Chapter 19: DONE DARES

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! This is my new year's gift to you all - the final chapter of this story. I hope that you will enjoy this ending. And for the last time, THANK YOU VERY MUCH for reading, following, favorite-ing, and reviewing this fic! It was such a wonderful writing experience for me to have done this multi-chapter fic. So if you could make time, please do leave your comments as we bid farewell to this story. A blessed and prosperous 2017 to you!

Day 39

T.G.I.F. That was the first thought that crossed Oliver's mind when he woke up the next day at the crack of dawn. It wasn't really because he was looking forward to the weekend since it was the last day of the work week; he had only been back at City Hall for two days. It was really because it was the most satisfying Friday morning he knew he would remember waking up to. So far.

Oliver looked down at the naked woman pressed against his side under the duvet with him. His Felicity. His wife. She was beautiful. She was precious. She was the gift he got to unwrap last night.

In keeping with their mutually desired goal to fulfill yesterday's dare, he had volunteered to clear the dinner table and put away the dishes in the washer by himself so that she could get ready. And boy, was she ready by the time he made it to their bedroom. The light, fresh, aromatic scent of lavender filled the room. The bedside lamps had not been turned on because she had set up white candles of different sizes all around the room instead. It was as if she had tried to recreate their first night in Nanda Parbat (minus Ra's al Ghul's ultimatum and the assassins lurking around their room). How she managed to disable the smoke detector attached to the ceiling, he didn't know, neither did he care to figure out. She apparently had more than just lingerie stashed in the big shopping bag she had brought home. The set-up was nothing, though, compared to his wife's get-up for their special evening.

Felicity had bought and worn an off-shoulder lace tunic that ended mid-thigh, with the sleeves flowing up to just below her elbows. The soft, translucent material had revealed the matching satin and lace two-piece underwear she had worn underneath. Best of all, she had intentionally picked a lingerie ensemble in his favorite color of all – deep forest green. As Oliver recalled how utterly stunning and desirable she looked in her three-piece ensemble, he smiled as he wondered where each piece had ended up, having been discarded ever so gently, one piece at a time, at his prompting and with her permission.

Oliver had always thought that his wife was gorgeous, but last night, she had taken gorgeous to a whole new level. The moment he had entered the room and saw her emerging from their en suite bathroom, he had been entranced and frozen in place at the threshold, mouth gaping open, eyes forgetting to blink, and heart pounding as he took in her alluring appearance. Everything about her was beautiful. It wasn't just her physical body and what she had been wearing – both of which his eyes, his hands, and his lips had feasted on almost the entire night. It was more than just the smile she flashed at him and the gleam in her bright blue eyes as soon as their gazes met. It was the light in her soul. Who she was on the inside-out had made her the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world in his adoring eyes.

Oliver had thought that after a long time of not being together intimately because of conflicts that almost led to divorce, things would feel awkward or tense between them, but when Felicity had approached him at the doorway, wrapped her arms around his neck, and initiated the first kiss, his apprehensions faded away as he took her into his firm but tender embrace. Every kiss, every touch, every movement had been an expression of love, devotion, and passion between them – each one more intense than the one before. Whenever their eyes had been open and their gazes had met, he had seen in her eyes that she welcomed him in every way. So he drank her in like refreshing waters from the fountain of her love until he had become intoxicatingly full.

He had made love with his wife last night once more, and it had been… incredible. And why wouldn't it have been? They had finally reconciled over the past week, and the issues and conflicts that drove them apart had been resolved one day at a time. Their coming together intimately again had simply and naturally followed suit, like a chain reaction set off by the all-consuming want to be one flesh again. He and Felicity had been intimate numerous times before – before and after they were married – and he could recall several times when those moments had been extremely pleasurable, especially after they became officially and legally a couple. But last night? It had topped the charts. This time, there had been no question that they belonged to each other as man and wife; thus, there was no fear that the pleasures they shared would not last.

