And here's the final part. :) Team Arrow vs Onyx and her men, Dig gets the chance to redeem himself, Quentin works his magic, and find out what Malcolm and Laurel have been doing behind the scenes.

Enjoy!

***

"Traffic cams picked up Reynolds heading north on Hillcrest," Curtis told the team. "The only things out there are souvenirs and the Haselby Grand."

"A hotel's a great place for an ex-spook to stash a go-bag and try to slip out with the tourist crowd," Rene remarked.

"Makes you wonder if his old crew tipped him off, or he's just the luckiest target in the world," Felicity snorted.

"Either way, there are hundreds of people in that hotel, so if they disperse the gas – "

"They won't," Dig cut her off. "Let's move out."

Curtis tilted his head, thinking. "Did he forget to say 'suit up,' or was 'let's move,' like, his version of 'suit up?' Because, personally, I like 'let's suit up,' 'cause then it just lets you know that you – "

"Go suit up, Curtis," Dinah and Rene said at the same time.

"Yeah, I have to go suit up," he hurried off to do just that.

As Rene went to do the same, Dinah ran to catch up to him. "Hey," she stopped him. "Hey, can you handle this?"

Rene sighed. "I asked Oliver to come back."

"Well, the fact that he didn't should tell you something, right?" Dinah raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe," Rene sighed. "Look, all I know for sure . . . if John doesn't straighten himself out, it's gonna be another rough night."

***

"What do we know, Overwatch?" Dig asked.

"Lots," Felicity answered. "Thermal reads a potential 166 casualties inside, and Onyx's team cut the CCTV."

"So we're going in blind," Rene grumbled as he drove towards the hotel.

"Literally, if we get hit with those flashbangs of hers again," Curtis added.

"Your dorky-ass glasses better work," Rene threatened.

***

Curtis tossed two of his spheres into the air, both of them lighting up. "Got visuals, thanks to Mr. Terrific's T-spheres," Felicity said. "Go, now!"

Dinah launched over the railing, Dig, Rene, and Curtis doing the same. "We need locations on Reynolds and the gas!" Dig ordered.

"I have him," Felicity said. "Upper lobby, but I got no way of detecting the gas."

"Canary, Terrific, see if you can locate the gas," Dig ordered. "Dog, you're with me on evac after we clear Reynolds."

"Oh, I really hope he's not making decisions based on animal code names," Felicity sighed.

***

Dinah and Curtis ran on, stopping when they saw two of the flashbangs roll in front of them. "Incoming!" she yelled, turning around.

***

Rene grimaced when the light hit. "All right, Hoss, let's check these out!"

Dig nodded, he and Rene sliding Curtis's glasses on. "Guys, you got two hostiles in the lobby," Felicity warned.

Across the lobby, Dinah and Curtis were able to take down their operatives, thanks to the glasses they had. Rene shot down two approaching Dig, leaving Dig to take on Onyx when she launched at him. He kicked her in the stomach, sending her to the ground. "Guess your old tricks don't work," he told her.

"I don't need tricks," Onyx smirked, holding up a device of some kind. "Just collateral."

The red light on it turned green, and a hissing sound made Dig look over the railing. He was just in time to watch billowing gas billow out on the floor below. "Oh," he grimaced.

"Onyx just released the gas," Curtis said as Onyx grinned and ran off. "What should we do?"

"The gas is spreading," Dinah warned. "Do you copy? Arrow? Arrow, do you copy?!"

Dig took a deep breath, then backed up. "Handle the gas," he ordered. "We've got Reynolds. Move!"

***

"The gas is coming from the trash can!" Curtis pointed as he and Dinah ran on.

"Everybody, get behind me, now!" Dinah shouted, gesturing. "Get behind me, now!"

Curtis helped get people behind her, and Dinah screamed at the trash can with the gas, bouncing it up the stairs and away from civilians.

Rene ran down the stairs when he saw Reynolds running, then fired at the operatives trying to stop him. One operative crashed into him, knocking him down. Rene grabbed his wrist, stopping him from firing, then twisted, making him release the gun. "I'm going after Reynolds!" Dig shouted to Rene as he ran past.

Rene watched him go, then smirked down at the op he held down. "Night night!" he said, punching him out.

***

"Overwatch, we need a way to neutralize the nerve gas!" Curtis called.

