Last part of the episode! The combined teams take down the Quadrant's operation, Oliver meets Diaz face to face and then some, Dinah and Evelyn come to terms, and we find out what Kara, William, and Ruby have been up to.

Enjoy!

***

Dig shook his head, watching crates be loaded into one of the trucks with his binoculars. "If Diaz and the Quadrant ship even one of those crates out," Dinah began.

"They'll be arming their syndicates with weapons and tinder for high-tech warfare," Dig finished. "Yeah, I got it."

"The drone is three minutes out," one of Lyla's top A.R.G.U.S. agents told Dig. "It won't circle long."

"OK, folks, we have a window," Dig said, watching everyone else file closer. "Their weapons are equipped with stealth adaptors, making them invisible to ASMs." He looked at Curtis and Mon-El, holding out a set of tags. "You know what to do."

"You guys provide us with cover fire, we'll tag all the trucks by hand so the drones know where to aim," Curtis nodded.

The A.R.G.U.S. agent looked at Dig. "Maybe we should paint the targets?"

Dig gave him an annoyed look, and Mon-El chuckled. "That's cute."

"Olympic decathlon medalist and indestructible alien here," Curtis gestured between himself in Mon-El. "We got this."

"I'll take far end, you take this," Mon-El pointed.

"Copy that," Curtis nodded. Mon-El leapt into the sky, and as everyone else moved into position, Curtis reached out and tapped Evelyn on the shoulder. "Hey," he said, making her look at him. "Watch out, OK?"

Evelyn smiled hesitantly at him. "Are you starting to care?"

Curtis sighed mockingly. "Don't make me regret it."

Evelyn gave him a wide grin before running towards the end of the line, where Mon-El was heading.

***

Oliver felt himself be guided by two of Anatoli's men, then he was stopped and the bag was ripped off his head. Oliver squinted to get used to the light, then Anatoli dismissed his men in Russian, looking hard at Oliver. "You say I betray myself working with Diaz," he said. "I think much on this."

"And?" Oliver asked.

"You may be right," Anatoli conceded, then his eyes hardened. "But I realize moment things went wrong: last year when I trusted you to bring me into city. So if I betray myself, Kapiushon, it is because you . . . you betrayed me first." Oliver swallowed hard, then Diaz opened the doors to the next room. "Diaz is here."

Oliver watched Anatoli step inside, then followed after him, mind racing as he took his words in.

***

The roar of the drone overhead made Curtis look up, then he looked down the line to see Mon-El nod at him. He nodded back, then launched his T-sphere at the trucks, watching it fly through windows and distract the armed men guarding the trucks. Mon-El tagged the first truck at his end when they were looking Curtis's way, and when the men rushed towards Mon-El, Curtis started tagging trucks from his end.

The guards were on Mon-El from the get go, but the Daxamite shrugged their bullets off and sighed, bringing his fist up and whamming one of the men coming up on him from behind. "I'll never understand why they think punching works if bullets don't," he shook his head, tagging another truck.

Curtis jumped off of one truck onto another, tagging it next, and Dig shot down the man about to shoot Curtis, Dinah screaming at another one. Mon-El jumped from truck to truck, easily planting his tags, Evelyn switching between using her bow to smack men down and shoot them down. Dinah turned to take down another guard with her staff when the shrill sound of Evelyn's Canary Cry made her wince and turn around. The gunman who had tried sneaking up on her was covering his ears, and Dinah quickly hit him to make him fall down as well. Dinah panted and looked back up at Evelyn, who gave her a quick thumbs up. Dinah returned the gesture, rushing off to find someone new to attack.

"Incoming!" the A.R.G.U.S. agent with them shouted, and Curtis hastily jumped off his truck, Mon-El flying into the air.

Seven of the trucks were blown up by the drone, and Mon-El turned around to look at Curtis as he landed. "One left!"

That truck was hastily peeling out of the lot, and Curtis sighed, shaking his head. "You guys aren't gonna make it any easier, huh?"

Mon-El offered his hand, and Curtis handed the tag to him. The Daxamite flew into the air and atop the truck, planting the tag and quickly taking off again, avoiding the final explosion as the drone shot the truck down.

Evelyn was the first to reach Mon-El, a wide smile on her face, then the others joined in, and Curtis laughed. "Nice shot."

***

Oliver was wondering where Diaz was when he suddenly slammed through the doors, a furious look on his face. "Your friends just blew up twelve million dollars in next-gen firepower," he snarled, tossing his phone to Anatoli.

