Oliver Queen, CEO of Queen Consolidated, jumped off of his motercycle. He was parked in front of the very same lab that created metas. He was never too fond of S.T.A.R Labs, but this was where his superhero friend was found for a good portion of his day. He walked in through the revolving doors, and to his expectancy no alarms sounded. They were not any more secure with their base than Oliver's was.

  He climbed several flights of stairs and found his way into the cortex. He could hear indistinct conversation. "Don't worry, Felicity. He wasn't burned that bad," that was Caitlin's voice. "I don't get all of this science stuff, but this looks pretty advanced," Diggle. "Don't fret, my Sebby. No one else from our past should be surprising us anytime soon," said a voice he didn't recognize.

  "Who's Sebby," Oliver asked, starting a number of people in the room. He scanned the room for the unknown voice, and he found it. He saw a young woman, blonde hair, glasses, collared shirt, and skirt. This was not Felicity.

  The young woman stepped closer, perhaps they had told her his secret identity, perhaps she had guessed. "Sebby is a nickname for Sebastian, which is Barry's undercover name," she lied. He could tell this was a lie, but he wanted a name to match a face first. She quickly, but gently, shook her head, in remembrance. "Kara Danvers. Or as you may know me better, Supergirl."

  Everone looked at him as if he were to jump back, but he seemed unphased. "How are you so calm about this," Felicity asked. He took his hand out of Kara's and turned to Felicity. "Once you find out the forensic scientist who injected you with rat poison became The Flash, there isn't too much more crazy to take."

  "Sorry," a voice said. Barry appeared from nearby Cisco's suit. His arm was a little pink and he was apologizing with a smile. It seemed like he had to say sorry for being impossible more than once. And he had. Barry pulled Oliver into a hug, before getting a look that said, 'you should know better than to hug me by now.'

  Barry turned around in embarrassment. He glanced up at Kara, a sheepish smile spread across his face as he looked down again. Oliver wrapped his arm around Felicity's shoulders and turned the two of them away from everybody else. "Is he high," he put it brief and to the point.

  She looked at him and gave him a smile. "High on romance," the two looked back at the conversing group. Kara and Barry looked like two teenagers, the kind that was too afraid to ask one another to dance. He chuckled for a moment, "Wow, they've got it bad. Are they-"

  "Dating? Yes," Felicity answered before letting him finish.

  "And are you-"

  "Jealous? No. I don't get jealous. Especially not with that wimp," her voice made a jump on the last word.

  "I should hope not," he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You're all mine."

  She smiled and they turned back to the group. Barry's arm was back to his normal shade of a pasty tan. To the right of the lovebirds, Caitlin and Cisco were practically jumping up and down. "It worked!" Cisco's shouting startled nearly every person in that room. Everyone except Barry and Kara, their quick reflexes keep them on edge nearly all the time.

  Cisco smiled, "I found out who Clock King is working with!" They all leaned forward in anticipation. "Well," Diggle asked; He too was curious. "Right," Cisco blinked. "Um, it looks like he's working with Blaine Anderson kid. No prior arrests, no pressed charges. It's like he was a really good kid. Nothing indicating his causing trouble at all. I wonder what would make him start."

  Kara and Barry exchanged looks. Ones that did not go unnoticed. "What," Caitlin asked. "Do you know something that we dont?"

  "Well..." Kara trailed off. "He's just someone from our past," Barry gave her a small glare. She gave him a guilty smile.

-

  "You really shouldn't be talking to the press," Oliver pointed out. He and Barry were at their meet up place. They had decided to have a 'training session', although Barry didn't see a point to this, in the sense that he knew everything. The younger of the two was hesitant at first, knowing how much it hurt to be shot with one of the arrows. He didn't really want to have to experience that again.

  "I know, but it was the only way Kara could stay in town," Barry reasoned. He did make a good point. "And either way, no one would figure out who I am because," he began to vibrate his vocal cords, "I can disguise my voice."

  Oliver rolled his eyes at the young man's ability. "You and that 'Kara' girl, how long has that been going on?" He had mentally made an educated guess that they had only just begun dating, seeing as they were still in that 'everything about them is perfect' stage.

  "Oh, her," he blushed. "We just started dating, but we've known each other since high school."

  "Hmm," he pondered on those words for a moment. He had never heard anything about Barry's high school years. In fact, from sophomore to senior year, his high school records were sealed. "Tell me more. What high school did you two go to?"

  Barry looked very nervous. "Is this training, or a meeting with my childhood shrink?"

  Oliver did not see this coming from Barry, of all people. He never made a remark like that. He just waved it off. "Just run over there and I'll try and get the jump on you."

  "You'd better not be planning on shooting me again. I have a girlfriend who'd be happy to melt your face off with her heat vision."

  "Great. You can bring her next time. She's been out there for nearly as long as you were when I started with you."

  "If there is a next time," Barry mumbled under his breath. He ran in the direction that Oliver pointed and started coming at him, dogging arrows along the way.

-

  Clock King sat up in his abandoned warehouse, as most dangerous criminals do, and typed speedily on the keyboard in front of him. Footsteps came behind him, ones that did not concern him. He looked at the reflection in his clock, of the man in the gray hoodie. He opened his pocket watch and clicked it closed in an angry fashion. "You're late," he huffed. He swiveled his chair around. "By two minutes."