They hadn't done anything new actually, as he recalled. He believed with all his heart that their changed attitudes and selfless motives had made the world of difference between last night and the previous nights they had already shared in the past. There had been no more malice, no pretense, no guilt, and no doubts. They had brought no unrealistic expectations borne out of selfish demands into their moment. Enraptured in blissful romance, there was no longer an anxious care about their ability or inability to conceive because they had that issue settled once and for all. Forgiveness had replaced lies and hatred. Unconditional love and acceptance had set them free to experience the satisfaction of sexual union as it was meant to be – passionate and pure, unadulterated by reckless, indulgent lust, and devoid of the pressure exerted either by borrowed time or stolen opportunities, the need to compensate for shortcomings or regrets, or the expectation to perform. They had risen above the hurts of the past and the fears of the future, and they simply basked in the pleasures of the present. They had enjoyed each other after several months of denying the other of the physical pleasure that they both had equal rights to as a married couple.

At the height of their intimacy, "I love you's" had been ecstatically and emphatically exchanged. As they relaxed into the afterglow, happy tears had rolled down her cheeks – tears that he had wiped off her face with his lips. He had gathered her into his arms affectionately, and they had thanked each other for being willing to meet each other's needs. They had fallen asleep in each other's embrace, grateful that they had, at last, boldly faced their fears, they had willingly let go of bitterness and blame, and they had resolutely chosen to give their marriage a fresh start.

"Good morning," Felicity said softly, almost like a moan. "Good morning," Oliver replied, his voice muffled as he spoke while pressing his lips on the bare skin of her shoulder. "Mmm…" she groaned at the contact. She looked up and returned the kiss on his neck. "I can tell you've been awake for quite a while. I can practically feel and hear you thinking," she said.

He just smiled, amused by her intuitiveness. She knew him all too well.

"So…?" she inquired of him.

"I was just thinking about how amazing you are… how much I love you… and how blessed we are to have been given another chance," he replied, pulling her even closer to himself.

She moved her hand from where it had rested on his chest to wrap her arm around his waist. "Oh," she responded, her voice lighter. She was evidently thinking of fond thoughts herself. "I thought, after last night, you would have been imagining blonde and blue-eyed baby Queens keeping us up all night in a year or two." They both chuckled at the thought.

He shifted position and turned to face her completely. The arm that had been folded underneath his head made its way around her smooth-skinned back. Both his arms were now wrapped around Felicity. "That's a happy thought," he remarked, reminiscing a time when she had asked him if he ever had any happy thoughts since the island. He wondered if wishful thinking could one day become reality. He then asked her, "Have you been dreaming of blonde and blue-eyed babies?"

"Of course! For a long time, actually. I've always pictured a little boy, running around the house with a toy bow and arrow, imitating your growly voice and saying 'Daddy, you have failed this city,'" she joked, mimicking the Green Arrow's scary face.

Oliver smirked, but he kept going though, "What about a little girl? A mini you, but with naturally golden locks tied up in a ponytail, who would one day wear dark-rimmed glasses while hacking into her mother's security protocols just to be able to access the Internet."

"Aww… I wouldn't want our daughter wearing prescription lenses like me at such a young age," she complained.

"Not as much as I would hate for our son to be shooting arrows with rubber suction cup tips, thinking that the babysitter was some bad guy that needed to be crossed off some list," he counter-protested.

"I don't think that would be a problem with our prospective pool of babysitters. Thea and Laurel are more than capable of defending themselves," she reasoned, and then second-guessed herself. "On second thought, scratch that. My mom would be in so much trouble."

"I think Donna will do fine. She's a strong woman," Oliver commented. "She survived you, didn't she?" he teased her.

"Hey!" Felicity interjected, attempting to push him away. She failed to do it though, as her husband held on to her more tightly and locked her legs within one of his own, stroking a hand up and down her spine. That very quickly changed her mind about wanting to move away.

"Honey, I was just kidding," he said to her, as he felt her yielding to him. "But on a more serious note, do you think we would ever get our wish?" He asked, considering what the doctors' forecast had been regarding his fertility most recently.

Felicity knew what he was driving at, but she chose not to reinforce negative thoughts. Instead, she giggled and naughtily remarked, "After how well last night turned out, we better! If we keep this up on a regular basis, there'd be no need to recruit a new generation of Team Arrow heroes in the future. Protecting Star City would become a family tradition."

His brows furrowed slightly at the thought of the scenario she presented. "I was kind of hoping that we would have done our job of keeping the city safe by the time our little ones are weaned from bottles and diapers. It would be nice to finally hang up the hood and raise a normal family together, don't you think so?" He did not take offense at her last comment; he was just engaged in more pensive thoughts, hoping against hope that his aspiration would someday be granted.