Oliver merely blinked. "Sorry for your loss." Diaz threw a sharp right hook at his face, and Oliver winced, going with the force of the hit so he leaned to the side. He spat blood on the ground, then looked back up at Diaz with the same expression. "Tickles," he deadpanned.

Diaz shook his head condescendingly, pointing at Oliver. "You see this man? Savior of the city." He delivered a gut punch to Oliver's abdomen, and he grunted in pain, leaning over before having to go to one knee to support himself. "It's pathetic."

Oliver simply shook his head, looking up at the drug lord. "I feel like you can do better than that."

Diaz punched him again, and from behind him, Anatoli stepped forward. "Stop it!" he hissed, watching Diaz circle Oliver. "This is pointless. You said you had plan for him, that you needed him alive, no? in Bratva, we have ways of dealing with conflict like this. We fight with honor. We don't . . . " He wrinkled his nose, looking at Oliver on the ground, Diaz returning to stand by him. "Do this."

"You want me to fight him fairly?" Diaz raised an eyebrow, scoffing. "Life ain't fair."

Anatoli narrowed his eyes. "Every drop of blood you draw from prone man is sign of weakness. Your weakness."

Diaz slowly turned to look at him, then reached out and put a hand on Anatoli's shoulder. The Russian stood as tall as he could and refused to flinch, not even when Diaz hissed, "I'm not weak." Anatoli even raised an eyebrow in challenge, and Diaz gritted his teeth, turning around and removing his jacket so his arms were free. "Let's go!"

Anatoli moved forward and crouched in front of Oliver, unlocking the chains for him. "Thank you," he whispered, unraveling the chains from around his wrists.

"I not do this for you," Anatoli shook his head, eyes flicking back up to Diaz.

Oliver sighed, then stood up to face Diaz. "Let's make things interesting," he drawled, eyes flickering with anger. "I put you on the ground, you leave Star City forever. You put me on the ground, I'll do the same." He tilted his head mockingly. "That fair enough for you?"

"Yeah," Oliver nodded, he and Diaz moving into the ring.

"Think you're so tough 'cause you spent five years in hell?" Diaz sneered, throwing a punch; this time, Oliver leaned back to dodge it. "I was born in it!"

Diaz was a good combatant, Oliver would give him that. In another time, maybe it would have been a more even fight. But Oliver had been training with Slade and Malcolm for almost a complete year, and since dating Kara, he had trained with Kryptonians, a Daxamite, a Green Martian, and a Saturnian. He knew more tricks than Diaz could ever know, and it was easy to put him on the mat, arms around his neck. "Yield!" he growled. "Yield, or I'll break your neck!"

Diaz went limp slightly, and Oliver relaxed, thinking Diaz was about to say what he thought he was. That was until he felt sharp pain in his side, and Oliver yelled in pain, releasing Diaz and collapsing on the ground, fumbling for his side and feeling the stab wound Diaz had delivered while he was down. Diaz rolled onto his knees, catching his breath before slowly climbing to his feet, looking down at Oliver. "It's like I said," he rasped. "Life ain't fair."

Oliver narrowed his eyes. "You . . . you have failed this city," he warned, feeling his head swim. "And we're gonna take it back."

Anatoli watched Oliver slump to the ground, then looked up at Diaz with an unreadable look in his eyes as the bloodied man walked past him. "Maybe he won't be so smug when he wakes up," he seethed, heading for the door.

Anatoli watched him go, then looked at Oliver on the ground.

***

"You know, I'd almost forgotten how awesome it is being a team, working together," Curtis smiled, pouring a cup of coffee to end the day. "It's almost like 'Captain Planet' or the Power Rangers, or whatever reference you guys understand."

"Star City Rockets?" Dinah suggested.

"Is that, like, a sports team?" Curtis joked.

Dinah smirked. "I got to get going," Dig said, checking his watch. "I got a debrief on my schedule before the night's up. Working with A.R.G.U.S. means I got to put the toys away."

"Poor John," Mon-El smirked.

"Hey, you don't have kids of your own to watch right now, do you?" Dig snorted.

"Nah, they ran off to be responsible without me," Mon-El joked right back.

"They went back to the future?" Dinah asked as Dig headed up the stairs.

"Yeah," Mon-El nodded. "After Pestilence was killed, we were heading back to make sure the alliance formed by my marriage to Imra was still in place."

"So why are you still here?" Curtis asked.

