A/N So. Yeah. I know. I'm sorry for not updating with the 'Ain't Nobody Quite Like 'em' series. If anyone has ideas for inserting Sam and Dean into the Blood of Olympus, please please please let me know! I'm drawing a blank.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, sorry for any OOCness, especially with Flash, and comments are greatly appreciated!

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Strategy versus Speed

by SilverMoonGrimm

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"Superpowers obviously beat bows and arrows. I mean, there's a reason they haven't been used since the Middle Ages!"

The Starling City police unit looked up in surprise as three men seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Well, for those who had been paying attention, there was a tell-tale splash of color trailing behind them, but those hard-working policemen were too focused on their paperwork to notice. Obviously.

"Sorry, but I've spent eight years doing this, trained by the best. Experience beats speed." The man in green countered as he forcibly handcuffed the tag-a-long.

"You keep saying older is better, but at some point you're gonna be a grandpa and then who's going to win?"

"You, because I will have enlightened you with all my vigilante wisdom by then and you will too have the advantage of strategic planning."

The Flash grabbed the prisoner and ran off, returning only a few moments later sans the captive and with a green case-covered phone, which he covertly held.

Captain Quentin Lance took this as his cue. "Not that I'm not thankful or anything, but what exactly did this guy do?"

"This man was the one responsible for the McNab Street murders." The Arrow told him, oblivious to his partner's playing on the phone.

Lance racked his brain, trying to recall the case. "The suicides?"

"Except they weren't suicides." He said ominously. He didn't elaborate. "I think you'll find he'll confess completely."

"Hey, O-Arrow!" The Flash grinned as he showed the room the screen. "Who's 'heart heart heart'?"

"Give that back." Arrow scowled. He reached out to snatch it back, but Flash rushed over to the other side of the room before he could.

"Experience always wins, huh? Let's see, speakerphone . . . here we go!"

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"Put it down. Now." Lance watched Arrow grip his bow and quickly backed off.

"Hearts for her name? Seriously? What are you, a fifth grader?"

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"I said-" but Arrow stopped short when 'heart heart heart' answered the phone.

"Hello, honey."

Flash actually froze for a second, shocked.

"Hello?"

Iris West. It was Iris-freaking-West on the other end calling Arrow honey.

"Hel-lo?"

Flash dropped the phone.

"No way."

Lance saw a hint of a smirk underneath the Arrow's hood.

"Not fair. Not fair. You said guys like us never get the girl!"

"I did say that."

"You . . ." The Flash backed up, away from Arrow, fists tightening, until he hit the wall. He glanced between the wall and his (possibly former) mentor. Making up his mind, he ran off, leaving behind a very confused task force.

"Who was that?" Lance asked. Arrow just smiled and picked up the phone from where Flash had dropped it.

"Good job Felicity."

"You should really go apologize to him. This was kind of mean." Instead of the first voice, a certain female hacking genius ' voice came over the phone.

"I told him not to call. And Barry finding a new girl while in a coma wasn't?"

"That's . . . besides the point!"

"I think that's exactly on the point."

"And he called your bow old-fashioned."

"There's that too."

"Mainly that, really."

"Mainly that. What can I say? Strategy beats speed."