"So, you're Tommy Merlyn. I must say, I'm not impressed." Slade said.
"I could say the same thing about you Wilson." Tommy said.
"Slade, Nyssa, stand down. This is my battle." Oliver said.
"I thought you loved putting others in your crossfire. After all, that's what got me killed." Tommy said as he unsheathed his sword.
"You're right. You becoming Prometheus is my mess and now I intend to clean it up." Oliver said as Slade surprised him and handed him his sword.
"You'll need it more than I do right now." Slade said and Oliver nodded as he and Tommy began circling each other.
"Finally, I get to prove that I'm better than the golden boy." Tommy said.
"I don't want to hurt you Tommy." Oliver said.
"I told you. Thomas Merlyn is dead. And don't worry about hurting me." Tommy said as he charged and Oliver regretfully retaliated.
"Come on Tommy, I know you're still in there somewhere." Oliver said as they continued to fight, though Oliver was not truly fighting and was honestly taking a beating.
"Come on, fight back." Tommy shouted as he kicked Oliver down.
"No, I won't fight you. You're my friend." Oliver said.
"No I'm not. I am Prometheus now." Tommy shouted as Oliver got back up.
"No, your name is Thomas Merlyn. You and I have been best friends for so long, we'll more like brothers." Oliver said.
"If you were my brother, you would not have stolen Laurel from me." Tommy said.
"Is that what this is about? I didn't steal her from you Tommy. You got insecure and broke things off with her. I couldn't have stolen her if she wasn't with you. Besides, she made a choice, same as you." Oliver said as he finally began fighting back.
"You took what I cared about the most and now I will make you pay for it." Tommy said.
"The Tommy Merlyn I knew would never say that. He was a lot of things, but a sexist bitch to Talia al Ghul wasn't one of them." Oliver groaned.
"I'm no one's bitch." Tommy said.
"Really, then why are you taking orders from someone else Tommy?" Oliver asked.
"My name is Prometheus." Tommy said as he kicked Oliver down.
"No it's not. Your name is Thomas Merlyn." Oliver tried again.
"No it's not." Tommy shouted as he kicked Oliver in the gut again.
"If you're going to kill me, then do it. Because I'm done fighting my friend. But just know that I'm with you until the end of the line pal." Oliver said.
"So be it, though I was hoping for more of a fight." Tommy said as he raised his sword and Oliver closed his eyes, preparing for his death when suddenly he heard a clang.
He opened his eyes to see that Tommy had dropped his sword and was now on his knees, looking horrified with himself and Oliver walked up to him.
"Who I am talking to? Tommy or Prometheus?" Oliver asked him.
"I don't know anymore." Tommy said and the tone of his voice told Oliver that he finally got his friend back.
"I knew you were still in there somewhere." Oliver said as he held out his hand to Tommy, who took it.
"How can you even look at me, knowing what I've done?" Tommy asked.
"Because I've done much worse. Besides, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting Slade Wilson." Oliver said as he helped Tommy stand up.
"I've heard of you. Or rather, Deathstroke." Tommy said.
"I think everyone on this plane has a checkered past, all we can do now is focus on the present." Slade said as Oliver handed him back his sword.
"Right, Tommy, do you know where the rest of the hostages are?" Oliver asked.
"They're at a monastery, I can lead you to them, but you're not gonna like how." Tommy said.
"Let me guess, as prisoners of war?" Nyssa asked.
"It's the only for me to get you in without arousing suspicion." Tommy said.
"Is my son there?" Oliver asked.
"If he is, he's not with the others." Tommy said.
"So, once we get inside, we split up." Oliver said and the others looked at him to explain more of his plan.