"I came back," Mon-El answered. "Brainy found out Reign had gained the powers of the two other Worldkillers when they died, and just one Legionnaire remaining behind increased the chances of defeating her. I came back, and I'm in it for the long run." They nodded in understanding, and Mon-El sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping before," he told them. "But I made a lot of mistakes before I went to the 31st century. I was an ass, I was horrible to Kara at times. But the worst thing I could think of someone doing is selling me out to authorities." Dinah glowered, and Mon-El raised his hand. "Think about it. You've got your best life. You have the person you love, you have the chance to have a life with them and your child. But you get the news that someone you trusted on your team, someone you trusted to have your six, someone you trusted with your most important secret has given you up and will do so again at a trial. That person is the reason you will be ripped away from the love of your life and the child you thought you might not get the chance to spend time with. What would you do?"

Dinah swallowed hard. "Do whatever I could to find out who it was."

"And Oliver did exactly that," Mon-El nodded, seeing Curtis swallow, too. "And be honest, wouldn't you be pissed off to hell?" Dinah nodded, and Mon-El sighed. "That being said, since Zoe was being threatened, I understand why Rene did it. But you've got to see it from Oliver's view, too. Because of Rene's actions, Oliver was the one about to lose who he loved." He turned towards the stairs. "When you truly love someone, you would do whatever it takes to save them, stay with them," he said. "You would let love blind you to try and kill the person responsible without letting them say a word first." Dinah flinched. "You would use any method necessary to root out a betrayer." He paused at the top of the stairs. "You would be willing to break your moral code if killing someone meant the love of your life had a chance to survive." Dinah and Curtis looked up at him in shock, and Mon-El shrugged when he reached the door. "The things we do for love," he said before leaving.

***

Rene opened the door to his apartment to see Curtis outside. "Yo," he nodded.

"Hey, what's up?" Curtis smiled, then pointed when he saw something on the table. "Is that a cake?" he walked over. "Wow, if Zoe keeps this up, you guys are gonna have to open a bakery or something."

"Yeah, this is her biology homework," Rene nodded. "Zoe's about to head to bed. She was about to faceplant into this thing before she finished eating her leftover mitochondria."

Curtis sniffed the bowl that had been used. "Gummy worms," he nodded approvingly. "Good choice."

Rene closed the door, looking at Curtis. "What're you doing here, Hoss?"

"I'm just checking up on you," Curtis shrugged, sitting down. "Seeing if there was anything I could do to speed up that compartmentalizing you were talking about."

"It's been a few hours, Hoss," Rene said incredulously. "Plus, you guys had a big win without me."

"It was a small win, really, and that was with members of Oliver's team helping," Curtis reminded him. "Seriously, with Diaz dealing with the Quadrant now, things are only gonna get worse. If we're gonna have a chance in hell of stopping him, we're gonna need all the help we can get. We're gonna need you."

Rene sighed, taking the dish towel off his shoulder. "Look, man, every time I think about going out there again, all I think of is Zoe. What's gonna happen to her if something happens to me?"

"I'll be fine, Dad."

Both men whipped around to see Zoe walk out of the hall, her hair wet from her shower. "Uh," Rene stammered. "Uncle Curtis and I were just talking about – "

"How you both wear masks and go and fight bad guys?" Zoe smirked, looking at their startled faces. "It's way obvious. And you and Dinah talk way louder than you think you do."

"Really?" Curtis sighed. "Really? Oh, yeah, I can actually hear it, it's pretty loud."

Rene bit his lip, standing up and reaching for Zoe. "Sweetheart, come here, sit down." Zoe sat across from Rene, who swallowed hard. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I don't need to be Wild Dog."

"Dad, this is my home," Zoe told him. "And I want you to fight for it."

"You know I've been hurt in the past year twice already," Rene reminded her.

"I know," Zoe nodded. "And that was scary, but you taught me to be brave and face up to the things that scare me."

Rene smiled at her, reaching out for her. "Come here. Come here." Zoe wrapped her arms around his neck, and Rene hugged her tightly, Curtis averting his eyes to give them privacy. "I'll be brave just like my little girl, OK?" Zoe nodded against his neck, and Rene smiled. "OK."

***

The lights suddenly went on in the room Oliver was left in, and he winced slightly against the brightness. He turned his head when the door opened, and he was greeted by the sight of Anatoli walking in, closing the door behind him. He caught sight of the materials Anatoli held, and he sighed in relief. "Thank you."

Anatoli nodded, handing the supplies over. "Bandages least I could do," he said.