"I don't know," she replied with uncertainty. "Sure, it would be nice for Star City to finally be peaceful and safe so that we could retire from vigilante-ing, but I'm surely going to miss the crime-fighting career that I had stumbled upon when I met you. Because… not only do I love spending my nights with you…" she said, pausing to relish the memory of when she first babbled those words inappropriately while she protested her promotion as his EA back in the days. "…I also happen to think that it would be an honor to pass on the legacy of heroism to our children and grandchildren."

Oliver smiled. He was always amused and awed whenever Felicity was giant steps ahead of him. He had nothing but admiration for her brilliance and positive perspective of things, no matter how ugly. There he was, looking forward to a time when he could turn a new leaf and start a new chapter in his life – one that did not involve people he cared about being threatened or dying. But his wife was even more proud of what they had accomplished so far, seeing it in a positive light as an honorable legacy that they can unashamedly leave behind for the next generation to follow.

Oliver sighed with pride in the woman he had chosen to become his partner for life. He kissed her with ardent devotion, letting her know how much he appreciated having her in his arms, in his life. She kissed him back with the same fervency, letting him know that she no longer regretted staying in his arms, in his life.

When they finally came up for air, he spoke, "I'm just going to empty my bladder for a while. When I come back, let's do the journal."

She was smiling at him when she replied, "Okay, great! But hurry up, will you? My bladder's been begging for relief too."

Oliver got up and out of bed. Felicity wrapped herself with the duvet like an egg roll and got up after him, going for the journal that was still in her bag (which she remembered having placed on the table near the door when she had gone up after dinner last night, but was now on the floor, its contents scattered, probably because it had been displaced by two very enthusiastic individuals who had been too passionately occupied with each other to notice). She couldn't stop smiling like crazy now. She wondered if the day's dare would be just as fantastic as the previous challenge. She had certainly been pleased with that one.

"Love is a covenant," Oliver and Felicity read together. They both knew what a covenant was, so it was not that difficult to grasp what the journal entry's message meant. It reinforced what they already understood. Loving one's spouse is making a promise that is meant to be kept for life – a promise to remain faithful and committed to the relationship whatever the cost. Those were mere words when they had stood in front of the altar two years ago, no matter how sincerely they had meant those words when they had first spoken them. But after what they had gone through, theory became a life principle that they now held close to their hearts and wanted to live by. They now understood that loving each other was different from compromises and deals and more binding than most truces and treatises that two parties get into. It was a solemn agreement that must never be broken for as long as they were still breathing, never be withdrawn from despite the other spouse's faults and failures, and never be dissolved even when giving up and walking away feel like the best and only recourse to escape discomfort and hurt.

Love is a covenant. It meant that their souls were bound to each other, and breaking their covenant meant breaking their hearts. The implication is that they were to let nothing and no one come between them; the only time that jealousy was justified was when something or someone does, and when that happens, either of them could rightly fight to reclaim the other's loyalty.

The challenge for the day was not as sappy as the one from the day before, but Felicity wasn't disappointed, and neither was Oliver. The dare was solemn, and perhaps more difficult to pull off, if they were to take it seriously. They were supposed to write out a renewal of their vows and place them somewhere in their home, and if appropriate, they were to make arrangements to formally renew their wedding vows before a minister and with family present. These acts were intended to get them to be accountable to the people who care about them the most, as well as to be a living testament to their reconciliation and recommitment to marriage until death did them part.

Just one exchange of knowing looks was shared, and immediately, Oliver and Felicity knew that they were both excited to go for it.

As soon as Felicity reached Palmer Tech that day, she had her assistant arrange for the company's private jet for a special round trip the next day, and then she called her mother and spoke to Curtis afterwards. Oliver, on the other hand, had his secretary book City Hall's resident chaplain for a renewal of vows ceremony the next day, and delegated to Thea the calls that needed to be made for the small number of guests that they wanted to be witnesses of this important event in their lives.

Day 40

The next day, Oliver and Felicity renewed their marriage vows in the presence before the chaplain in the presence of family and friends at sunrise on the tranquil shores of a beach at Lian Yu on the opposite side of where the covert ARGUS prison facility was. They were grateful for everything that life had brought their way – both the good and the bad – which not only had made them change for the better but also had led them to each other. Lian Yu represented Oliver Queen's torment and transformation, a major turning point in his life, which had not only led him to live the life of an unsung hero but also had led him to Felicity Smoak. It was only fitting to have exchanged renewed vows there; it was a symbol of their mutual desire to leave the past behind and move on with their lives. He and she were leaving their purgatories behind and were moving on to face their future together.

