AN: Is this... another update? What?

"So, are we just gonna ignore that?"

"Yeah, why not? We've met those kids. They do seem like the worst."

"Malcolm!"

"Ow! I'm just saying!"

"Let's eat their food! I'm hungry!" Kara said, ignoring Malcolm and Laurel, who were busy bickering, like an old married couple. Honestly, not that different from their future selves.

"You're always hungry," Oliver said.

"Yeah-" Kara cut herself off as two certain speedsters sped past her to get into the break room. "Barry! You better leave me some donuts, or I will set you on fire!"

"Run! Angry Kryptonian!"

"Huh," Alex said as she saw Kara run into the break room to avenge her donuts."I'm... honestly not surprised."

"Does that happen a lot?" Slade asked.

"Oh, all the time. She threatened to melt my face off over potstickers. True story," Alex nodded.

"So, don't steal food from her," Slade said.

"Exactly," Alex nodded. "So, uh..."

"... Something you want to talk about?" Slade asked her, a smirk on his face.

"Shut up! This is weird!" Alex said, rolling her eyes.

"It is," Slade nodded.

"How are you so calm about this. You act like this happens everyday," Alex said.

"Yeah, this exact same thing happened a few weeks ago," Slade nodded, smirking. "Alright, seriously... this is weird for me too. But we're.. Slowly testing the waters, right?"

"Slowly testing the waters," Alex nodded, taking his hand, smiling

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"And just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Laurel said as they found the kids, looking for something.

"Scatter!!" Rebecca said as they all ran off in a different direction.

"Oh, no you don't missy," Malcolm said, as he caught her as she ran out.

"No, dad, I'm Rebecca," Rebecca said cheekily.

"No, you're grounded, only I'm allowed to make dad jokes," Malcolm said, making Rebecca groan, and try to run away to... hide in the vent's or something. "Nope. Not happening."

She pouted as he threw her over his shoulder and walked out with Laurel.

"Dad! I'm not 2! Put me down!" Rose said as she was picked up in a similar way.

"Yeah. No. You're grounded," Alex told her.

"Dammit!"

"Who in the fuck told you it was okay to curse?" Alex said to Rose. She then turned to where Oliver and his kids were. "You're all grounded too.

"Me and Ruby are adults," William said.

"Go! I'm not talking to you!" Alex said. They walked out quickly. "You two are grounded."

"What!? That's not fair! Dad didn't say anything about that!" Moira said.

"Well I did!" Alex said. She knew how hard it was for him to punish his kids. They just looked so much like Kara. And pouted like her.

"You're not my mom! You're just my aunt! I'm leaving, come on Alura," Moira took Alura's hand and walked out with her.

"Oliver... I know you don't like having to yell at them, but you can't let them get away with whatever they want," Alex said.

"I know Alex. Just... Moira was so broken after Kara's death. She barely got out of bed for the first month after. Only for the funeral. She's finally starting to get over it, and I just can't bring myself to wipe the smile off her face, when she was without it for so long," Oliver said.

"I know. I'll let it slide. Rose is gonna be pissed with me," Alex said.

"If she's not, are you really being a mother?" Oliver said.

"That's fair," Alex shrugged as they walked back into the viewing room. Alura had convinced Moira to come back, and was now braiding a pouting Rebecca's hair.

"Don't worry Becca, you'll get over it," Laurel said, making Becca glare at her. "Kay. My fault. Got it."

"Alright. Why don't we start the next video," Alex said as she sat down with Slade. "Where's Rose?"

"Pouting with Rebecca," Slade said.

John Diggle

"This place used to house MRI machines," Dinah said as Team Arrow entered the hideout.

"We're in the right place," Dig told her. "That's all that matters."

"Overwatch is back," Laurel reported.

"Hey, guys," Felicity chimed in. "Sorry I'm late."

"How was it with Watson?" Dig asked.

"Terrifying," Felicity answered. "We knew she was planning a case against Oliver, but I'm starting to think her net is widening to include us."

"She hasn't contacted me yet," Curtis frowned, then stopped. "Wait. Why hasn't she?"

"Really?" Oliver said to Curtis who looked down in emmbaressment.

"How about we not worry about this while we're in the lair of a psycho killer?"

"Sorry," Curtis sighed.

"I wouldn't worry about you," Felicity said. "Less than half the interrogation was grilling me about Oliver."

"What was it mostly about?" Dig frowned.

"I'll give you a hint. She saved all our lives and is now another key subject of Watson's interrogation."

"She's going further into Kara?" Laurel demanded angrily.

"More specifically that she's Supergirl and therefore is connected not only to Oliver, but also to the Green Arrow," Felicity confirmed. "So who wants to tell Alex?"

"Not me," Rene answered at once.

"You're going to end up having to just because you said not it," Dig snorted.

"Here," Dig said suddenly. Everyone turned to see him hold up a handful of magnetic bullets, then he moved forward to find even more on a table nearby, the others holding their flashlights to see. "There's enough ordnance here for a small war."

