So I was thinking about what I was going to do for the Supergirl episode, and I realized that for a variation of that plan to work, there was something that needed to happen in a show outside of Arrow and Supergirl.

So, before Earth-38, let's go over to Central City and see what's happening to our favorite scarlet speedster, eh? And if you don't want to read that . . . well, you can skip to the end for more of a hint as to what the next episode will entail.

Here's my take on the ending of "True Colors!"

***

Kara was woken the next morning not by an alarm going off, but by Oliver's cell phone ringing. She grumbled and tried to bury her face back into the pillows, but when Oliver woke up and turned to reach for his phone, she groaned. "Who has such horrible timing?"

Oliver picked up his phone and checked the Caller ID, then blinked in surprise. "It's a Central City number."

"What?" Kara was awake in an instant, her head shooting up.

Oliver answered the phone, putting it to his ear as Kara sat up, pulling the sheets up with her. "Hello?"

"Mr. Queen," a faintly familiar voice said. "I don't know if you remember me, but we met at my Barry and Iris's wedding."

"District Attorney Horton," Oliver identified, turning and raising an eyebrow at Kara. She just shook her head in confusion, and Oliver put his phone on speaker. "What can I do for you?"

"Actually, it's what you can do for Barry and Iris," Cecille answered. "I have . . . new evidence, in Barry's case against Clifford DeVoe."

"New evidence?" Oliver repeated.

"Yes," Cecille confirmed. "And I was thinking that you and Ms. Danvers would like to be here when I reveal it."

"Um," Oliver exchanged bewildered looks with Kara. "Is that allowed?"

"It is if I allow you in. I've also been trying to reach Captain Lance, but I'm having trouble connecting to her."

"Uh, leave that to us," Oliver blinked, trying to process everything as Kara scooted out of bed, grabbing her own phone. "Uh, we'll be there. What time?"

"Seven hours."

"Thank you, Ms. Horton." He hung up, still completely confused, even as he dialed Sara's number, grateful that Cisco had rigged all their phones to connect to the temporal zone. "What new evidence could she have?" Kara just shrugged, and Oliver sighed, straightening when Sara answered. "Hey, Sara, can you by any chance give us a ride somewhere?"

***

"So let me get this straight," Sara frowned as she walked with Oliver and Kara up the stairs to the Central City courthouse. "Somehow new evidence has come up in the trial that we need to be here to see?"

"That's what we've heard," Oliver nodded.

Sara stared blankly at him for a few seconds, then shook her head. "This better be good."

"I don't think we'd be called here if it wasn't," Kara remarked, Oliver gesturing them inside in front of him.

Cecille was waiting for them, a wide smile on her face. "Mr. Queen," she nodded politely. "Ms. Danvers, Captain Lance."

"Ms. Horton," Oliver nodded, shaking her hand. "Your call was quite the surprise."

"I apologize," Cecille nodded, seeming eager. "But I thought because the three of you know exactly why Barry is in Iron Heights – " She gave them each a meaningful look, and all three nodded. " – you would want to be here."

They exchanged looks, then Sara shrugged. "Oh, what's one more courtroom appearance."

Oliver snorted loudly as Cecille led them in. "Thank you for that reminder, Sara."

Sara winced, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Ollie."

Iris looked surprised to see them as they filed into the row behind her. "What are you three doing here?" she hissed.

"We were invited," Kara answered, looking at Cecille as she joined Iris. "New evidence, is all we were told. What's going on?"

Iris looked up at Cecille, then took a deep breath, turning around as the judge entered. "I'm still not entirely sure."

***

"New evidence, Ms. Horton," the judge growled a few minutes later. "That's what you told this court had come into your possession, only I haven't heard it or seen it, nor have the circumstances changed in any way that would convince me to move for a retrial. So, unless you have something more to add, this appeal hearing is over."

Kara winced, absently scratching the back of her neck as Cecille stood, stammering over her words. "I understand, Your Honor, I do. If we could just wait a few more minutes, I am sure that – "

"I am tired of waiting," the judge cut her off. "Either you have something new to add, or you don't. Which is it?"

Cecille looked back behind her, as if expecting something to show up, then sighed, turning back around. "We have nothing further, Your Honor."

On the other side of the room, Marlize DeVoe smirked triumphantly. "If DeVoe can't do, can I punch her?" Sara narrowed her eyes.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, then quietly answered, "Not in public."

Sara smirked viciously. "Noted."

"You two do know that means Barry's still in Iron Heights, right?" Kara hissed.

That shut both of them up. The judge, meanwhile, was reaching for his gavel. "Then I hereby deem Barry Allen's appeal den – "

"Wait!"

