The poor wrestling dummy was suffering Olivia's ire. There wasn't just one thing wrong; everything went wrong. She lost her cool, and her father didn't want to see her for one more second. This trip had been a failure. She'd failed herself, and she'd failed Bats.

Maybe she had been thinking out loud because Diggle decided to step in for the dummy and really help her out. He challenged her attacks and even managed to talk her down. One of the benefits of knowing Oliver Queen better than she, his daughter, did. Olivia tapped out and unwrapped her gloves as she walked over to rest on the ledge, the stairs to her back. John grabbed his water bottle and joined beside her.

"You know, Oliver? He doesn't trust. It's not who he is," he ominously said and took a sip of his water as she eyed him over her bottle.

"What does that mean?" Allie asked.

Diggle thought about something before he talked. "I was mad at him, too. Not that long ago."

"Yeah? What about?"

"After everything we've been through, I couldn't fathom why he didn't trust me. But then I realized he couldn't. It's not who he is. I was angry at myself for thinking he was someone that he clearly isn't."

"Who is he?"

"Oliver Queen is... dark. He doesn't trust. He doesn't love. He was able to fool Ra's and join the League because inside, he is every bit as dark as they are. So I guess you should be proud that he doesn't approve of you."

"That's gonna be a bit hard," it was her turn to be ominous.

"Why's that?" Diggle asked, brow raised in curiosity.

"Because he's my father," she blatantly revealed.

"Allie..."

"Ollie, actually. Olivia Lance, at your service," Oliver's daughter introduced herself.

"Laurel?" Diggle put it together. "But ho-"

"I'm from the future. I fought against my freaking boss, begged him to let me travel back so I could meet him," Olivia thrust her hand in the direction of the bow case. "I broke time laws to come see my father, and he wants me gone farther than he can throw me."

"He doesn't know who-" Diggle began to defend the man he was critiquing not minutes ago.

"He can't know. And even if he could, I'd want him to know me as... me first. So I know that he approves of me without bias of me being his daughter."

Diggle smiled as she got riled up. "You know, without knowing who you were, I thought you and Oliver were pretty similar."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Ollie eyed him, recalling his recent opinion of her father.

"Good for you, I guess," Diggle chuckled.

"I don't know what hurts more," she jumped up on the ledge, "never knowing him, or knowing that he hates me."

Before John could reply, alarms went off in the bunker. Diggle ran to the screens to evaluate the situation, but Ollie stay sitting on the railings. Felicity flew past her, running to the computers, Oliver coming behind her.

"Darhk's making a prison break, let's go!" He revealed as he stormed to his suit chamber.

Diggle jogged off to suit up, but Allie remained seated.

"You're... not going?" Felicity asked, confused as they could probably use all the help they could get on this one.

Allie sarcastically smirked. "Sorry, I'm grounded," she threw her hands up.

Felicity simply took it as nothing more than sarcasm and returned to her screens. "SCPD is twelve minute out."

"Make it green, Felicity," Arrow ordered her to make sure all the appropriate teams caught green signals on their drive so they could get to the prison as fast as possible.

Arrow and Spartan arrived on their bikes, and the green archer shot a grapple to the roof to find a new entry. Spartan weaved through the riots and police force inside, aiming to meet Arrow at the central chaos. Inmates alone were tough, but guards changing sides added to their list.

"We need back up!" Spartan shouted in the comms, knowing Arrow would never.

"We're almost there!" Sara responded. She and Thea were on their way back from chasing Malcolm.

"Go," Felicity turned around from the screen.

"He doesn't..."

"It's not his call. Well, technically, it is, but you have... whatever you have. We need your skills out there."

Allie was mulling it over when distraught sounds from the comms helped her make up her mind. "Here goes nothing."

"Ms. Lance, 9 months ago, I made your daddy a promise. I told him what I would do if he betrayed me."

Allie was outside by now. She didn't need him to say it for her to know. He only had one move.

An arrow zipped through the comms.

"Impressive. Now where was I?"

He made no noise to signal if he had been hurt. Probably not.

"Oh, yeah. I want you to give your father a message from me.

"I want you to tell him..." Darhk was determined to shove the arrow through the woman, but a force held him back.

Allie ran in. "No!"

He chuckled. "There's my favorite girl."

She didn't have anything to say to that. He knew.

Darhk walked towards her. "At least someone likes you. I guess," he turned his head down, aimed just right, "daddy prefers sons."

Arrow groaned, trying to rip through the force holding him back.

Allie scoffed dryly. "He hasn't seen the best of me, yet!" To prove her claim she went at Damien Darhk, engaging him in a hands on battle.

"Ra's, was it?" Damien gasped as he slid across the ground, hand braced on the floor. "Can't get enough of making soldiers. Knights. Archers. And now, you!" He attacked her with the force but she dodged it. "But he just can't fill my spot."

"You wish you were me!"

Her flaring eyes warned him and he created a force field just in time to oppose her own. They were locked in a push back, their weapons pressing against each other like poles.

Arrow struggled against the force still holding him back. She was holding her own against Darhk, but it wouldn't be for long, he could tell by the blood dripping from her nose. It was taking all of her to hold Darhk back. Maybe if he could slip out of Darhk's hold, weaken him; give her the edge.

Gun shots rang in the hall and Allie was momentarily distracted. Andy Diggle came through the door, holding the last item. With the dead bodies and the idol, Darhk summoned his strength and sent an extra pulse at his opponent, sending her hurtling back into the wall across.

He couldn't even scream through the freeze.

Darhk walked to her, whispered something, and walked out of the prison. The spell finally lifted. The captured team Arrow fell to the ground catching their breaths, but Oliver ran to her.

"No! No, no," he slid on his knees and quickly turned her over in his lap. Her body was bruised all over, blood trickling from her nose, ears, and even through her closed eyes.

"Hey, hey. Look at me. You're gonna be all right," he stroked her face, pushing her hair out of the way.

"Oliver..." someone called his name but that wasn't the one he wanted to hear.

"You're gonna be all right. Come on," Oliver held her hand, hoping to syphon some life into her.

"Call Barry," he said to someone, and two minutes later he was gone.