"Dang," Deathstroke muttered impressed.

"You don't need this many bullets for one councilwoman," Curtis said quietly.

Dinah shook her head in agreement. "When you called Vince a psycho killer, you weren't wrong," she said bitterly.

Oliver Queen

Oliver walked into the Kasnia prison, escorted by guards to where the warden was sitting at a desk. "Mr. Queen," he stood, approaching him.

"Thank you for taking the time," Oliver gave one of his more charming smiles in response.

"It is not every day I meet celebrity," the warden said, holding out a hand.

Oliver chuckled, even as he shook. "I'm not famous."

"I saw you on news once. You punched man with camera."

"You did what?" Winn said in shock.

Thea was just laughing hysterically. "I remember that!"

Oliver scowled, narrowing his eyes. "Yeah, I sure did," he seethed quietly, shaking his head.

Kara Danvers

Kara snorted as well, putting a hand over her mouth as she listened. "That had to be good," Malcolm smirked from where he was leaning against the wall, Slade pacing.

"Did Oliver really punch a camera man once?" Kara asked.

"He did," Thea nodded. "I forget why."

"I don't even remember doing it," Oliver shrugged.

Slade paused in his tracks to look incredulously at Malcolm. The assassin blinked, then burst out laughing. "How did that come up?"

Laurel was just rolling her eyes as everyone was laughing at Malcolm's expression.

"Apparently they know of that little incident even here in Kasnia," Kara smirked.

"Bloody hell, kid," Slade pinched the bridge of his nose as Malcolm got a good laugh out of that. "Really?"

Oliver Queen

"They also say you are quite good with bow and arrow," the warden added.

"Oh, don't believe everything that you see on TV," Oliver's smile this time was more forced.

"OK, OK," the warden sat down. "I understand you're with organization in hopes – "

"To request the release of one of your prisoners," Oliver nodded. "Kane Wolfman."

The warden sighed and leaned forward. "I wish you'd come earlier."

"Oh, that's never good," Sara sighed.

Oliver narrowed his eyes, not liking where this conversation was heading.

Malcolm Merlyn

When Kara let out a long sigh, Malcolm looked up from where he had been twirling a switchblade in his hands, and he was in time to see her close her eyes and lean her head back against the wall. "I don't like the sound of that," he frowned uneasily.

"No," Kara shook her head. "No, you shouldn't."

"What did you hear, little one?" Slade asked worriedly.

Kara sighed again, looking at Malcolm. "Well . . . worst case scenario is no longer the worst case scenario."

Deathstroke sighed. He knew that wasn't good. Agent Danvers squeezed his hand, smiling sadly at him.

Oliver Queen

"Kara told you?" Oliver guessed as he walked out to meet the three others coming towards him.

"Not entirely," Malcolm shook his head.

"What happened?" Slade demanded.

Oliver sighed, looking at Kara, only to see she was shaking her head and absently biting her fingernails. "Uh . . . there was a fight in the prison yard that Joe tried to break up. Someone pushed, and he hit his head."

"Which had to be one extremely hard hit," Kara pressed her fingers into her forehead. "I'm sorry, Slade."

Slade closed his eye, shaking his head. "He never knew."

"I never would have gotten through Kasnia without you all," Slade said.

"That's why we came with you," Malcolm said.

"Never knew what?" Oliver asked.

"That I loved him."

"Of course he knew," Kara shook her head as well.

"I don't remember the last time when I told him," Slade argued.

"You were his father," Oliver reminded him. "Trust me, he knew."

"I should have come with you to the prison," Slade admitted. "I know it wouldn't have made any difference, but at least I could have seen him, said goodbye."

"We still can," Oliver nodded in the prison's direction. "You can still say goodbye."

"Besides, there's still something about this that isn't sitting right with me," Malcolm frowned.

"Well, that's because you're overly paranoid," Laurel said,

"Like what?" Kara asked.

"Like you said," Malcolm shrugged. "It had to be one extremely hard hit, especially on the head."

"You think something else happened?" Oliver frowned.

"I think that with everything we've all seen, we shouldn't take words alone," Malcolm answered after a moment. "Until we see that Joe is dead, I'm not taking the word of a stranger. Because we all know how truthful prison wardens often are."

"Not," Kara admitted, a small smile growing on her face. "You think Joe could still be alive?"

"He could be," Malcolm nodded.

"Then I say we walk in there and get the warden to talk some more," Kara grinned.

Except this time, it was with a sharp edge to it they had only seen three times: once with Adrian Chase, the second regarding Lillian Luthor, and the third when confronting Morgan Edge.

"That smile is scary," Curtis muttered.

"I like that idea, little one," Slade finally said, a small smile on his face.

Kara beamed, putting her hands in her jacket pockets and sauntering off. "Oliver," Malcolm looked at him. "Why haven't you married her yet?"

Oliver couldn't help but smirk as the three men followed Kara. "Who says I haven't thought about it?"

There was a squeal and Thea fell off the couch, pulling Willa with her, who glared.