The shout from the back of the courtroom made everyone turn around, and Kara's jaw dropped as a man in a wheelchair entered the room, the doors closing behind him. Iris and Marlize both shot to their feet, both of them with similar looks of shock on their face. "Wait," Sara blinked rapidly. "But that's – "

"DeVoe?" Iris whispered.

"Nope," Cecille grinned smugly. "Not DeVoe." She whispered so only the four of them could hear. "It's Ralph."

"I believe you are looking for me, Your Honor," Ralph Dibny, disguised as Clifford DeVoe, addressed the judge, making him sit back in shock.

Oliver couldn't help but grin as Kara and Iris exchanged looks of glee. If this could be pulled off, Barry had a chance now!

***

"I don't know how any of this happened." Ralph played a clueless DeVoe perfectly.

"You were found in Barry Allen's loft," the judge told him. "You were dead!"

"I was stabbed," Ralph nodded, and Oliver looked over at Marlize, seeing her shake her head in stunned disbelief. While he felt a bit of sympathy for the woman, he couldn't help but smirk as well. She had played a part in sending a dear friend of his, a man who was like his little brother, to a life sentence in Iron Heights for a crime he didn't commit. Barry was more important right now. "I heard a voice saying something about framing someone, then I blacked out."

"Please work," Kara whispered behind her clasped hands, Sara crossing her fingers against her lips. "Please work, please work . . . "

"And this morning, I woke up in my own home," Ralph finished.

The judge stared at him for a second, then looked over at Marlize. "Mrs. DeVoe, does any of this make any sense to you?"

"No," she shook her head, looking at Ralph as he shifted to stare her down. "I am just as surprised by all of this as everyone."

"Your Honor, the city has had reports in the past of people who have appeared dead, only to later emerge very much alive," Cecille stepped around her table to continue speaking.

"That's impossible!" the judge protested.

Sara snorted at that, and Oliver quickly jabbed her in the side. "Impossible, Your Honor?" Cecille quirked an eyebrow. "Is it as impossible as a man who can run faster than the speed of sound? I submit that Central City is home to the impossible."

"I have as many questions as you have, Your Honor," Ralph told the judge. "And I am looking forward to working with the authorities to solve this mystery."

The judge recovered his aplomb very quickly. "Yes, I'm sure that CCPD will be very interested in this. As for Barry Allen's appeal . . . " He looked between a hopeful Iris and a confused Marlize before focusing back on Ralph. "I guess the court must deem that Clifford DeVoe is alive and well." Kara quickly covered her mouth to refrain from squealing, and Oliver and Sara exchanged wide grins. "Barry Allen is hereby cleared of all charges and ordered release from Iron Heights Penitentiary immediately," the judge declared, bringing his gavel down.

Marlize winced at the sound, but it was Sara who let out a laugh of delight, fist pumping. "Yes!"

Kara let out the squeal she had tried to hide, hugging Oliver tightly. He hugged her in reply, watching Iris and Ralph exchange small smiles as well.

***

"Do it!" Winn chanted, quickly joined in by James and Alex. "Do it, do it, do it!"

Kara laughed and applied pressure to the champagne bottle she held, and Alex cheered when the cork flew off, releasing a spray of champagne. Nate whooped as he watched, Ray and Jax hurrying to bring over glasses to pour the champagne into. "I apologize for not being nearly as dramatic as that," Cisco huffed, pouring his own bottle into the glasses offered by Caitlin and Stein.

"I'm just surprised we all fit in here," Mon-El looked around the West house.

"Well, it's worth it," Oliver smiled at Barry, who was sitting next to Iris, Joe standing behind him.

"You're home," Iris beamed up at him.

"You're my home," Barry squeezed her hand, bending down and kissing her.

Sara playfully wolf whistled, only to duck and narrowly avoid being punched by Zari. "It's good to see you out, Barry," Kara smiled, walking over to sit on an opposite couch with Lena, Oliver and Harry on the armrests respectively.

"It's good to be out," Barry looked over them all. "Thank you for being here. All of you," he nodded to Oliver, Kara, and Sara. "You didn't have to."

"I call bullshit," Sara announced.

"Sara!" Felicity squawked, even as Alex all but cackled.

"Of course we'd be here," Kara grinned at Barry.

"I really doubt I could have stopped her if I tried," Oliver added, rolling his eyes.

"I think you just need to accept you have more people looking out for you than you realize, Mr. Allen," J'onn smiled.

"Don't we all?" Quentin agreed, clinking glasses with the Martian.

Barry smiled, touched by everyone's presence in the room, then yelped when Joe gave him a gigantic bear hug from behind, making him laugh. "Oh, he couldn't wait to do that," Cecille giggled as Thea, Clarissa, and Lily laughed.

"How you feeling, Barry?" Joe asked. "You feeling OK?"

"I'm feeling great, yeah," Barry nodded, unable to stop grinning.

"Well, you look like you could use a good meal, and don't you worry, I made a fresh batch of Grandma Esther's meatloaf."