The Palmer Tech jet had flown everyone to China where everyone had taken two helicopters to the island to be present at this most auspicious yet very private event. Donna and Quentin were there. John and Lyla Diggle were there, and so were Thea and Laurel and Curtis. Even Roy Harper had made it to the airport just in time for their midnight flight, the Diggles having arranged safe passage for him into Star City using ARGUS resources and protocols. Oliver had wanted for William to be there, but when he found out from his initial talk with his son's stepfather that William did not have a passport yet, he had no longer pursued the invitation. Doctors Henderson and Kumar had also been invited, but they couldn't make it on such short notice because of scheduled medical procedures the next morning. Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, and Caitlyn Snow had been invited as well, but Zoom was on the loose, wreaking havoc in Central City, so they had to leave without their Team Flash friends. Felicity had been unsuccessful in making contact with Sara Lance and Ray Palmer, who most probably had been busy time-traveling and fixing aberrations in the historical timeline with the rest of the Legends.

And of course, Walter Steele was present. It was the fortieth and final day of the Love Dare Challenge, and he was the one that Oliver and Felicity had asked to read the last journal entry towards the end of the short, simple ceremony. "Love conquers all," Walter read aloud in his finely polished British accent. "For those of you who are here with your spouse and partner for life," he improvised as he read on, "take this moment to tell him or her that no matter what, you will never dare give up on them. Promise to never leave them nor forsake them whatever life may bring." Everyone was quiet as he read, and on his cue, the couples present did as the journal challenged them to do.

After the simple but meaningful renewal of vows ceremony, Oliver brought Felicity and Thea to a secret gravesite and introduced his wife to his father. "Hey, Dad," Oliver spoke as he knelt down before the mound of dirt covered with rocks and stones, which marked where he had buried his Robert Queen's remains years ago. "I'd like you to meet a very special person. Her name is Felicity. She's the love of my life, and she's your daughter-in-law. I'm sure if you would have had the chance to get to know her, you would have loved her like I do. Thea does, and she's here, too." He paused, looking at his sister for approval. Thea smiled at her brother, kneeling down beside him.

"I miss you, and I miss Mom," he said softly, his voice breaking when he remembered how his mother's life had been cut short by the man imprisoned on the same island, a man who once had been his friend. "I… I've been trying to save our city, to make it a better, safer place… like you asked me to. Thea's helping me now. Felicity is, too. She's my partner." He then looked at Felicity and smiled, wiping a lone tear on his cheek with the back of his hand. Felicity placed her hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "I'm also the mayor now. Can you believe it? With the help of Thea and Felicity and a few other friends, I now protect the city night and day. I've tried to honor your dying wish with their help, and… and in the process, I've become someone else, someone better. I only wish you could see me now."

Felicity stood and watched quietly as Oliver and Thea shed some tears before their father's grave, giving them much-needed time. She also wondered what it would have been like if she had met Robert Queen in person. Would he have liked her? Walter Steele did. Moira? Felicity may never know; the Queen matriarch's life had been cut short too soon. It was sad they had been unable to settle their differences over telling Oliver about Thea's parentage.

While they were at the gravesite, John and Lyla Diggle checked on the prisoners of the ARGUS facility before rejoining the rest of the wedding party on the jet. As soon as they returned to the beach to rejoin the rest of the group, they reported to Oliver that Slade Wilson, Damian Darkh, and the masterminds of H.I.V.E were still alive and secure in their isolated prison cells. Oliver appreciated that, and everyone in the Team was relieved.

The helicopters brought everyone back to China where they boarded the jet back to Star City in time for a simple late afternoon reception at the Loft. Doctors Henderson and Kumar were able to make it, so the Queens and their family and friends were able to express their heartfelt thanks for what they had done for Oliver. Dr. Kumar was just about to let it slip that he was more than glad to have helped the Green Arrow when Felicity somehow managed to redirect the conversation in order to keep her husband's secret identity hidden from her mother and from Walter Steele, who were the only two people in the group that still didn't know about it.

