Author's Note: Here we go, folks! Oliver and Mon-El team up against Mxyzptlk! Enjoy!
"Mxyzptlk!" screamed Mon-El in the alleyway outside of Al's Bar, "Show yourself, you smug, grand-standing dandy!" Oliver was perched on nearby building with a clear view of Mon-El. He was providing overwatch. The two kite-shaped rocks had been fastened as arrowheads for Oliver. Their plan was simple. First, Mon-El would see what effect the amulet would have on Mxy. If it didn't work, or only weakened him, Oliver would provide the kill shot. Out of thin air, Mxy materialised behind Mon-El, with Oliver listening to their conversation through a mic placed near them.
"Oh, bummer sticks! It's just you" said Mxy arrogantly.
"I've come to challenge you, Mxyzptlk."
"A Daxamite duel? I never had one of those before. For Kara's hand?"
"Yes."
"To the death?"
"Yes."
"I accept."
"Good. But first…" Mon-El was interrupted by Mxy, who raised his hand to Mon-El's face, silencing him.
"Buddy… If we're going to take part in a proper duel, we're going to do it like the gentlemen that we are."
Oliver, understanding what was about to happen, quickly drew one of the blue rock arrows and aimed to shoot it, but he wasn't quick enough. In an instant, Mxy raised his hands and he and Mon-El vanished into thin air. Oliver cursed under his breath, trying to think quickly what course of action to take. He thought something like this might happen, so he placed a tracker on the amulet. He pulled out the GPS he had and inspected it. The signal of the amulet was a few blocks away at the National City Theatre. He had to get there quick before Mon-El got seriously hurt, or worse.
"What the…" cursed Mon-El, as he suddenly found himself dressed in seemingly ancient clothing in a theatre room. This definitely screwed with the plan.
"How do you like the duds, Monsieur Hamilton?" said Mxy, drawing Mon-El's attention to him at the higher seating section of the theatre, "I'm a Burr man, myself. He gets a bad rap, but let's be honest… he was the one who knew his way around a pistol" he remarked, as he teleported to behind Mon-El, "Pistols at dawn! So revolutionary. I love it" said Mxy, as he pulled out two old guns and handed one to Mon-El.
"So if I shoot you with this, you'll die?" asked Mon-El, inspecting the pistol in his hands.
"That is generally how these things work, yes. But don't throw away your shot, because you'll only get one."
"I only need one" said Mon-El, as he aimed a shot right at Mxy's chest. Mxy slumped in pain as the gun fired, but he slowly rose, laughing before sending Mon-El flying across the room with a backhand.
"Did you really think I would hand you a loaded gun that could actually kill me? You Daxamites really are thick, aren't you?" Mxy took several steps towards Mon-El, but was stopped in his tracks when Mon-El brought out the amulet. It shone brightly over Mxy, who started snapping his fingers to no avail.
"Oh, no" said Mxy.
"Oh, yes" replied Mon-El, before sending Mxy flying through the air with a vicious uppercut. Mxy wiped the blood on his lip before standing up to Mon-El, his air of confidence still as visible as ever.
"You may have cut me off from the Fifth Dimension, Daxamite, but I still know a thing or two about the old fisticuffs" he said while he and Mon-El circled each other.
"Here's the thing. I have this friend named Oliver, and I've been dying to put to practice the things he's been teaching me." Just as he finished his sentence, Mxy threw a left hook at him. Mon-El saw it from a mile away, ducking under it effortlessly and returning with a right hook of his own. He tried to throw more punches, but Mxy evaded those ones and replied with a punch straight on Mon-El's jaw. Mon-El faked another punch before throwing a kick at Mxy's leg, knocking him off-balance. Taking advantage of Mxy's disorientation, he lunged at him, tackling him off the stage.
"How could you think she'd ever want to be with someone like you?" asked Mon-El, as he pushed Mxy away from him.
"Why, you think she's gonna be with you? Face it, what do you've got to offer her? I can give her anything. There's no contest between you and me, and you know it. I'm a god and you're a loser!"
"You're a dead man" said Mon-El smugly.
"What makes you think that?" replied Mxy arrogantly, before feeling a horrid piercing pain into his right shoulder. He looked at the blue-tipped arrow sticking out of his shoulder before he fell forward onto Mon-El, who grabbed him and turned him around. He watched as the man in green leather on the upper platform shot a grappling arrow to the roof and glided down to right in front of him.