"Oh, yeah," Barry sighed, grinning even wider.

"Just like you like it."

"Meatloaf?" Cisco wrinkled his nose. "Gross." He yelped when he got a smack on the back of the head from Winn and Felicity, then babbled to quickly make up for what he said. "I just meant meatloaf is a grossly undervalued menu item in most restaurants, I think."

"Nice save, Ramon," Harry snorted, Lena giggling behind her glass.

"You guys, now that I'm free, I don't care what I do," Barry looked around. "I'm just so happy to be back with all of you again."

"Team Flash," Cisco beamed. "And the best team up ever."

"We really need a better name than that," Ray sighed.

"Later," Joe chuckled as they all lifted their drinks. "Today, we celebrate Barry. Tomorrow, we go back to stopping the man that framed you."

"I'll drink to that," Iris agreed.

"Hear, hear," Caitlin nodded.

"And in all seriousness, that offer to punch him still stands," Sara added.

Barry chuckled, but it seemed distant. "Thanks, Sara."

Kara frowned, lowering her drink. "Barry? You OK?"

"Yeah," he nodded absently, Oliver frowning and leaning forward to hear better. "It's . . . DeVoe."

Iris immediately reached for his hand on his other side. "Barry, we're gonna stop him, I know we will."

"No, that's not it," Barry shook his head. "He . . . "

He paused, gathering his thoughts, and Oliver put his drink down. "Take your time, Barry."

Barry sighed, noticing he had everyone's attention now. "There was nothing keeping him from going inside the meta wing and absorbing the powers of every meta in Iron Heights," he said. "Peek-a-Boo, Top, Weather Wizard. I mean, he could've stolen their powers and more, but he didn't."

"Why not?" Mon-El frowned.

"He only wants the bus metas," Barry answered. "He wants their powers for something, all of them."

"And the bus metas are . . . ?" Jax prompted, raising an eyebrow.

"When Barry came out of the speed force, a blast of dark matter hit a bus in the same location," Cisco answered. "All the people onboard gained metahuman powers."

"So DeVoe only wants the metas who gained powers from being on that bus?" James frowned.

Barry nodded silently. "Why?" Mick frowned after taking another swig of beer.

"Yeah, what's so special about their powers and no other metas'?" Dig wondered.

"We don't know," Caitlin shook her head.

"But we do know a bus meta," Cisco gulped.

"You do?" Alex raised an eyebrow.

Before anyone could answer, the door to the house swung open. "Hey, guys!" Ralph called cheerfully, entering and shutting the door behind him, still clad in DeVoe's clothing. "Sorry I'm late, just couldn't get this left glute to shapeshift back to its normal, perky – " He trailed off, seeming to notice just how many people were crammed into the house. "Wow, this is a lot of people," he stammered. "And why is everyone looking at me like I'm a dead man?"

Kara just looked up at Oliver, who quickly took a drink. "Ralph?" she guessed.

"Mmmhmm," he nodded.

"Oh," Ralph winced. "I remember you."

"Wonderful," Oliver drawled.

Lena raised an eyebrow, then looked up at the man sitting on the armrest next to her. "Queen's not a fan," Harry explained. "And when he got the others out of prison, he almost 'forgot' Dibny."

"Oh," Lena nodded in understanding.

"Ooo," Ralph perked up, seeing Kara. "Hello – "

Oliver cleared his throat, reaching for the knife that had been used to cut the cake. "Not another word, Dibny."

Ralph balked, and Sara burst out laughing. "Go Oliver," Lena snickered.

"I'll drink to that," Harry agreed, the two of them clinking glasses and drinking at the same time.

Barry smiled at the lightheartedness his friends had quickly turned the moment into, and Iris smiled, leaning against him as refills on champagne were handled by Ray and Cisco.

***

"So the fastest man versus the fastest mind," Oliver mused as Barry walked with him, Kara, and Sara back towards the Waverider, where the rest of their teams were gathered to head back to Star City.

"Nice ring to it," Sara nodded.

"We'll get him," Barry said confidently. "Eventually."

"And you know if you ever need help, you've got us," Sara told him.

"So noted," Barry nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Sara."

"No problem," she smiled, holding her arms out. Barry chuckled and hugged her, Sara squeezing him back. "See? It doesn't always have to be a crisis when we all get together."

Barry laughed as he released her. "Don't ever change, Sara."

"I never will!" Sara grinned, turning and heading back to the Waverider.

Barry shook his head fondly, then turned to Oliver and Kara. "It meant a lot for all of you to be here," he told them with a smile. "Even if it was just for a day."

"It was nice to be here when there wasn't a crisis," Kara smiled.

"And it's good to see you out of prison," Oliver told him. "You didn't deserve that. So do me a favor, Barry?"