"Not just for the bandages, Anatoli," Oliver shook his head. "Thank you for giving me the chance to take out Diaz."

"What makes you think that's what I was doing?" Anatoli asked. Oliver gave him a knowing look, and Anatoli conceded with a nod. "Maybe I wanted to see for myself."

"See what?" Oliver prompted.

"Which one of you had honor," he answered. "Just like you wanted, no? And you allow yourself to be captured so I bring you to Diaz."

Oliver sighed. "You know, I just thought that I could count on you to be the man I knew. That man was my friend."

Anatoli nodded slowly, then a familiar determined glint entered his eyes. "Hurry up with bandages," he ordered. "I have plan to get you out of here."

That relieved Oliver more than words could say, but as he started unwinding the bandages and Anatoli stood, the door to the room opened and one of Diaz's suits entered. "He wants to see him," he said.

Anatoli froze, then slowly turned to look at Oliver, who closed his eyes and looked at the ground. He had a bad feeling about this.

***

Dinah looked up from her wine glass when she heard a knock at her door, and she picked up her gun, looking out to see who was there. Surprised, she held her gun to her side and opened the door.

Evelyn looked down at her gun, then smiled sheepishly at her. "I can go if you're gonna use it."

"You had my six tonight," Dinah shook her head. "I'm not gonna shoot you." She looked at her gun, then put it in the back of her jeans. "I got a bit of a wake-up call tonight, so, uh . . . " She gestured inside. "Want a drink?"

"I'm not 21," Evelyn reminded her, even though she stepped inside.

"You're a vigilante, and drinking is what you're worried about?" Dinah raised an eyebrow, closing the door behind her. "Wow, I really was wrong about you."

"I can't stay long, I need to get back to the loft soon," Evelyn said, hands in her coat pockets. "My phone's been blowing up from pictures Kara took of William and Ruby around Star City. I just . . . " She took her hand out of her pocket, looking down at what she held in her hand. "I asked Felicity to make a copy of this." Dinah took what Evelyn held out, and her eyes widened as she looked down at a picture of Vincent and Evelyn together, both smiling and laughing. "I just thought you might have wanted a picture of him before he died," Evelyn cleared her throat, scratching the back of her head. "You can cut me out of it, but . . . I don't know," she finished lamely.

Dinah licked her lips, then looked at Evelyn. "Why would I tear you out of it when it's obvious Vince cared about you?" Evelyn's eyes widened in shock, and Dinah put the picture carefully on her countertop. "What you and Mon-El said today . . . we all needed to hear it," she told Evelyn. "We've done a lot of stupid things. A lot of cruel things. Mon-El was right, I should have heard what you had to say, and when you let it rip . . . " She shook her head. "I haven't had my head on straight," she said. "I could hear how much you cared for Vince, and I can see it in this," she tapped the photo. "You won't have me after you again. I promise."

Evelyn slowly smiled. "Thank you, Captain."

"I hope it's OK if you call me Dinah," she offered an olive branch.

Evelyn smiled widely. "Dinah." Dinah tipped her glass to her in thanks, and Evelyn fidgeted, about to head for the door before she said, "I'm sorry for being such a bitch before."

Dinah grinned. "Takes one to know one."

Evelyn laughed, heading for the door. "Have a good evening, Dinah."

"You, too," Dinah nodded, watching her close the door behind her.

***

"How long has he been threatening you?" Malcolm asked, hand on Laurel's neck, rubbing gently.

"Since he kidnapped me," Laurel answered, staring at her hands from where she leaned her head on Malcolm's shoulder as Slade put a glass of water in front of her before sitting in the chair next to her. "I didn't see him after you rescued me and when we were helping Nyssa, but as soon as we were back in Star City and working against him, he showed up again."

"Where?" Slade asked.

"Quentin's," Laurel admitted.

"God, Laurel," Malcolm pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I haven't been needed," Laurel told them. "With how large the team is, I've never been needed in the field. I've never acted against him. There's been no need to think about what he threatened."

"And what exactly did he threaten?" Slade narrowed his eye.

"You know what he threatened," Laurel told them. "If I make a move against him, it's a coin toss between which of you is revealed to Star City, Slade or Malcolm. There's no way you could stay in the city without someone finding you."

Malcolm frowned. "You do remember there's an entire universe where that's not a problem, right?"

"I'm very aware, thank you," Laurel gave him a dirty look. "But here, where Oliver's had problem after problem, not just in the field but also in City Hall? He needs every person he can get, and you two are much more valuable in the field than me."