When everyone had eaten, Oliver raised his glass of red wine and offered a toast, "Thank you, all, for coming. You are all special to me and Felicity, and it meant a lot to us for you to have witnessed us renewing our vows on the island. From now on, I can look back at Lian Yu and not regret everything about it anymore. I can think about it and remember the beautiful, brilliant, amazing woman whom I promised to cherish for the rest of my life – the woman who loved me in spite of who I was, who still loves me enough to forgive me and take me back even if I don't deserve it, and who likewise promised that she will keep on loving me despite my imperfections. Here's to Felicity Megan Smoak Queen – the light of my life, and my always."

"To Felicity!" Thea cheered. "To Felicity!" everyone cheered.

After everyone took a swig of their wines, Felicity declared, "I get to offer a toast, too!"

"Of course, you do," Donna said with a twinkle in her eye.

"I offer this toast to love and marriage, and to everyone here who would dare to take this difficult yet life-changing challenge to love someone unconditionally for a lifetime – like I have," Felicity said, gazing at Oliver with so much affection in her eyes. "To love dares and happiness!" she cheered.

"To love dares and happiness!" Oliver and the rest of the group cheered after her.

After sipping their wines, Oliver and Felicity intertwined their hands and gave each other a kiss while their family and friends applauded.

More than a month ago, Oliver had wondered if his love was strong enough to win back his wife after failing her miserably. On the fortieth day of the challenge, he told his wife that he had come to believe in two things: first, that his love had indeed been strong enough, and second, that her love had been strong enough to give him another chance, too.

Epilogue

Oliver and Felicity followed through with fertility treatments and kept trying to get pregnant, but after a couple of years of trying, they decided to just let nature take its course. They loved each other, and they nurtured their relationship with more understanding and better communication, with forgiveness each time either one had made an intentional or unintentional mistake, with patience as they struggled with patterns of behavior that irritated or hurt the other. Even in the absence of children of their own.

William became the apple of their eyes. That first meeting between him and Felicity had gone very well. The boy became an instant fan of Felicity's technical skills, and he found in his step-mom a partner in playing online games and watching sci-fi and superhero movie marathons. The weekend visits to Central City led to overnighters in Star City, until William started to ask for holiday and summer vacations with Oliver and Felicity, which was fine with his stepfather and his stepfather's new wife. The three of them went to Rockets games whenever William came over, and one time, the mayor arranged for his son to throw the starting pitch for a game, which the boy raved about and bragged among his peers for a month.

It didn't take long for Felicity to fall in love with her husband's son. It was like looking at Oliver when he was a boy, so she adored William and learned to treat him like her own child. On William's twelfth birthday, the boy hugged her so tight before she and Oliver left and whispered, "Felicity, may I call you Mama?" Felicity's breath hitched; she was surprised at what William had asked for that she couldn't speak. She blinked several times to keep her tears from falling. Her lips quivered, and before she could say anything, William added, "I mean, I know you're not my real mother and I'm not your son, really. But I feel like I am, even when you and Dad live so far away. I used to call my real mother Mommy, and now I call my step-dad's wife Mom. So, can I call you Mama?" Felicity welcomed the boy with open arms and hugged him back. "Of course, you can, Will!" she replied enthusiastically, looking up at Oliver who was just as awed by the moment as she was. "I would for you to call me Mama. Anytime." Oliver knelt down and gathered them both into his arms for a group hug.

By the time Oliver finished his second term as mayor of Star City, Felicity had become the majority stock holder of Palmer Tech, and with Ray's permission, had finally succeeded in renaming the company Queen Incorporated. The Board voted unanimously for her to become the President of the company, in addition to being its CEO, and for Oliver to be reinstated and appointed as CFO. Together they ran the company by day, and this time, office gossip had it that the QI's CEO personally brought the CFO coffee regularly. At the end of the work day, Star City's power couple usually shared a home-cooked meal courtesy of Oliver and then secretly left the Loft for the bunker to join the Team.

Team Arrow had also grown from a group of four to eight vigilantes, fighting crime and aiding the SCPD in maintaining peace and order in the city. Curtis had begun to put both his technical and Olympian athletic skills to good use. Rene Ramirez a.k.a. Wild Dog, Rory Regan a.k.a. Raman, and Evelyn Sharp a.k.a. Artemis had also joined the Team. The new recruits had fondly called Oliver and Felicity "mom and dad," and oh, how Dig, Thea, and Laurel loved to tease them for that.