"Go for it," Barry nodded.

"Get this son of a bitch," Oliver requested. "He's not a speedster, but you can get him. And you better, with or without our help."

Barry smiled widely. "I think I can do that."

"Good," Oliver nodded, holding out a hand.

Barry just held out both arms, and sighing, Oliver resigned himself to a hug. "Thanks, man," Barry whispered in his ear.

"Any time," Oliver whispered back, clapping him on the back.

Barry turned and had his arms full of Kara in no time. "Show Reign who's the boss of National City, OK?" he told her.

"Will do," Kara giggled, squeezing him tightly. "Good luck, Barry."

"Thanks," Barry released her. "You, too. Both of you."

They nodded, and Kara slipped her hand into Oliver's, the two of them heading back to the Waverider. Barry backed up so he joined his own team on the porch of the house. As soon as the ramp shut behind the Emerald Archer and the Girl of Steel, the Waverider took off into the sky, invisibility shield shimmering into place. Barry sighed, watching his friends go as he wrapped an arm around Iris.

"Ray was right, though," Cisco said suddenly.

"About what?" Iris frowned.

"We really need a better name."

Barry laughed, along with Caitlin as Harry rolled his eyes. Oh, it was good to be home.

***

73% complete.

The brunette pacing back and forth behind the computer kept looking warily at the screen and checking her watch. It felt like the further along the download went, the slower the crawl was.

80% complete.

She took a deep breath and adjusted her cufflinks, straightening when she heard footsteps down the hall. She swiped the sealed card she had on the desk and walked over, plastering a smile on her face as the guard who had escorted her returned. "I just realized," she told him, glad her voice wasn't shaking. "I brought my sister's gift with me as well. I think I left it at security. I need to go get it."

"No need, ma'am," the guard shook his head, just like she thought he would. "It'll be best if I get it."

"Thank you." Her smile was a true one of relief this time. At least another minute or so. "She actually trusted me to get it here."

"I'll be right back," the guard told her, doing a perfect about face and returning the way he had come.

She waited until he was out of sight before hurrying back to check on the download.

89% complete.

Her phone quietly beeped, and internally cursing, she pulled it out, checking the text she got.

It can be extracted if it needs to be. All files we need are here.

She took a deep breath, checking the amount of time she had left on her watch, then looked out the office again. The guard still wasn't back. She checked the download again.

95% complete.

Nearly done, she sent back.

97% complete.

Then get back out here, quickly.

She rolled her eyes and stuffed her phone back in her pocket, just as the download bar lit up green.

100% complete.

She yanked the USB stick from its port, tucking it into her sleeve and adjusting her jacket before walking towards the door, just as the guard returned. "Here it is, ma'am," he said, holding out a wrapped box.

"Thank you for your help," she smiled, much more at ease now that her part was done.

The guard nodded as the woman carefully set the box down at the desk, then stood up and walked out the door. "Have a good evening, ma'am."

The woman saluted in reply, heading back the way she had come. She left the building without raising any flags at all, but she didn't relax until she made it to the black car she had arrived in. She made it to the driver's side door when it swung open for her, and she quickly ducked down into it, pulling the USB drive out and handing it off to the man in the passenger seat. "We got it all," she told him.

"Nice work," he nodded, plugging the drive into the laptop he had. "I think we just made it to the top of your father's Most Wanted list."

She snorted. "I think you know just as well as I do that the reason we're here is who's still at the top of that list, Lord."

Maxwell Lord snorted right back. "He's not going to like this, Lucy."

"No, he won't," Lucy Lane agreed as she drove the car out of the lot, hightailing it down the road away from her father's facility. "Do you have a better idea?"

Max sighed dramatically. "I just need to put up with you for a few more days. God help me."

"More than a few days, if I know the D.E.O.," Lucy shook her head.

Max finally pulled up one of the files, then whistled lowly. "Oh . . . definitely not," he shook his head, turning the laptop for her to see.

Lucy put the cruise control on, then turned to see what they were dealing with. As soon as she saw the picture of what looked like perfectly normal pieces of jewelry, she let out a loud curse, turning back around and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, Dad . . . what are you doing?"

"From what I can tell?" Max exited out, skimming through the files. "Trying to kill America's golden girl."

Lucy gritted her teeth, putting her foot down on the accelerator more. "Yeah, we're not gonna let that happen. Get me the fastest route to National City, now."

Max was pulling up the navigation system before she started the command.

***

SURPRISE! :D Welcome back Lucy Lane and Maxwell Lord to the Arrowverse, and unless I really can't find a way to fit them in further, they'll be here to stay!

So, if they're here, you can probably guess who I've found fitting enough to replace Lillian Luthor. I've also found it fit to change the episode title.

The next time you'll see me update, join me for "Of Two Evils," my version of "For Good!"