Both men blinked at him, then Slade smiled and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Good for you, kid."

"I just don't know who we'll have to give the shovel talk to," Malcolm wondered.

Oliver snorted. "I think Clark and J'onn will do that just fine on their own, thanks."

Both men nodded in agreement. They would.

John Diggle

Dinah was throwing punches faster than Dig could see when he entered the Arrowcave. "Don't burn yourself out, Dinah!" he called, seeing her stop and take deep breaths. "We need you for the long haul, remember?"

"There is no long haul," she seethed. "We're putting this bastard down."

"Dinah, this bastard was your partner and your boyfriend," Dig gave her a look.

"I don't need you to remind me of that, thanks," she put her hands on her hips.

"No, you don't need me to remind you of that," Dig agreed. "But you do need someone to point out the fact that perhaps a part of you should be happy to have him back."

"John, when Vince died, I did my absolute best to kill myself," Dinah sighed. "I became somebody I didn't even recognize to avenge somebody who I don't even recognize anymore, somebody who kills innocent people."

"You and Vince went through something horrific," Dig told her. "You did some things you regret. Maybe there's a part of you that's putting that on him."

"John, he's a psychopath!" Dinah protested.

"Doesn't change the fact that he's someone who needs help, Dinah," Dig shook his head. "Just like you did."

"Sorry to interrupt," Rene walked up cautiously. "But we've got two new problems. Pollard's headed over to do a sit-down at Channel 52 to talk about the anti-vigilante referendum."

"Wait, no," Dinah shook her head. "That station's not secure! SCPD cannot protect her there!"

"That's why I said we've got a problem," Rene nodded.

"What's the second one?" Dig frowned.

"Agent Watson subpoenaed me," Rene answered, making Dig groan and roll his eyes. "I got to go, right?"

Rene groaned in frustration.

"Yeah, that's usually what a subpoena means," Dig nodded. "You have to go."

"Well, I'm gonna head to the news station, see if I can give Pollard some extra protection," Dinah walked off.

"Dina, if Vince tries anything," Dig began.

"I know, John!" Dinah yelled back. "I've got it!"

Dig sighed, watching her go.

Kara Danvers

The warden looked up from a file he was looking through as Oliver and Slade walked in, Kara and Malcolm behind them. "Mr. Queen," he greeted. "I was not expecting a return visit."

"Warden, this is Kane Wolfman's father," Oliver gestured to Slade. "He wishes to see his son's body."

The warden paused, and Kara narrowed her eyes, focusing hard. "I am afraid that won't be possible," the warden said.

"Why?" Oliver frowned as Slade and Malcolm exchanged glances. "You said he passed only days ago."

"Yes, but – "

"Warden," Oliver interrupted coldly as Kara lowered her glasses slightly, doing a slow 360. "Where's the body?" "It is no longer in my possession," the warden began.

"Well, he's right about that," Kara whispered, knowing Slade could hear her.

"Then where is my son's body?" Slade snarled.

"Hey, hey," Oliver put a hand on his shoulder. "Easy. Easy."

Slade growled under his breath, but backed up slightly. "He's lying," he told Oliver quietly.

Oliver nodded back microscopically as Kara focused back on the warden. "Do you want me to contact Liberty Watch?" Oliver asked. "Do you want me to cause an international incident? Because I am prepared to do both."

"The situation is complicated," the warden began.

"Then uncomplicate it," Kara said coldly, making the three others look at her, surprised.

"And who are you to tell me that?" the warden narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm," Kara chuckled quietly, walking forward. "Who am I to tell you that? Well . . . " She walked right up to him and tilted her head. "I'm the one who has been listening to your heartbeat steadily increase since we've been here. I'm also the one who knows that there was no sign of any body here in the prison. Which either means you're lying . . . or you're lying. You don't want to make Kane's father angry. Trust me, I can vouch for that. On the other hand . . . you see, Oliver and I arranged something," she reached past him for one of the paperclips on his desk. "He would be the diplomacy." Kara looked up at the warden and curled her fingers in a fist, the paperclip inside it. "I wasn't the girl that was going to cling on his arm and look pretty." She uncurled her fist, and all the blood drained from the warden's face when he saw the paperclip had crumbled to dust. "Now," she smiled sweetly, making a show of brushing her hands off as the three men behind her smirked proudly. "What were you saying about complicated?"

"You're very scary," Curtis said, making a lot of people nod.

The warden gulped, then turned to Slade. "They are called the Jackals, the men your son investigated," he said. "When they discovered his arrest, which was merely him being in wrong place at wrong time, they broke into prison, take him."

"Why?" Malcolm folded his arms.

"Torture," the warden answered simply. "His son is spy. In his head, secrets worth millions. They threatened reprisal on my family if I spoke about it."

"Well, believe me," Malcolm looked at Slade, the man fuming as Kara put a hand on his shoulder, the one thing keeping him from launching at the warden. "It's a good thing you did. Because when the Jackals took his son . . . I bet they didn't count on who his father was."

"They really didn't," Deathstroke said.