In a grassland, greenish biome, Oliver stands his stance, raising his bow out, an arrow to pin on a dart, he firmly fixed under Krypton's version of a tree's arms. He's grateful, Krypton's sources port some traits with Earth's, opted by Lois. This gave Oliver the fortunes to ameliorate his body to new spirit levels.
Oliver's eyes vibrate to the correct silent frequency. His eyes focus on the red dot. His value of passing time. Oliver dis-cocks his arrow, releasing it, into midst of air.
Only to be caught by a blur. A blur Oliver presumes is a Kryptonian. Krypton is bestowed under the rays of sun light, generating Kryptonians immense power to access their capacities of relinquishing their hidden powers.
Oliver lifts his head up, seeing a man he was earlier pissed at, flying in higher layer of air. Oliver turns around, lay to hear what his relative has to say. To be dragged, yelled, comforted, or an apology. These are the only acts Oliver knows Superman can lift his phase on. The Man of Steel lands down, as expected by Oliver.
"Wasting my time now?", Oliver questioned.
Clark took a moment think before he speaks. Conviction or arguments will piss him off. Kara once spilled him a brief history on how Oliver tends to ignore his allies, like his ex-friends: John Diggle and Felicity Smoak.
"Actually that ain't what you'd consider a waste of time", Clark clarified.
"It's fine Clark, I accept your apology", said Oliver, foreshadowing the chances that Clark was about to apologise.
"Yes I was about to apologise, and I appreciate you actually forgiving me for my earlier mistake, Oliver. But that's not why I'm here"
Oliver turns to face Clark, weakly interested in hearing what he has to say.
Clark adds a step by gesturing the latter to walks with him.
"The bar?", Oliver assumed, less lenient in having. "I'm not really in thirst of keeping my eyes pealed".
Clark horizontally nodded. He was told that himself and Barry got into many times the get-together. It began when they faced a enemy that was raised a threat to both of them. In fact the Green Arrow and the Flash made many enemies, each corresponding to forming an alliance with another set of rogue galleries. That was how Oliver got himself to so much contact with Barry, when they needed a rest from their respective headaches. In Clark's case, he isn't much of an alcoholic.
"More like...travel in the coast regions", Clark answered, confusing Oliver. "You'll see". Giving a sign of chuckle, slightly irritating Oliver.
A different thought manifested in Oliver's head. "You spoke to Kara didn't you?", Oliver asked brusquely, catching Clark a bit off guard. "Of course it's her", he sighed, pacing passed the Kryptonian. "Everyone relies on Kara. The apparent Multiverse's best adviser. Although there a million different versions of my wife".
"So you're not surprised?", Clark asked, calmly. Summing up the volume and levels in Oliver's tone when he came fully aware of Kara's involvement.
"No", Oliver answered. "Hello. Multiverse's greatest adviser", Oliver repeated from his previous line.
"Well she didn't figure a way to deem an advice regarding you", Clark claimed.
"She won't", Oliver revealed, after turning back to face Clark, whom was slightly steered to what Oliver's specifying. "We formulated an agreement to never divulge a sensitive information to anyone, it would change our ways, or to use some key in detaining us", he explained. "Kara trusts you Clark. But circumstances lifted over me, she won't".
Clark wouldn't be too shocked. Kara retains her reasons, she always does. For the benefit of those she clasps love for. Even as a wife, Kara tends too much for Oliver, more than anything. Possible more than Clark, regardless of their family tree status, which accounts for Oliver in the same platform.
"Okay", Clark retorted, ensuring him that he has no problem as he shares the same flower. Clark's thoughts soon move on, ending discussions about Kara. "Why don't we depart now?", he offered, slowly levitating in air.
"I'm fine, Clark", Oliver gestured.
"It's not too far", Clark convinced the latter, talking about his speed. What Oliver needed necessarily is to be alone, but the said Kryptonian won't bother. It's like some reincarnation of when Clark desired Lois to come with her.
Oliver briefly apprises his greeting teeth, before yielded under Clark's firm hold, prior to deduct to another sector, that's elsewhere in Krypton.
The pair, by five minutes, land down to Clark's targeted sector. Same sector that emits water-vibrations of the sea. Something even Oliver can perceive in his ear.
"What are we doing over here?", Oliver, patience, asked.
"Listening", Clark simply answered, confusing Oliver, as the latter lacks perception in what Clark's ideal is.
"I don-". Oliver failed to complete as the Kryptonian silences him, with a finger attached to his mouth. "What?".
"Close your eyes", Clark gently commanded. Oliver wasted a chunk of time, finally admitting to closing his eyes. Clark instructs the mastered Archer to connect his thoughts to every ripple the waves in sea briefs. Oliver complies. As his digs into his head, he sights the visions of every foe, or villain, he faced in his Earth-career. Particularly worthy foes. Malcolm Merlyn, Slade Wilson, Ra's Al Ghul, Damian Darhk, Adrian Chase, and then Ricardo Diaz. Supplemented visions of allies-turned-enemies. Like Felicity, Rene, Dinah, Curtis, Helena. Flashes of memories of various events, roused on his crossover team-ups in taking down powerful foes. Memories of his most frequent team-ups with Supergirl, now known as his wife. Even tragic memories; deaths of everyone he failed to save. Pain inflicts inside Oliver, in which he attempts to keep away from.
This process Clark is staging is a trait of meditation.
Clark widens his eyes, looking toe right, seeing Oliver heavily focused within him.
'You can do it, Oliver', Clark speaks in his head. 'Don't let the past defy you'.
Lightning horses inside Oliver's veins, his legs. All the way up to this torso. Soon applying more impact up to his head. Like invisible varnished black liquid is absconding his skin. Oliver attempts to ignore it. Too powerful, ushering him to fall.
"Too weak!", Oliver squinted.
"Don't let it get to you, Oliver!", Clark shouted. "You are better than this!".
Clark's words impacted Oliver to drive his strength higher. The field tension between drawback and draw-forth was unstable, diminishing Oliver's grasp in reality, rapidly.