised; it’s not like Sara returns much of anyone’s calls anymore,” Oliver replies, lightly bitter.

“I’ve heard things, and you seem to interact fine. Yet it doesn’t look like things are,” Kara says.

Exhaling, “I’m not feeling like talking about that,” Oliver says.

“No worries. I just thought you might want an ear that’s not connected to everybody else in your life. But if you want to brood quietly, hey, I get it,” Kara says.

Lightly smiling, “We used to be in a relationship. Sara was who I… well… this is why I don’t talk much. It’s hard to find how” Oliver says awkwardly.

Softly looking over, “Hey, I get it, I don’t like talking about personal either, truly personal that we care for. How to describe something you lost to people who just… can’t understand it,” Kara says tensely. “Heck, my relationship with Mon-El burned up into ash.”

“Sara came back from the dead, but I’m not sure if she ever fully came back. Or maybe she’s just embraced her worst personality traits for always preferring to run away. From Star City, Quentin, on only having her left… me,” Oliver says.

“Is that why you’re not around Felicity right now?” Kara inquiries.

Glancing over, “You are a reporter right now? Trying to get an interview?” Oliver asks tensely.

“What? No, sorry… just trying to make conversation. We don’t normally have actual discussions, not fighting for our lives,” Kara says.

 “Fair enough, just force of habit growing up. We have our issues. Felicity suddenly changed her mind, wanting to marry me at the same time as Barry and Iris, but I wasn’t going to take over my friend’s wedding. Even if I think… never mind,” Oliver says in self-irritation.

“You want to be treated better by the people around you? Want somebody who appreciates and understands the choices you make, even if not always agreeing?” Kara replies.

“Yes,” Oliver says quietly.

Stepping over the last daughter of Krypton places her right hand over the archer’s, giving it a light squeeze. Both enjoy the warmth, even if not daring to mention or pulling away. Appreciating the connection.

“It’s okay to want more for yourself, Oliver. You’re a survivor of hell for those years,” Kara says, “And I know a fighter.”

“So are you,” Oliver says.

“Well, I’ve learned not so much to cope with my PTSD and depression as rather just bury things. It’s why I act like somebody trying to emulate my cousin. Makes things easier for being around others, my sister included, as even my adopted family could never have handled the truly broken, bitter person I was. Clark did the best, yet felt like just sidestepping me. Kal’s a child of both worlds, only Krypton is nothing more than an idea, a Fortress. Every moment of my life, I live in a freaking hell that makes me nothing but rageful. Towards the Ruling Council, who considered Krypton invincible, Kal, for reasons at times, and even Alex deep down. I wonder if she just used me to gain advancement inside DEO. Recently, I feel more like a tool in DEO, except I don’t know what else or where else to go. Cat Grant and our wonderful lying president, Olivia Marsdin putting countless innocents at risk. Goodness Rao, does she tick me off” Kara replies in a quite rageful tone while stepping away, clenching her fists.

“I get that, not like you do, but there’s an anger in me just from the world’s fractured from how I used to see it, and being broken. Only like you’re the only ones who noticed, being unable to stand living if you don’t do something,” Oliver says.

Exhaling, “Yeah,” Kara replies.

“What’s the situation behind Olivia Marsdin and Cat Grant?” Oliver inquires curiously.

Exhaling, “Olivia Marsdin is America’s President on our earth. Well, she’s a Durlan alien who puts her self-interests above the people Marsdin is supposed to keep safe. That was her bloody job, but has an open Alien Amnesty Act, which all it does is let a flood of every race into the US. Including the Daxmites leading a massive invasion where I committed near damn genocide. Nobody has any clue what that even feels like…” Kara replies, a mix of pain, and grief, “I’m one of the last Kryptonians. I had to bloody my hands to save this planet, well, a handful of those who didn’t escape. Yet Marsdin is walking around like everything is perfectly fine. Cat Grant to, despite Olivia directing Air Force One into confronting the Daxmite Queen, only gets everybody killed besides herself, or Grant. And I hate myself for doing nothing.”

Stepping over Oliver takes her hand with meeting Kryptonian’s eyes as they just look at each other until the archer speaks.

“I truly am sorry, although I know probably hearing that isn’t going to help much. You’ve lived with this long enough to know that you'll never sleep well again. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, do something with that rage and despair,” Oliver says gently yet firmly. “Like Slade once said, you have two choices: escape or die.”

“The man who tried to destroy Star City, and killed your mother?” Kara asks curiously.

“Before, he’s a friend,” Oliver replies, “It’s complicated.”

“You have some interesting friends, then, and I can relate. I had to fight my Aunt Astra a few years ago. Never mind, I’m pals with Lena Luthor,” Kara says. 

“Problematic family?” Oliver questions.

“Her mother is an extremist nutjob and Lex Luthor, her brother, makes Malcolm Merlyn’s actions look like an amateur,” Kara says.

