Well, this was entertaining to write. I had to remind myself I didn't need to write an entire story, I just needed to have enough plot for this one chapter. If it seems weird, that's probably why.

Prompt from gammaxmen: I think for your first Emerald Steel, you should have Supergirl fight Cupid when she kidnaps Oliver. Show her who owns Oliver's heart. Chain and lock.

This takes place around the beginning of Arrow Season 6. Also, my apologies if I butchered Cupid's character - I only know what I looked up about her. And apologies if I've screwed up canon . . . it's loosey goosey in this book.

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Oliver honestly wished Carrie Cutter would decide whether she believed he was the love of her life or that love was a complete and utter lie. And would stop showing up at the worst times possible. Though it made a sick kind of sense that she would show up when he was on a date with his girlfriend.

"So," he began, wincing as he rolled his head around. Wow, that drug had packed a punch. "I see you got out of prison."

"I did," Carrie folded her arms, smirking as she stood in front of him. "I got out and I came to find the man I'm meant to be with, except what do I find in all of the gossip columns? My man, with another woman on his arm."

Oliver just barely held back from rolling his eyes. Gossip columns. They always tried to find a way to paint a picture of Oliver's love life that was never true. For instance, this time around, they were trying to show his girlfriend was a journalist he was trying to seduce into writing things the way he wanted them written, or she was a gold digger looking to getting a big break in her writing career.

Like Oliver could really tell the gossip columns how they really met.

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"Team Arrow is here," Felicity pointed to Oliver, John, and Thea before turning to face the five on the other side of the hangar. "Team Legends is here." She spun around, tilting her head. "Is that everyone?"

"I think so?" the newest Wells on Team Flash, called H.R., answered, though he didn't sound too sure of himself.

"Nate and Amaya are back watching the Waverider," Sara explained. "The newbies."

A whooshing sound and a flash of grey-blue diverted Oliver's eyes from Sara to behind the computer stations. Barry and Cisco jumped out of a swirling mass of grey and blue energy . . . and they weren't alone. Oliver couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he took in the blonde woman with them, dressed in what could have passed as a blue and red cheerleading outfit, a red cape falling just past her knees. "That was cool," she giggled, grinning widely.

"Guys!" Barry grinned, leading the two into the hangar. "Thanks for coming."

"Barry, I thought you were bringing an alien," Oliver's eyes slid back to the blonde woman.

"And, yeah," Barry nodded, looking back at her as well with a smile, which the blonde returned. "We did." He turned back around, gesturing to the blonde woman. "Everybody, this is my friend, Kara Danvers. Or, as she's known on her Earth, Supergirl."

Oliver considered the blonde – Kara – as she rubbed her hands together and gave everyone a shy smile. "What makes her so super?" Jax asked from where he stood behind Sara.

Barry got a mischievous look in his eyes that Oliver wasn't certain he liked. "Well?" he prompted, looking behind him at Kara.

Kara took a deep breath, then bent her knees and jumped. Oliver heard Thea gasp beside him as Kara flew into the air, then her eyes lit up blue-white. Beams of light shot from her eyes, and Oliver quickly turned to see the beams trace a symbol into the concrete between his team and Sara's. When she was finished, smoke was rising from the burning symbol Kara had carved into the concrete: the same symbol on her chest, an S in a diamond crest.

Oliver turned back to Kara, seeing her smile proudly at the stunned looks she was receiving. "I'm convinced," John mumbled faintly from next to Oliver.

"Best team-up ever!" Felicity squealed as Kara flew back down.

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Yeah . . . that wasn't something he was going to share.

But he could worry about false stories about his love life later. "Carrie," he said slowly, testing the give on the ropes tying him to the chair. "You're delusional. Just let me go."

"I can't do that, lover," Carrie shook her head, walking over and putting a hand on his face. "You're staying with me, where you belong."

Oliver winced, already knowing how this was going to go. "Carrie, please. Let me go, and nothing has to happen."

Carrie scoffed, giving him a disbelieving look. "I'm keeping my eye on you. You won't escape."

Oliver shook his head. "I'm not the one you need to worry about."