"Laurel," Malcolm began.

"You are," she insisted. "Have you seen the two of you fight before? The two of you are killing machines separately. Put you together, it's a massacre. Put you with Oliver . . . honestly, you probably could have taken the entire Reich by yourself when they attacked Central City."

"Felt like we could've," Slade snorted.

"If it meant avenging Kara, hell yeah, you would've," Laurel nodded. "I work with you the best, I admit that, but in the long run, the two of you are more valuable in the field than me. I was fine with sitting out."

"You won't always sit out, Laurel," Malcolm told her, nudging her. Laurel sat up with a frown, but Malcolm adjusted the way he sat and gently pulled her down so her head was in his lap. Laurel let her eyes shut as his fingers ran through her hair and over her scalp, making her relax. "We'll get rid of Diaz," he promised. "And you'll be back in the field with us before you know it."

"Don't worry about us, Siren," Slade nodded. "We can handle ourselves."

Laurel smiled, turning her head to kiss Malcolm's palm when his hand was close enough. "I know you can."

***

Diaz was sitting on his desk when Oliver was walked in at gunpoint, Oliver still with a limp. "We had an agreement, if I recall," Diaz said. "I put you on the floor, you leave the city."

"That assumed a fair fight," Oliver scowled.

"Potato, potato," Diaz shrugged carelessly, and Oliver and Anatoli exchanged looks. "But I have a certain pang of conscience. I changed my mind. You can stay in the city . . . " A smirk formed on his face. "For twenty-five to life." Oliver's eyes widened, and he turned around when he heard footsteps, and he saw uniformed cops from the SCPD walk in, guns drawn. "I'm thinking about moving up your trial," Diaz announced as Oliver's leg was whacked out from underneath him, making him collapse on the ground. "How's the day after tomorrow sound?" Oliver looked up at Anatoli, who looked just as surprised as him, and Diaz chuckled. "Don't even think about getting bail. I got a lot of friends at the courthouse."

***

"How do we not have Big Belly Burger in National City?" Ruby marveled as she walked into the loft, sipping her large milkshake excitedly.

"That was what I asked when we stayed with Kara more!" William nodded eagerly as Evelyn laughed, the two of them tapping their milkshakes together as Kara closed the door behind them. "OK, but National City has the best doughnuts, though," Evelyn pointed out.

"And potstickers," Ruby nodded.

"Now you're speaking my language," Kara chuckled, pulling out her phone. Her smile faded when she saw she still didn't have a message from Oliver.

Ruby frowned, seeing her look. "Aunt Kara? Is everything OK?"

"Yeah," Kara smiled quickly. "Yeah, I just need to make a call real quick."

"Sure," Ruby nodded.

"Come on, you'll be surprised by how similar the game shows are," William smiled at Ruby, plopping down on the couch.

Ruby was right next to him, but Evelyn lingered as Kara scrolled through her contacts. "Is everything actually OK?" the dark-haired girl asked.

"I hope so," Kara murmured, furtively looking at William. "Stay with them, OK?"

"Of course," Evelyn nodded, going back to the couch.

Kara found the contact she was looking for, and chewing on her lip, she put her phone to her ear.

***

Cisco looked up from working on his computer when his phone rang, and he checked the Caller ID before answering. "Hey, Supergirl!" he cheered, swinging around in his seat. "How's the city?"

"From what I saw during my day with William and Ruby, it's still standing," Kara answered. "Hey, you took Oliver to Russia, right?"

"Yes, ma'am, I did," Cisco nodded, hearing the rest of the team head towards the cortex. "And I brought him back, too. He's got quite a reputation in Russia, from what I've heard."

"Wait, you did bring him back?" Kara asked.

"Yeah," Cisco checked his watch. "A few hours ago." He sat up in concern, scratching his head. "He hasn't shown up?"

"No, and I haven't heard anything from him, either," Kara shook her head.

"Huh," Cisco chewed his lip, hearing everyone else enter the cortex. "Maybe his cell phone – " He heard Harry inhale sharply, Barry gasp, and Caitlin's hoarse "Oh, my God" before he realized something was wrong. "What?" he frowned, looking over his shoulder, seeing Joe, Cecille, Ralph, and Iris were wide-eyed as well.

"Ramon, turn up the volume," Harry rushed forward.

Cisco spun around to see the TV Caitlin's eyes were fixed on, and he almost fell out of his seat when he saw what the news was broadcasting. "Kara," he swallowed hard as Barry found the remote to turn the volume on, "turn on national news now."