"Ah, Oliver Queen of Terra Prime. I must say, I wasn't expec…" His words were cut short by a punch from Oliver, who quickly took a step back and nocked another blue arrow.
"Leave. Return to your dimension, or this next arrow goes through your heart!" said Oliver sternly.
"Bold of you to assume that that arrow will kill me" said Mxy.
"Do it, now!" screamed Oliver.
"Come on Mr Queen. Do it. You know you don't need to, but you want to" taunted Mxy, trying his best to exploit Oliver's constant inner struggle with his darkness. Oliver pretended to not be affected by Mxy's words, and readied himself to release the bowstring. Just as he was about to let go, a hole in the ceiling ripped, and Kara landed in front of him, "Sweetie! You've come to save me" remarked Mxy. Kara ignored him as he spoke to Oliver.
"You don't have to do this, Oliver. You don't have to channel your darkness to end this" she pleaded.
"Kara, what you doing!?" said Mon-El angrily.
"Kara, move!" screamed Oliver, but she didn't budge.
"I believe in you, Oliver. Even if you don't believe in yourself." Oliver couldn't fire the arrow at her, but he couldn't withdraw it either and make Mxy feel as if he was no longer being threatened. He stood with the arrow still drawn, as Kara stared into his eyes pleadingly.
"Anyways, enough of this" said Mxy, who showcased the amulet in his hand before crushing it, giving him his powers back. In an instant, Oliver suddenly found himself hanging, strung up in a rope on stage with Mon-El. Mxy stood in front of them holding a gun in each hand.
"While a normal bullet will suffice for you…" said Mxy to Oliver, "I hear you're allergic to lead" he said to Mon-El, as lifted the pistols in both of his hands towards them.
"I'll marry you!" said Kara, as she sped to in front of Mxyzptlk.
"You will?" asked Mxy, surprised.
"You will?" said Mon-El as well.
"Yes, yes. I've thought about it. You're gifted, brilliant, and together we can do anything. Take me as your wife."
"Darling, you and I are going to be the ultimate power couple" said Mxy. Before Oliver and Mon-El could say anything, they were teleported back to the DEO and were in civilian clothes. Mon-El gave Oliver a look of despair, believing that they had failed their mission. However, Oliver had more faith in Kara. Maybe she had something up her sleeve.
Kara walked through the DEO, entering the laboratory area in an attempt to find Alex. She hadn't seen her in a while and really needed to talk to her. She was feeling horrible after having spoken to Mon-El at her apartment. It pained her that she couldn't tell him her plan, but it was necessary for it to succeed. She couldn't take the risk of Mxy finding out that she was about to dupe him.
"Alex?" she called out as she entered the laboratory.
"She's not here." Kara turned to her left to see the source of the words, spotting Oliver walking towards her. She sighed, fearing Oliver was about to tell her the same things that Mon-El did.
"If you're going to tell me that I shouldn't be doing this, or that there's another option, forget it" she said.
"I'm not here to do that. I'm here to say thank you."
"For what?"
"For stopping me from killing Mxy…" he said, looking at her with appreciation, "You know, ever since Laurel died, I've had to fight against my darkness harder than ever before. It would've taken over, if it wasn't for you. Thank you for that."
"Thanks?" replied Kara, confusedly. Just as Oliver was about to exit, she spoke up again, "Aren't you mad that I'm, you know, going to be marrying Mxy?"
"You had faith in me. It'd be wrong of me to not have faith in you" replied Oliver with a smile, before walking out of the lab.
Oliver sat on his bed in his room, still smiling over what Kara did. She out-tricked a literal god of trickery. She was just that amazing, and he couldn't have been more proud. He had encouraged Mon-El to go make amends with Kara over the ordeal, and hopefully, things were going well between them now. This was his last night on Earth-38. A part of him understood that it was time to return to Star City to resume his mayoral duties and deal with Prometheus, but he was also sad that he had to leave. He reminisced about all of the time he spent here. Between training Mon-El, to strengthening his friendship with Kara to forming new ones with Alex and Winn, he honestly believed that his time here had been the best he'd spent in a long time.
He once again pulled out his picture of Earth-1 Kara Danvers, and looked at it with a sense of acceptance. He would never stop loving her, nor would he ever forget her, but for the first time in his life, she was no longer the Kara Danvers that had a grip on his heart.
Author's Note: The next chapter will be the final one! I hope you all enjoy :D