During Oliver's last term as mayor, Team Arrow had quelled a few attempts of local gangs to revive Vertigo drug trade or to smuggle illegal weapons into the U.S. through Star City's docks with the connivance of corrupt police officers, stopped the re-entry of the Triad into the city, and prevented an impending war between the Bratva and the Italian mob. But other than those, the city had become more peaceful and safer than ever. There were nights that were only spent patrolling, and when not much action was seen after six months, Oliver decided to pair off the members of the team and put each pair on rotation. Soon, team members got used to "vigilante duty," and were glad to spend more of their evenings at home with family or going out with friends, doing what "normal people" usually do.

A week before Oliver and Felicity's seventh wedding anniversary, she found herself pregnant. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes. Two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test she was staring at on the bathroom counter. When she squealed in shock, Oliver ran from the kitchen where he was brewing coffee and burst into the bathroom, thinking that something bad had happened to her. He gripped both her shoulders and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No… I'm not hurt. I'm pregnant!" she replied emphatically.

"What?" Oliver asked in disbelief.

"I… We… We're going to have… a baby," she answered in between deep breaths. She bit and lower lip and then pointed to the pregnancy test lying on the counter behind him.

When Oliver turned around to see what she was pointing at, his eyes widened and his eyebrows lifted. He was speechless, but he was overjoyed. He turned back to his wife and beamed at her with pride. He took her in his arms and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Queen! You're going to be a father again."

"Felicity," he responded, "you have made me the happiest man on the face of the earth once again." Then he kissed her affectionately. When he broke the kiss, he said sweetly, "I love you."

"I love you more," she replied, smiling.

That same day, they got an appointment at the fertility clinic with Dr. Henderson, who said that it was his privilege to see them again after three years. Felicity's physical exam and sonogram confirmed that she was already four weeks pregnant. Henderson suggested they run some tests on Oliver, who obliged without much coaxing. The tests showed that his sperm count had significantly improved and was back to normal levels. The nights-off from Green Arrow business had done him some good after all.

Eight months later, Robert Thomas Queen was born. The nurse placed the baby in Oliver's his arms, and the moment he laid eyes on his son, he understood what his mother had meant each time she had called him her "beautiful boy."

Two years later, Megan Moira Queen was born. It had been a difficult pregnancy for Felicity, and an even more dangerous delivery for her, when her blood pressure shot up and couldn't be controlled by plain medication just as the baby in her womb reached 38 weeks, so her OB-GYN had to do an emergency C-section. Oliver didn't want Felicity to have to go through the same ordeal again, and he certainly didn't want to risk having another child at her expense, so he had a heart-to-heart talk with his wife just before they put her under. The couple decided that two darling kids were blessings enough when they thought they'd never be able to become parents at all, so they asked the doctor to perform the ligation procedure while Felicity was still in the O.R.

Oliver and Felicity decided to leave the Loft after Meggy was born. They renovated the Queen Manor and moved back into it because they wanted their children to have plenty of room to run around and play. Truth be told, Felicity thought that the mansion was a bit of an overkill, but she knew how much it meant to Oliver for their kids to grow up where he and Thea had grown up. And yes, Robby and Meggy were like miniature versions of Ollie and Thea. Robby was sandy blonde, while Meggy was brunette like her mom and aunt. Robby tended to be slightly moody and broody, but he grew up into a sensitive young man who tended to be protective of his younger sister. Meggy was Speedy version 2.0 with a flair for fashion like her grandmother Donna, but with the elegance of her grandmother Moira. Oliver, was more than proud, however, that both their children demonstrated the same intelligence and technical prowess as their mother.

Oliver and Felicity Queen grew old together remembering the lessons from the Love Dares journal and putting into practice what they had learned that summer when they had almost given up on their marriage. Their love for each other overflowed to their children. When Robby got married, they passed on the journal to him and his bride for them to read and learn from, even before conflicts arose; they thought that an ounce of prevention was certainly better than a pound of cure. Robby was given strict instructions to complete the dares and pass the journal on to Meggy when it was her turn to tie the knot.

Oliver Queen outlived his wife, and just as the Reverse Flash revealed some years ago, he died in the ripe old age of 86. But not before having witnessed his greatest legacy – his grandson Robert Thomas Queen, Jr. taking up the hood, the bow, and the quiver of the son of the original Green Arrow.

*THE END*