"What do I need to be concerned about?" Carrie rolled her eyes, her voice covering up the sound of boots landing on concrete. "Your team?"

A polite cough sounded behind Carrie, making her gasp and turn around. "No, actually," Supergirl's smile was all teeth as she strutted forward, fists on her hips. "Me."

Carrie's jaw closed with a click, and she released Oliver to draw one of her heart-tipped arrows, aiming at the Kryptonian. "Stay back," she warned.

Supergirl arched a blonde eyebrow. "I have a better idea." She stepped forward, pointing at Carrie. "You step away from the mayor."

Carrie gritted her teeth, drawing her bow to full draw. "I'll shoot."

Supergirl stopped, then held out her arms. "Then shoot me."

Carrie did without further ado, and Supergirl swatted the arrow aside without a care in the world. Carrie's eyes widened, and she quickly drew another arrow, shooting again. Supergirl faked a yawn, holding up her hand and letting the arrow snap when it hit her palm. Carrie's breath was coming faster as Supergirl sauntered forward, and in a last ditch effort, she pulled a knife from her belt and rushed Supergirl, aiming for her heart. The blade shattered against her skin, and Carrie stared in horror at the hilt she held in her hand. She didn't even hear Oliver attempt to stifle his snickers as she slowly looked up into the burning blue eyes of the heroine in front of her. "What are you?" she whispered in horror.

Supergirl's grin looked just like a shark. "I'm Supergirl, stupid," she answered, bringing her fist back and knocking Carrie out with a single punch.

Oliver watched the redhead drop like a sack of potatoes, then let out a breath and looked up at Supergirl. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Every second of it," she agreed, toeing Carrie out of her way and hurrying over, moving behind Oliver to check the ties securing him. One quick flare of her heat vision, and the rope fell from Oliver's wrists. "Are you OK?" she asked in concern, moving back in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Oliver nodded, looking past her to Carrie. "I just wish she'd stop stalking me already."

Supergirl narrowed her eyes at Carrie. "You made her sound like not that big of a deal."

"Well, that's because she was in prison and therefore wasn't that big of a deal."

"Obviously she is now," Supergirl muttered.

"Hey," Oliver put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. "She's obsessed with me. It's one way only. I feel nothing for her, OK?"

"I know," Supergirl nodded slowly, then started to smirk. "I know."

"Oh, do you?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

Supergirl smirked wider as the wail of police sirens approached. "I know," she confirmed.

Oliver stepped back in surprise as Supergirl took off and out the window, frowning. What did she have in mind?

***

As soon as Oliver was escorted into the police station by Dinah, he was ambushed by his Deputy Mayor and Chief of Staff. "You OK, Hoss?" Rene asked at once.

"What happened?" Quentin demanded.

"Cupid," Oliver sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "I was waiting for Kara to arrive from National City, and she drugged me."

Quentin scoffed. "She never learns, does she?"

"You'd think," Oliver watched as officers led Carrie in.

A clatter of heels drew his attention. "Oliver!" a familiar voice called.

Oliver turned to see his girlfriend burst through a line of officers, dressed for their date in a black off the shoulder sleeved dress, her hair tied back in a French braid bun. "Kara," he began to say, moving towards her.

The rest of his words were cut off as Kara grabbed his shoulders and kissed him with a ferocity he had never gotten from her except in private. It took him a few seconds to respond, but then he kissed her back, ignoring they were surrounded by the Starling City Police Department for a moment.

At least, until he heard an inhuman screech and shouts from police officers. "You bitch!" Carrie yelled, and Oliver and Kara broke from their kiss to see Carrie thrashing and trying to escape the officers trying to yank her away. "He's mine!"

"Really?" Kara smiled innocently as John approached from where Kara had come from, Oliver's best friend desperately trying to hide a smirk. "I'd say otherwise."

"I told you you're delusional," Oliver shook his head, winding his arm around his girlfriend's waist. "Kara took my heart, locked it away, and decided to hide the key."

Kara flashed a dangerous smile at Carrie, and Oliver had to hide his smirk as he remembered the first time he had seen that smile. Funnily enough, it was also the first time he had seen something in Kara that made him interested in her.