"Joe, I'm gonna need – " Barry began.

"Go," Joe waved him off. "I'll tell Singh, go."

Barry nodded and sped out of the cortex as everyone watched the news, Cisco's heart breaking for the Kryptonian on the other line.

***

Sara had abandoned trying to sleep without Ava next to her when Gideon's voice chimed in her quarters. "My apologies, Captain, but there is an urgent transmission coming from Star City."

"Star?" Sara sat up straight, throwing the covers off her. "What's the message? Is it from my dad?"

"And Team Arrow," Gideon said. "It regards Oliver Queen's trial."

Sara bypassed her robe and went straight for her closet to find clothes. "Get the jumpship ready for me to get to Star City, Gideon."

"Yes, Captain."

***

"The news?" Kara repeated.

She heard Ruby's startled gasp and Evelyn's swear, then William fearfully called her name. "Kara!"

She spun around and ran to the couch, Evelyn scooting over so she could sit by William, and she fell back on the couch when the news anchor spoke. "A shocking development this evening as Oliver Queen's bail was revoked," she said, and Kara balked, automatically reaching for William, who curled into her, both of their eyes wide as they clung to each other, Kara finally understanding why she hadn't heard anything. "Speculation that the mayor is secretly the Green Arrow has multiplied in recent weeks after the resignations of two city officials, formerly suspected to be caused by Queen terminating them while they were investigating him."

***

Slade knitted his eyebrows, looking at his phone. "We need to check the news, apparently," he said, reaching for the remote.

"What're we looking at?" Laurel sighed, turning so she was laying on her side.

She sat up straight, almost hitting Malcolm in the chin when they saw the breaking news. "The trial is scheduled to begin May 3," the anchor said, all three looking at each other in horror as the sight of Oliver led into the precinct in handcuffs, blood all over his face. "Jean Loring will represent the suspected vigilante, but she has an uphill battle ahead of her."

***

Alex stopped behind Winn when both of their phones started trilling, and Alex looked around to see J'onn and Lucy were searching for their phones as well. "Is that the group chat?" Lucy asked as Winn scrolled through his notifications.

"And Ruby," Alex tapped the message. "It's – "

"Holy frack!" Winn scrambled to stand up and pull up what was on his phone. "Someone call James, Lena, and Superman!"

"What for?" Lucy frowned, walking over to see.

Winn just held his phone sideways, and Alex blanched before bringing up her contacts to find Clark. "If convicted, Oliver Queen could face a life sentence," the news reporter was saying as she dialed Clark's number and fumbled for Kara's extrapolator at the same time.

***

Clark had just handed his article into Perry White when he got a call on his phone. Frowning, he checked the Caller ID, then answered. "Alex?" he asked.

"We need you at the D.E.O. now and in Star City," she said in a rush. "Oliver's trial just got moved up."

"To when?" Clark rushed back to his desk, happy he had mostly picked up and all he had to do was shut down his computer.

"The day after tomorrow."

As soon as his computer's screen was black, Clark was out the door and heading for National City.

***

"His fate now rests in Star City's justice system," the news concluded with Kara frozen in horror while William shook against her, Evelyn and Ruby clinging to them respectively.

A flash of lightning appeared by them, and Barry skidded to a stop by Evelyn, his eyes wide. "Kara, William," he began.

Then a breach sizzled to life behind them, and Kara turned her head to see Alex, Winn, and Clark jump out, all of their faces varying shades of white. Kara could only shake her head, unable to speak as she pulled William closer to her, the boy burying her face in her chest as she tried not to dissolve into tears. She was aware of Clark and Barry immediately hugging the two of them, Alex joining Ruby and Winn with Evelyn, and she squeezed her eyes shut against tears. As Clark whispered reassurances to her, she could feel her heat vision struggle to escape as her anger grew. She could only concentrate on one thing in the moment, her ears focusing on William's terror.

Diaz is going to pay.

***

I literally cannot wait to get my hands on "Docket No. 11-19-41-73" next time. I am so excited, and I've got plans I'm excited to write.

I'm also excited because that will be the last Arrow episode of this book! "The Ties That Bind" and "Life Sentence" will be part of the finales book, so Oliver's trial is officially the last Arrow episode of this book. It's Supergirl and a surprise episode that will be left, so you can be assured I want to get that episode written.

Keep an eye out! Christmas is coming so I will be very busy, but I'll do my best to get that episode out!