“I guess I’ll need to keep an eye on the Luthor family on this world then,” Oliver says.

“Did a bit of digging as nothing jumping out, but doesn’t mean those problems are not out there. What is unsettling if they are, I’m not sure you have anybody here able to stop them. I don’t even know if Krypton exists. But with the twenty-eight galaxies, alongside 52 confirmed earths yet infinite in the multiverse… never mind, I’m multiplying you’re stress issues,” Kara says.

“You're fine. I’m the one who put together kryptonite as a worst-case possibility,” Oliver says.

 “How did you even find out about that?” Kara inquires in a mix of curiosity and concern. Not at the fellow survivor, but rather on the substance itself.

“After facing the Dominators, Barry and I talked who mentioned your weaknesses. I might have quietly gone over to your earth to find some rock,” Oliver says.

“Just on the ground, from Lillian or Cadmus?” Kara asks.

“No, from a DEO facility,” Oliver replies.

Whatever words come out of Kara’s mouth next are in a rageful tone in her native language. Oliver doesn’t even flinch or move, just patiently remains. A woman who has the power of a god over mere mortals, and not once does he think about leaving despite her anger. Even if not directed at him either.  Oliver realizes, yeah, he’s starting to have a problem with his growing affection if this is the reaction.

“Kal was right not to trust DEO,” Kara replies bitterly.

“Organizations are run by people, and sometimes they are untrustworthy. Something Slade told me, of everybody is out for themselves, is sadly, I’ve experienced plenty instances,” Oliver says.

“Well, very optimistic of you,” Kara quips.

“I have my moments,” Oliver replies.

“Still, I’d rather you have that rock as one of the only vigilantes I trust. Certainly not James” Kara says.

“James?” Oliver asks curiously.

“A friend of mine who was my cousin’s first, and Olsen decided to become a vigilante after his father’s camera got stolen. No training, just put on a bulletproof suit Winn made for him, then they act like I’m the bad guy when finding out,” Kara says.

Blinks “I… Olsen became a vigilante after his father’s camera was stolen. That must be the stupidest reasoning I have ever heard, and I work with Curtis Holt. While the whole needing tragedy to be a hero is insulting to every military officer, firefighter, police officer, and EMS serving, yet that’s just stupid,” Oliver says.

“I refuse to help. Though I have been tempted to call you for training,” Kara says.

“Next time you get the urge, do so. I’ll see if Olsen is something more than a weekend idiot going to get an innocent person killed,” Oliver says.

“Well, if I get any urges, it won’t be for training Guardian,” Kara replies, only to blush.

“Didn’t realize you felt that way. So, the comment you made regarding our Earth X counterparts?” Oliver inquires.

“First, they were Nazis,” Kara says.

Nodding, “Understandable reason,” Oliver says.

“Well, uh, my feelings are complicated. I know you are very attractive from the first meeting, and I do consider you a friend, the more we interact, beyond that don’t know,” Kara says, “Plus, as much as Barry’s my friend given what telling me for Iris and his earth 2 counterparts, I’d rather make my own choices.”

“Yeah… I can understand that. You are beautiful, and the more we have talked, I feel a sense of relief, or connection that I haven’t felt in a very long time, Kara” Oliver answers, “But my track record in relationships not being great is a massive understatement.”

“My first ever crush I had was a teenager named Kenny Li, who was the first to discover my secret, accepted me as different. I often wonder if he wasn’t murdered on truly understanding every side. James was so short I wouldn’t even care to call it dating. Barry is fixated on Iris. Mon-El is less of a Daxmite and more of a playboy jerk. A horrible idea,” Kara explains, having a face of revulsion.

“For my relationships, well, you already know how they went,” Oliver says.

“A little, but you can tell me when you’re ready,” Kara says before grinning. “You know I have a silly idea. Let’s just get away from this wedding neither of us wants to be at and go do something.”

“What?” Oliver inquires.

“I don’t know, just go someplace in the world, or could just do something I doubt either one of us does much of for relaxing by a TV,” Kara says.

“Sounds good. What did you have in mind?” Oliver asks.

“You watch TV, right?” Kara asks teasingly.

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, “Yes, I do watch TV, and I have streaming set up,” Oliver replies.

“Huh, have you ever seen Leverage? Wait… does it even exist on this earth?” Kara wonders in confused curiosity.

“I think it does, I remember when I first came back, Thea mentioned it on a movie night I never got to cause of my nightlife,” Oliver says.

“Well, I think you’ll like the show. Oh, your son is not at your apartment, is he?” Kara inquiries.

“No, he lives with his mother full time at my request. Some nights when I come home, I’d rather William not see me like that,” Oliver explains.

“Like what?” a voice asks.

Both Oliver and Kara turn to see Alex standing there by the doorway with Barry, and Iris trailing not far behind.

“Where have you been?” Alex inquires.