"You could burn it," Felicity suggested. "But I don't suggest it, since you're still inside the building."

"We won't be for long, I hope," Curtis sighed, turning to Dinah, who was still trying to keep the gas away.

She panted, taking a breather. "The breaches are too small to evacuate all these people."

"Which is why we're gonna make them bigger," Curtis nodded.

***

Dig ran out just in time to see Onyx raise a gun on Reynolds. He ran up to her and knocked her aim off, pulling her away from Reynolds. They exchanged punches, one of Dig's going through the window and smashing the glass. Another kick from him towards her head shattered the windshield.

A moment later, both crashed in through the roof of the car, making Reynolds flinch. Dig finally pinned Onyx to the steering wheel. He watched her struggle for a few minutes before punching her across the face, knocking her out. He panted slightly, then looked behind him at Reynolds. "You all right?"

Reynolds nodded, and Dig nodded back before tossing him out of the car. He followed, walking back towards the hotel. "Who the hell are you?" Reynolds called out.

Dig paused, then looked back as Rene ran out. "I'm the Green Arrow," he answered.

***

"I got one of Onyx's flashbangs," Curtis ran up to Dinah. "It should be enough to ignite the gas. OK," he turned to the civilians. "Everyone, when I count to three, that wall is going bye-bye, so I need you all to haul ass!"

"There is nerve gas followed by a huge explosion," Dinah reminded him. "I don't think they need the motivation."

"Good point," Curtis admitted, then held up a hand, counting down. "One, two, three!"

He threw the flashbang towards the gas, he and Dinah covering their heads when the gas ignited.

***

Rene started when he heard the explosion, looking up at Dig. Dig waited worriedly, then heard Dinah's voice. "Gas dispersed. All civilians accounted for."

Dig smiled. "Good work."

"The other four are down," Rene told him.

"Onyx is in the limo," Dig added.

"What about this guy?" Rene looked at Reynolds.

"He helped steal millions in foreign gold and turned a blind eye when his comrades were being killed off in fake terrorist attacks," Dig reminded him. "That's good work back there."

"Just following your lead, Hoss," Rene nodded.

Dig smiled and nodded back.

***

"Can we do this after every win?" Rene asked as Felicity poured champagne.

"Oh, a new tradition for a new era," Felicity mused. "I like that."

"To go with our new Team Arrow victory dance," Curtis nodded.

"I didn't know we had an old one," Dinah tilted her head.

"We don't, never will," Dig snorted. "Things won't be changing around here that much."

Rene cleared his throat, walking up. "Look, there's something you should know – "

"You went to Oliver," Dig raised an eyebrow.

Rene looked at Dinah accusingly. "You told him."

"She didn't have to," Dig shook his head. "I know you, Rene. I know all of you. It's a leader's job to."

Dinah smiled and raised her glass to that before taking a drink. "Gift time!" Curtis suddenly announced, putting his glass down.

"Oh, yes!" Felicity nodded. "So, Curtis and I have been working on a little something in our spare time. Very little spare time, may I add?"

"We call it the Green Monster," Curtis said, returning with a large crossbow. "Or something cooler than that. Like, pretty much whatever you want to call it. The important part is it shoots arrows instead of crossbow bolts."

"260-pound draw weight," Felicity continued as Dig picked up the crossbow, examining it. "The arrows exit the gate at 400 fps. That's feet per second. Integrated recoil energy dissipation system."

"Adjustable mount scope, quick detach quivers, pistol grip, finger guards, non-slip rubber insert," Curtis went on.

"You two want a moment alone?" Rene raised an eyebrow as Dig checked the scope.

"You want to take it for a spin?" Felicity asked.

Dig smirked.

***

Four tennis balls shot out of the cannon, and Dig shot the crossbow, piercing a tennis ball each time he did. "Damn, Hoss," Rene whistled, impressed.

"Did you guys put stabilizers on that crossbow?" Dinah asked.

"Nope," Curtis shook his head. "That aim there is pure John Diggle."

"Not a bad idea, though, for the next upgrade," Felicity said thoughtfully.

Dig set the crossbow down and went to the arrows, checking to see how far they stuck in the wall. "Nice going," Dinah complimented as she walked up. "Steady."

