Oliver and his mysterious helpmate, whom met him in the surface of the city, staged themselves into an underground world. One Oliver wasn't that surprised. Since the latter had his fair share of experiences a couple of times. Even his former base was halted as a room for his former equipment.

"Where are you taking me?", Oliver asked. "And how do you know my name?".

"No time for 30 questions", the lad pinned. "For now just keep your heart beat low. Those guards you saw up there, their role is catch any life form that testifies darkness. By sensing one's heartbeat".

Oliver was quelled. Darkness. 'Could it be why many life forms are mindless? Acting like they're so happy'. Not going against his wishes, Oliver suppressed his beatings to a minimal point.

The two reached their destination.

"Where are we?". Soonly after Oliver questioned, multiple guns cocked at his point. Oliver was phased over this. "What the hell do you think you're doing?".

"If you really are Oliver Queen. And not some lackey disguised as a former billionaire. You're going to have to prove us"

"Prove what?"

"Bring out one portion of your history that the real Oliver only experienced. In his history. When he became the Arrow."

Oliver is at a full-disadvantage. Any sudden move, he gets shot. He doesn't know if he actually dies but he doesn't want to take his chances on that level. No other options. Oliver significantly utters a part of his history counted on his crusade.

When the lad and his allies heard a little more enough of his past crusade, the young man ordered his people to stand down.

"Oliver Queen. No one's seen you in centuries. Last we heard. You died"

Oliver glued his sight back to the man who revealed news to him.

"Wait. I am dead"

"10 centuries ago", the boy answered. "Though I shouldn't be surprised since there are possibilities of time travels. You travelled 10 centuries into the future".

Oliver acutely gleamed on. He knows that this isn't the actual reality he's seeing. It's all in Kara's vision. And he's sure in hell that he ain't trusting these people with what he's in.

"Oliver Queen", a female voice called out in presence to the man. A woman in figure.

"Should've known you stepped foot in our future", the woman raises. Whilst walking out of her shadows as the latter just shifted from one room to the room Oliver's in. Followed by all other figures that Oliver never recognised. "A future where your death pushed your wife off a the edge into insanity".

"My wife?"

"Your wife. She took everyone's free wills. Turned their lives into mindless corpses. Nothing but hope and satisfaction", woman addressed as the latter stepped closer and closer to Oliver. "Made the whole world into a 100% safe place".

"Sorry. But who am I talking to?"

"Diana. Of Themyscira. The one who leads this group", Diana presented.

"Themyscira? Heard it from Kara-"

"Yes. Your wife obviously told you. Strong women. Still not able to land a single defeat on Kryptonians".

Oliver clenched his eyes. Kara is what? "Wait back up. Kara is my wife?".

"Yes. The one who took control of the entire multiverse"

Oliver was outmatched in mental conditions. Hearing about Kara seizing everyone's free will is an abomination. To him

'What tempted you into crossing that line? Kara", Oliver eagerly ponders on. But a part of him breaks that line. To focus on finding her. Talk some sense into her. "Do you know where Kara is? I need to speak to her. I have to".

"And go head on with Kara? Convince her to put the multiverse back in place? No Queen. You're staying put. Whether you like it or not", Diana charged. As soon as he gave her final word, she walked away. Leaving Oliver in a chained simulation.

Oliver passed quite a longitude of time in their underground base. Sitting coldly in the sides of the tunnel.

It's good that their base shielded anything that'd prevent people, from the sky, from checking any heart beat. Because Oliver is weighed down. He was supposed to save Kara. But now the tables changed. Oliver's just like stranded like a slave. Kara's gonna spend the rest of her life ruling a multiverse which is all conjured in her head. Fake reality. But a possible future.

"Oliver?"

A faint sound echoes through Oliver's ear. Oliver rests his thoughts aside. Looks upon his right side. It was him. The same guy that brought him here in the first place.

"Oh. Hey", Oliver replied quietly.

"Sorry about my mum's sense of brutality. She's like that all the time". The boy perched himself next to Oliver.

"So Diana is Bruce's wife? And being an Amazon's daughter was why you share your behalf of immortality from Diana?"

The boy shaked in vertical axis. "I'm Damian", the latter introduced in the time of offering his hand a shake to Oliver.

Oliver was slightly hesitant. But lets it slide. Accepting Damian's handshake.

"So. How long has your group been held in here?"

"Four centuries ago. Your wife enfolded this multiverse for 10 centuries".

"But wouldn't she be dead. I'm pretty sure Kryptonians are mortals"

"They are. It's just Kara used the effects of the Lazarus Pit to age her body down. So she could rein supreme for her whole life". Oliver was clinched when he heard it. The Lazarus Pit. It's said that using the effects of it turns someone into a worst possible version of themselves. For Kara's case, her trauma from Oliver's death combined with the effects of the pit completely blended her into a more nightmarish fiend.

"I can't believe it. Kara did all this. Because I died", Oliver craned impulsively.

"I'm sorry to say it. It's all true", said Damian. With nothing else to say knowing Oliver is going to get worse if he hears anymore. He allowed him to grind his space.

An hour of slope. Dinner time. Food served for all people that nest below the surface.

Diana listed everyone that's present.

They all attended. Except one.

"Damian!", Diana sharply called as a mother. Damian ran straight to her mum. "Have you seen Oliver?".

Damian nudged that he doesn't.

"I'll check his room", Damian announced to her mum. As the latter strokes to a room that Diana provided for him.

When Damian came inside Oliver's room, he was gone.

"Mum!"

Diana. Jolted. Rushed straight Oliver's dorm.

"What happened?", Diana questioned. Which got answered. "Damn it. That stubborn young man".

Kara's Headquarters

Kara Zor-El. Seated. In relaxed position. Aggressively demanding a number of people her minions captured. And she was delighted. She'd pray to herself that she finally completed where she failed before. 'Don't worry Oliver. This multiverse will soon become our reign of hope'. Her thoughts snapped back when one of her minions addressed something.

"Master Kara. We've been requested from a mortal. He wants to speak to you"

"Just take him in. And zap his mind off. No darkness. Only hope and happiness", Kara quickly paced on.

"He claims himself to be Oliver Queen".

'Oliver Queen?'. That name blew her mind off like a balloon. "Oliver Queen?".

"Yes. Master Kara"

"Send him in. I'll punish that bastard off in realms of pain he'll never forget. For calling himself my late husband's name!", Kara scrolled.

The puppets complied. Following in. To transport a mortal to Kara's personal home.

Even Oliver doesn't know what he's getting himself into.