“Out here,” Kara replies.

“I’ve been ready to go for the last ten minutes, given I have a date with Maggie tonight. And you go running off. This is like prom all over again,” Alex says.

“Hey, now she ran off to see my favorite, and hot as hell archer with those muscles I could run my hands over for days,” Iris says, licking her lips. “I can’t be too upset.”

“Even if I were straight, not sure I’d go for that,” Alex says in disgust.

Oliver merely exhales, noticing how Barry stands there silently, taking his wife blatantly trying to flirt with another man on his wedding day. Feels some respect for his friend drop, never mind Iris can’t even flirt all that great either. Like Iris West is the type of woman that Moira Queen raised him to be very cautious against, wanting nothing but the last name of Queen with the wealth. Although, ironic how his mother never seemed to mind Laurel dating, even the possibility of marriage, despite the fact Laurel at times felt more concerned over her plans than him.

“Not like that, and Alex just since you prefer women doesn’t mean you need to be nasty,” Kara says.

“I’m not being nasty, and you sure there’s nothing?” Alex asks.

“Of course, there is something,” Iris says hungrily.

“Enough, Ms. Allen,” Oliver replies, snapping, “I’m not some piece of meat for you to drool over.”

“It’s not Ms. Allen; it’s Mr. West, right, babe?” Iris says, turning to her husband, smiling.

“Right,” Barry says reluctantly, “This is just how she is.”

“I mean, one reporter to another, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind an exclusive interview with” Iris says, yet gets cut off.

“Like he said, enough, your husband is standing right there. Do you have no respect? Besides, I would not do a three-way interview with you, Iris West, if I were on red kryptonite,” Kara says bluntly.

“Hey, don’t talk to my wife like that,” Barry says angrily on her behalf.

“Now you find your voice?” Oliver asks rhetorically.

“He’s right, you're kind of being mean to the bride on her wedding day,” Alex says.

“Yet Oliver just supposed to take West treating him like that? Tell me something, sis, if it was him treating Iris like that, would you be so fine with it?” Kara points out.

Frowning, “Kara, what’s gotten into you, back-talking people like this?” Alex inquires.

“Just go back home, Alex, I’ll be along when I’m ready,” Kara says.

“I don’t know the code to the storage box where Cisco has them stored. What do you mean you're not coming? How are you getting back home?” Alex inquires.

“You think that’s the only device Cisco has made for cross-world travel?” Kara replies.

“Fine, but you'd best be back early. Cat Grant has a new interview for you to line up with the President for lessening up tyranny restrictions on this backwater, deploring outcries on aliens being locked out. J’onn has got a possible lead on Cadmus holding facility for innocent,” Alex says, yet gets cut off.

“Just… please stop,” Kara replies tiredly. “This is why I need a break from all of that. I mean, we just stopped an invasion from Nazi’s, and almost had my heart cut out.”

Alex flinches at that reminder, for maybe should back off a little.

“Oh, I bet your counterpart was one lucky woman being married to” Iris says dreamingly.

Seeing Kara’s expressions are quietly running low on patience from all the pressure and a barrage from both women, Oliver quietly steps in front of her. Given Oliver knows no doubt will ever be great at defending himself, but will not let another person be harassed.

“This conversation is over,” Oliver says, his voice gaining a sudden, slightly icy edge. “Kara will be back when she feels like Alex, and Barry go dance with your wife.”

“I’d much rather dance with” Iris starts while at once Alex begins, “Actually, I am her handler, so.”

“I’m not suggesting you stop, I’m telling you,” Oliver growls, dropping any politeness, fully letting out his darker side.

Barry opens his mouth, only a glare from Oliver causes the speedster to stop. Alex unconsciously steps backwards, suddenly realizing standing in front of something far worse than James as a vigilante. Iris thinks about talking, yet seeing a spark of red in Kryptonian’s eyes, while Kara, despite feeling rage, has a growing warmth for Oliver’s protectiveness.

Alongside a feeling of attraction increases seeing the archer like this, and Kara Zor-El wonders if she’s screwed feeling like this for a human. A species her people considered nothing more than mindless apes, and bonding with a race outside of Kryptonian was punishable by death, even in Krypton’s early days. Sometimes the blonde survivor has started to question over the years just what kind of race has come from. Kara is brought from her thoughts by the emerald archer’s voice.

“We’re leaving,” Oliver says.

Stepping back, Oliver glances at Kara whispering a location in her ear, then, despite an amazement of having that kind of trust placed in her, the Kryptonian grins, grabbing his arm. Matter of heartbeats later, Kara and Oliver vanish in a blink, following Kara using her speed, leaving three bewildered individuals behind.

For Oliver and Kara, while this day was seemingly insignificant, at first, only would later realize how much. Not just between each other, but the following day, alongside a promise to keep visiting, changes which would affect endless lives. The emergence of Kara and Oliver both getting their lives back on track.