So, I had this random thought yesterday. The thought was 'Man, it's too bad The Arrowverse writers can't use Slade anymore. He would never let Oliver rot in prison'. And this is how it turned out.
Arrow lair
Afternoon
"I can't believe this is how it all ends," Felicity said as she looked around the lair as everything was being packed up.
"Believe it Felicity, it's over," Diggle said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's been a wild ride, but the moment Oliver gets to Iron Heights, it's over. We lost Felicity."
Unspecified location
Same time
"…and Oliver Queen was found guilty of several counts of murder, Vigilantism, conspiracy, and assault. Sources say that Mr. Queen is being transferred to Iron Heights tonight," A news broadcast was on a television set.
The TV set was in a dark room. Itwas filled with weapons, lots and lots of weapons. Mostly swords and guns. In the center of the room was a one eyed man. He had a sword on his back and was wearing a suit of armor. The man picked up an orange and black helmet on a desk and put it on, completely the set. The man turned around and looked at the television set, which now showed a picture of Oliver.
"Don't worry kid. I'm coming," The man said as he picked up a sword.
Star City, en route to Iron Heights
Night
An armored car drove down the road, led by two police cars in front and two more following it. Inside, Oliver sat in the back, cuffed as Agent Watson sat across from him.
"So, how does it feel?" Watson asked and Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"How does what feel?" Oliver asked lowly.
"To know, that despite all your sacrifices, you still lost?" Watson said smugly.
Oliver didn't respond, he simply closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
On the road ahead, Deathstroke stood, waiting. He drew his sword as they approached, knowing it was show time.
"Agent Watson, we have a problem," Watson heard on her radio and Oliver's eyes opened.
"What is it?" Watson asked as she pulled it out.
"There's some guy standing in the road dressed like Slade Wilson," the officer said and Oliver's eyes widened.
"Release Mr. Queen and we can all walk away from this," Deathstroke said as the officers in the first two cruisers got out.
"Not happening dirt bag. Drop your weapon and get on the ground!" One of the officers said as they took aim at Slade.
"As you wish," Slade said as he began walking forward.
They opened fire on him but the bullets simply bounced off Slade's armor. Whirling his sword, Slade cut off the hand of one of the officers and grabbed his gun. He shot the second officer in the shoulder and he went down. Dropping the gun, Slade jumped over the cruiser, grabbed the third officer and slammed his head into the window hard enough to shatter it. He left the unconscious officer handing in the broken window before turning and kicking the forth officer into the side of the car before punching him had enough to knock him out. He turned and looked as the six other officers from the armored car and the two cruisers behind it took aim at him.
"You would be wasting your bullets. All I want is Oliver. Release him and we can all go home," Slade told them.
"Do as he says," Oliver snarled at Watson.
"Why, afraid your friend is going to get himself killed?" Watson asked mockingly.
"No, I'm afraid he'll kill those officers," Oliver said bluntly.
True to Oliver's word, Slade slashed at the legs of one of the officers as they opened fire on him. His blade cut into the officer's legs and he went down as another officer was hit in the leg by a bullet that had been deflected by his armor. Slade whirled around in a circling, cutting down the rest of the officers, not killing them, but incapacitating them. Slade then walked towards the back of the armored car. He pulled out a small device that looked like a disk and placed it on the back door. He stepped back and, after a moment, the device went off in a small explosion. The doors burst open to reveal Watson aiming her gun at him and Oliver giving Slade an angry look.
"Lower your gun," Slade said roughly. "I have avoiding killing the rest of your men. But I would not mind killing you Agent Watson. Lower your gun."
As Oliver frantically nodded his head at her, Watson lowered her gun, glaring at Slade hatefully.
"What are you doing here Slade?" Oliver demanded.
"Rescuing you from your terrible decisions, just like I always do," Slade said as he reached in and yanked Oliver out of the car.
"No matter where you go, I will find you," Watson glowered at them and, behind his helmet, Slade smirked.
"No you won't," Slade said as he pulled out a gun and fired.
A bullet hit Watson in the head and she hit the floor, her eyes staring without seeing as she bled out.
"Slade!" Oliver shouted as Slade pocketed the gun. "You said you weren't going to kill her!"
"I changed my mind," Slade said simply. "We need to get going."
"I'm not going anywhere until you-"
Out of patience, Slade punched Oliver, hard. Oliver went down, out cold and Slade knelt down and picked him up.
"Sorry kid, but we need to get going," Slade said as he threw Oliver's unconscious form over his shoulder and began walking away into the night.
So, should I continue or not?