"See?" Dig smiled. "Told you. The tremor's gone."

"Well, I'm convinced," Dinah nodded. "You were wrong about one thing, though."

"What's that?" he frowned.

She smirked as she pulled one of the arrows out, tennis ball included, and held it out to him. "You can make the hard calls on your own just fine."

Dig smiled, taking the arrow.

***

"Thank you," Oliver handed a file to an assistant, watching her go.

"So," Quentin began as he walked in. "Your friends did good last night."

"I had a feeling John would get it together," Oliver nodded. "How did you manage?"

"Well, too many councilmen owe Pollard too many favors," Quentin said grimly. "It's gonna pass, Oliver."

"Well, I'll veto it," he shrugged.

Quentin scoffed. "You've got enough PR problems as it is, don't you think? Besides, they've got enough votes for an override."

"There has to be something that we can do," Oliver insisted.

Quentin smirked. "Matter of fact . . . "

***

"Let the record show there are no nays on the anti-vigilante measure," the woman at the head of the committee said as Oliver entered, Quentin behind him. "Those in favor?"

"Point of order," Oliver called.

The woman blinked, then sighed. "Does it address the matter at hand, Mr. Mayor?"

"It does, madame parliamentarian," Quentin confirmed.

She sighed and nodded, and Oliver nodded at Quentin, stepping forward to the podium. "Thank you," he said. "And good morning. As you know, I have been accused of a great many things recently, including but not limited to supporting vigilantes at the expense of our men and women in uniform. This was never my intention. In the wake of the attacks on the SCPD, putting this police force back on its feet is my number one priority as mayor. We need the women and men of the SCPD on our streets protecting us, but they can't do that if they are busy hunting vigilantes. That is why I oppose this bill, and that is why I am invoking Chapter 9 of the city charter."

Rene and Thea walked over to stand with Quentin as the parliamentarian frowned. "And you are aware that will convert Councilwoman Pollard's bill to a citywide referendum?"

"I certainly am," Oliver nodded as Thea bit her lip to hide a smirk. "Because last night, a group of vigilantes saved hundreds of lives. So, if we are going to decide on diverting police resources towards stopping them, we are not going to do that until the people of Star City have spoken."

The parliamentarian nodded and smacked the gavel, putting the motion forward. "What the hell was that?" Rene whispered.

"Stay of execution," Quentin answered just as quietly.

Oliver and Thea exchanged smiles, and the four left the room as cameras flashed.

***

"The mayor's procedural maneuver took both the council and the public by surprise," Channel 52 reported as Watson watched, frowning as she examined one of two photographs in her hand. "How the public will decide on the issue of vigilantism is anyone's guess. According to multiple reports, the city council was set to pass strict measures against the Green Arrow and his team. This anti-vigilante legislation was introduced – "

"Who are you protecting?" Watson wondered as she walked over to her board, first pinning a picture of Dig on Oliver's right.

On the left, she pinned a picture of the mayor's girlfriend, one Kara Danvers.

***

Laurel walked into Malcolm's penthouse. "I got your message," she said, holding up her phone. "What is it?"

"This," Malcolm answered, tapping a key on the laptop he was using.

Laurel bent down, looking over his shoulder. She narrowed her eyes, watching Watson pin something to a board. "You bugged Watson's office?"

"You'd think the FBI would have better security," was all Malcolm responded with.

Laurel rolled her eyes, then inhaled sharply when Watson pinned something else up. "Is that – ?"

"Exactly who you think it is," Malcolm nodded grimly.

"Ohoho, no," Laurel shook her head angrily when she saw Kara's picture by Oliver's. "No, no, no. No way."

"Agreed," Malcolm nodded, standing up and grabbing his coat as he pulled out a flash drive from the laptop. "Come on. We gotta tell Oliver."

Laurel nodded, running after him as they left the penthouse. As they went, Malcolm dialed on his phone, holding the door open for Laurel. "Yeah, I know you said not to contact you unless it was an emergency, but this really isn't a social call. I'm assuming you've seen the news about Oliver? Got a new problem with that now, thought it was something you might wanna know . . . "

***

Kara turned off the television, turning to Oliver as he took off his suit jacket. "That's bold," she told him.

"It's what I could do with what I had," Oliver shrugged. "Tell that to Quentin. He and Thea turned up every stone to find a way to get around that bill."