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"Dr. Heywood!"

"Don't 'Dr. Heywood' me!" Oliver turned around at the hostile tone in the historian's voice, and he held back a groan when he saw the three suits approaching Nate, the historian meeting them before they could come any further into the hangar, his eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I like parties," the man in the lead smiled. "And I'm here for the mop-up."

"Cover-up," Nate corrected, narrowing his eyes. "But you can't cover this up."

Oliver scowled at the small chuckle Agent Smith let out, and he stepped forward, about to intervene, when a clatter of heels interrupted him, and a blonde head poked around Nate. "Agent Smith!" Kara greeted cheerfully, and Oliver stopped in his tracks as Agent Smith's head whipped to Kara. "It's so funny seeing you here!" Kara continued, stepping around Nate to speak to the agent. "I was just having the loveliest chat with your president about you. I was telling her, on my Earth, we have a Department of Extranormal Operations, which deals specifically with aliens. She thought it was an excellent idea." She stepped closer, and her tone became much colder. "She also loved my pitch about reassigning you to Antarctica."

Agent Smith glared at Kara with a mixture of fury and disbelief; behind her, Nate was sinking his teeth into his lip to avoid guffawing. Behind the agents, Oliver's eyebrows shot up, and he hid his grin by lifting his champagne glass to his lips. Kara then gave Agent Smith the prettiest, most dangerous smile he had ever seen, gave Nate a supportive one, then strutted off, preening like a peacock. Nate watched her go before grinning at Agent Smith. "Maybe next time, you're a little nicer to strange visitors from another planet," he advised.

Agent Smith sneered at Nate before turning around and storming off, his other agents following. Oliver stepped aside to let them leave, then snorted when Nate shouted one last cheeky remark. "Pack a jacket!"

He heard snickering from behind them, and Oliver and Nate turned to see Kara's shoulders shaking as she hid her grin behind her champagne glass, Cisco and Felicity laughing behind her. Oliver tilted his head, looking at her with newfound respect before nodding and tilting his glass in her direction. Kara's cheeks turned slightly red, and she returned the gesture. They took a drink at the same time, and Nate shook his head. "She is something else," he told Oliver.

"Yes, she is," Oliver agreed. "She definitely is."

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"He's mine!" Kara called as one last parting shot as Dinah walked over to join the officers, giving Carrie a particularly rough yank to take her away.

"I'll call Lyla and tell her Cupid's coming back," John muttered.

"And I'll see if I can save that reservation of yours," Rene added, pulling out his phone.

Oliver sighed, tugging Kara closer to him as they left the station. "I'm sorry, Kara," he apologized. "This isn't how I wanted tonight to go."

"To be fair, a lot hasn't gone how we've wanted it since the image of you as the Green Arrow was leaked," Kara said quietly, leaning her head on Oliver's arm.

"But Cupid . . . " Oliver shook his head.

"Hey," Kara stopped him, pulling him to the side and putting a hand on his cheek; her touch was much better than Carrie's, Oliver decided. "It's OK. I'm just glad I got to you."

"That was so satisfying to see," he admitted, making Kara giggle. "My girlfriend saving me from my obsessive stalker."

"That's a bit cliché," Kara mumbled, ducking her head.

"My superhero," Oliver teased, unable to help himself.

"Stop it!"

"Make me like you did earlier," Oliver challenged with a grin.

Kara blushed. "I can't believe I did that."

"I'm not complaining."

Kara's face turned even redder. "You wouldn't."

Oliver just beckoned with his finger, and Kara wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up and kissing him. "My Supergirl," he whispered.

Kara beamed up at him. "No one else's I'd rather be."

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Not too sure how I did with this prompt, but hey, I was pretty happy with what I did. I hope you guys agree!

So now that you know the basics of what this book will look like, anyone else have other prompts for me? ;)

Next time from gammaxmen: Or instead of Snart, Barry recruits Sara for help with breaking into ARGUS, kind of like "A Call Away?"

I'm really looking forward to this one.