  The man in the hoodie looked to the ground in shame. "I- I'm sorry," his voice lowered to almost a groveling whisper.

  "And you should be," the man snapped. "If this sort of thing were to happen on a mission or- or a heist, the outcome would not be pleasing. Now I have information that The Flash will be in an interview tonight, at exactly eight PM. My sources have not told me where yet, but the interview is confirmed."

  "What do we need to know the interview for," the hooded man asked.

  The older man let out a deep chuckle. "For one reason, and one reason only. To kill The Flash."

-

   Cat Grant sat on the rooftop of CC Jitters, in hopes that The Flash would arrive for an interview. She had been sitting there for nearly half an hour, and was beginning to lose faith in her assistant. Perhaps her highly optimistic millennial, I finally decided not to do the right thing, take some chances like she had suggested. She had been told by Kara, that The Flash would be at the top of Jitters at eight, and yet he still hadn't showed himself.

  She looked down at her watch, '8:30'. "That's it," she shook her head. "I spend way too much time waiting for superheros." She stood up reaching for her purse. Her eyes instinctively closed, feeling a burst of air on her face.

  "Sorry I'm late," the Scarlet Speedster said, disguising his voice. "There were a lot of crimes along the way here."

  "Your tardiness is very professional," sarcasam was strong in her voice. "Do you mind if I record this. I mean, you do owe me a favor after being half an hour late." She pressed the record button before he answered. "You are now on the record."

  He was beginning to feel a bit intimidated, which was not something The Flash should be used to. "Ah, well, um, alrighty then," his super speed was not helping him.

  "So what exactly are you? An alien? Another offspring of the vertical accelerator?"

  "Well, I, uh..." these questions were coming fast, even for him. "Wait, you mean the partical accelerator?"

  "So you are one of those meta-humans. You know about the science thing."

  "Everone who lives in Central City knows about the partical accelerator."

  "You have been a resident of Central City for a while now. How long exactly is that?"

  "What makes you deduce that?"

  "May I repeat for you, 'everyone who lives in Central City knows about it'? Are you familiar with the secret identity of the Green Arrow?"

  "Funny. You think you can trick me with your reporter skills? I've been through worse."

  "It was worth a shot. What about Supergirl?"

  "What about Supergirl?"

  Supergirl landed on top of the coffee shop, halting the conversation about herself. Her and Barry's lips were entwined in a kiss before either of them realized what was happening. They quickly pulled away from each other and turned to Cat, fully expecting to see her jaw dropped. Instead, what they saw was the woman with a smug look.

  "What," Supergirl's voice filled with confusion.

  "Oh, please," she paused the recording. "It was only a matter of time before the two of you to got together. Just so we're clear, I am going to publish this information."

  "That's fair," Barry admitted.

  Kara smiled and held her arms out in a forklift fashion. "Oh, no," Barry held his index finger in the air. "Oh yes," her smile grew. She swung an arm behind his knees, the other one she placed behind his back. She scooped him up and made a face of rumination. "You're light," she concluded. "Like, even without my super strength, you'd still be light."

  They smiled at each other and he allowed her to fly him back to wherever it was they were going. Leaving Cat there, basking in her own glory. This was sacrosanct information. This would kill the Daily Planet.

-

  Kara set Barry down inside the cortex. The lab was empty, everyone had gone home. It was quiet. The only noise was the sound of their own breathing, echoing through the building. The young couple eyed each other; they were going to do it. Before anything happened, they gave each other a peck on the cheek.

  Barry took of his mask and made the first move. He cleared hid throat and ran his fingers through his hair.

  Oh, I just wanna take you anywhere that you would like
We could go out any day, any night
Baby, I'll take you there, take you there
Baby, I'll take you there

  Kara smiled at the cheesy song choice, but continued it anyway:

  Oh, tell me tell me tell me how to turn your love on
You can get get anything that you want
Baby, just shout it out, shout it out
Baby, just shout it out

  Together they sang the next part:

  And if you
You want me to
Let's make a move yeah

  Sebastian sang the next line to Marley, as she goofed off with beat boxing:

  So tell me girl if every time we touch
You get this kind of rush
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
If you don't wanna take it slow
And you just wanna take me home
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
And let me kiss you

Oh baby baby don't you know you got what I need
Lookin' so good from your head to your feet
Common come over here, over here
Common come over here yeah

   Marley was enjoying the beat boxing, as bad as she was at it, and passed it over to Sebastian.

  Oh, I just wanna show you off to all of my friends
Making them drool down their chinny-chin-chins
Baby, be mine tonight, mine tonight
Baby, be mine tonight yeah

And if you
You want me to
Let's make a move yeah

  Sebastian joined her for the last few parts:

So tell me girl if every time we touch
You get this kind of rush
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
If you don't wanna take it slow
And you just wanna take me home
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah,

Every time we touch
You get this kind of rush
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
If you don't wanna take it slow
And you just wanna take me home
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
And let me kiss you

  They bowed to each other at the end, way too much happiness on their face. It had been too long since they had sang. And it had been never that they had sang together. They sounded golden to the ears, and they knew it. They wrapped their arms around each other in a hug. She lifted him up - her being the stronger of the two - and spun him in the air, lifting her legs off the ground in flight. He didn't fight it.

  Their expressions changed to pure terror when they noticed a figure standing in the entrance. A slow clap came from him as he stepped into the light.

  Song- Let Me Kiss You- One Direction