"Let's hope the public votes against it," Kara held up her hand. "Fingers crossed."

Oliver nodded, then turned when the door to the apartment opened. "Hey, buddy," he greeted when William entered.

"Hey, Dad," William grinned. "Hey, Kara."

"Oh, that's a smile," Kara perked up. "That's a really big smile."

"I got an A on my test," he nodded, grinning wider.

"Yay!" Kara cheered, clapping excitedly.

"Awesome, buddy!" Oliver grinned proudly, giving William a hug when he walked over.

"That is amazing," Kara hugged him next. "I knew you could do it!"

"Thank you for helping me," he told her.

"Oh, any time," Kara patted his shoulder. "I'm happy for you."

William beamed, then went to his room to work on homework. "You," Oliver took her hand and pulled her to him, "are a literal superhero."

"I'm pretty sure that's my night job," Kara grinned teasingly, melting into him as he kissed her.

"And your day job to him," Oliver told her. "Especially to him."

"Well," Kara shrugged, putting her arms around his neck. "I'm not gonna be the girlfriend who absolutely despises her boyfriend's kid. That's not me."

"That would terrify me if it was," Oliver admitted, making her giggle. "But I am so happy that you are getting along with him like you are. I am 100% sure his life is better with you in it, just like mine."

"Aw," Kara smiled, kissing him.

Oliver chuckled, kissing her back, only pulling away when the doorbell rang at the same time as someone knocked. "OK," he frowned, pulling away from Kara to open the door.

"That doesn't sound good," Kara agreed, folding her arms.

Oliver opened the door, blinking when he saw both Malcolm and Laurel there. "We need to talk," Malcolm said at once.

"That really doesn't sound good," Kara whispered.

***

Dig walked down the steps into a dark alley that night, approaching a man in a suit waiting for him. He handed over a wad of cash, which the man examined before handing him a metal case. Dig took it, set it down on a crate nearby, and opened it. He took out the syringe inside, then held out his right arm. His entire arm shook as he stuck the needle in and injected the liquid inside.

The tremor stopped at once, and Dig made a fist, closing his eyes as he did.

***

"Not good," Kara shook her head a few moments later as she and Oliver watched the footage Malcolm had recovered.

"Really not good," Oliver agreed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "When was this taken?"

"This afternoon, right after the news hit about the citywide referendum," Malcolm answered.

"I'm still comprehending the fact you bugged an FBI agent's office."

"Hey, I made sure she won't find them," Malcolm held up his hands. "And with the lengths she's going in this investigation? I don't like it."

"This shows why," Laurel nodded at the computer. "Oliver, what are we going to do?"

"Kara doesn't exist on this Earth," Malcolm agreed. "Hell, she's not even from Earth."

"I know," Oliver nodded, sighing. "I'll talk to Felicity, and Cisco, see if they can come up with something. Worst case scenario is that we have to make sure that we make sure Agent Watson never sees Kara again under any circumstances."

"That'll be difficult," Laurel warned.

"The only other option is Kara isn't seen in Star City, at all," Oliver said heavily. "I doubt I'm the only one on the team that doesn't want that."

"I don't want that," Kara whispered, curling up on her chair.

"She's not gonna get you, almas," Malcolm promised, picking up his phone when it buzzed. "We'll figure something out."

"Absolutely," Oliver put his arm around Kara, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. "The only thing you should have to worry about while you're here is us, not FBI agents."

Kara nodded, biting her lip and laying her head on Oliver's shoulder as Malcolm checked his phone. He looked at Laurel and nodded, and she hid a smirk as she reached over and patted Kara's hand, Malcolm taking her other one and squeezing it.

There was no way any FBI agent was getting their hands on the Kryptonian.

***

And now Kara's under investigation. Yikes . . . 

Well, good thing she won't really be in Star City the next few episodes, because "Reversal" is going to mix with "Midvale" to be a sort-of interlude into the Deathstroke arc, and you can bet Kara is not going to hang around Star City and miss a chance to help Slade.

Next up, probably after Christmas, is going to be "The Faithful," but it will be followed up by an episode some of you might be surprised by. ;)

Assuming I don't update tomorrow (I may, it depends on how hectic it'll be), Merry Christmas, everyone!