A/N- This chapter brings the end of The League plotline, the next chapter will tie up the loose ends regarding the team, and The Lance-Queen Family.

Oliver was standing on a rooftop in Starling City. The city that was always going to be his home, even when the city was falling apart. The city was apart of him, it was in his blood. He turned to see his mother standing beside him, her blue-green eyes flickering across the city until they rested on The Glades.

"I almost allowed Malcolm's plans to destroy The Glades to come to fruition, do you remember what stopped me?"

Oliver swallowed, his eyes looking over the skyline only to notice two small figures traversing on the rooftop in the distance towards The Glades. Laurel and Speedy. They were likely protecting the city and protecting Connor while the others were on their mission.

He wished that he could hold his family in his arms, hear Speedy's wit, the feel of Laurel's soft lips on his own, and see his baby boy looking at the world with child-like wonder and innocence.

"Laurel, Speedy, and I forced your hand." He finally spoke as he watched the two silhouettes disappear down to the streets below.

"No. You, your sister, and my daughter-in-law reminded me of what was important. What was the point in protecting my family from harm if others would suffer?"

Oliver hiccuped, his vision became blurry from the tears pooling in his eyes, he wished that his mother had never been killed by Slade. But his mother saved him and saved his little sister from being slain by Slade's drug-fueled vengeance. She remembered that she was more than a businesswoman, that she was a good person. A loving mother. A protective parent.

"What was the thing that I told you when we discussed…your nightly activities?" Her lips upturned in pride at the mention of his vigilantism.

"That you were proud of me." Proud of Laurel, Thea, and Roy. That she was terrified for them, but she said that she had never been more proud of him, then when she realized the truth.

Moira tearfully smiled as her head bobbed up and down. "Don't forget who you are, Sweetheart. Don't lose yourself in the machinations of others. And never doubt the love that you have for your family, and them for you. My grandson and daughter-in-law, your wife and son need you."

"I'm sorry for letting you die, Mom."

"I'm not." She gave him a motherly smile. "You get to live and raise your son with your beautiful wife, Laurel, along with any other children that you two may bring into this world. My beautiful daughter can live her life happily with Roy. I wasn't afraid of death. There's nothing a parent won't do to protect their children."

"Afraid?" He asked in almost a whisper.

Moira kissed his cheek. "Some people can't handle the face of death. Why do you think that you are in the position you are in? Ra's is afraid of growing old and dying. If you follow his orders, my son will die. Laurel's husband. Connor's father. Thea's brother, Oliver will die. And you will become him." She kissed his forehead. "Who are you?"

"Oliver Queen."

His mother smiled at him, a proud look across her face, "You have to show this evil man what that means. Show him the man you are. That you protect your family at any cost. Your wife and son need you."

:-:-:-:-:

Al Sah-Him jolted awake, quickly taking in his surroundings, he saw that he was in a cargo plane, judging by the interior. It was then that he noticed that his fellow assassins dressed in their midnight black armor.

"You were asleep, son." His master said not unkindly. Al Sah-Him looked beside him to see his master resting next to him on the bench, his hair now peppered with salt. His eyes were sunken into his gaunt face. The Consumption was eating away at the master assassin.

The Heir to The Demon nodded sleepily, "I was dreaming."

"The Mystic and Seer, Ibn Sirin once noted that there are three main types of dreams. Ones about truth, desire, and temptation." His master's keen eyes watched him carefully. "What did you dream of, answer truly, son."

"All of them." Al Sah-Him confessed. "Oliver Jonas Queen has continued to grow stronger. He misses his family and friends. It's like he has been pushing harder since we captured his friends." Perhaps his liege could help quell the desire bubbling war within him against the billionaire playboy?

Ra's eyes darkened. "He is weak. Oliver Queen was a habitual liar. A delinquent. He deserves no mercy from us. He will be slain soon enough, when you put your sword through his wife's chest, slain his sister, and dashed Oliver Queen's spawn's head against a wall. You will be able to wed my daughter and our shared blood will dominate and exterminate the undesirables of this world. The marriage will be held after you have razed Starling to the ground."

"And that is where the Alpha-Omega comes into play?"

"Yes. That is how we shall raze this city."

:-:-:-:-:

John blinked awake, as he took in his surroundings. The team had been imprisoned for several days at the very least, weeks at the most. As he looked around, he saw Felicity resting her head on Palmer's lap, while the man himself sat against the cold porous stone walls.

Roy was on the far side of the room, towards the portcullis gate, that held them in. The younger man had been silently watching the patrols of the assassins. The young man was determined to stay awake, and would only rest when Digg had taken over as sentry for a few hours. But for the most part, Roy was determined to remain on sentry duty.

"Seen anything of note, Roy?"

Roy shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his raw wrists. "There has been a decrease in soldiers patrolling." He then blinked a few times. "Not that it means much, they could be luring us into a false sense of security."

Diggle jerked his neck from side to side as he shimmied across to his teammate. "Thea knows where we are right? Perhaps she is en route as we speak." John was hoping that Thea was en route, and perhaps with some backup.

Roy shook his head slightly, his eyes not leaving the hallway. "She knows, but… I told her if things got too hot with Brick that she should flee. Take Connor and go into hiding, and never look back. It's what Laurel and Oliver would want."

Diggle slumped back on the cool steel bars of the portcullis. It became clear that Ra's and Oliver had no intention of killing them anytime soon. Perhaps they were to be executed on Oliver's ascent to the throne? Perhaps they will soon follow in Malcolm's footsteps.

"Let's hope that she can talk Laurel around. God only knows that we could really use a metahuman on our side, along with her skills." She may also be the only person to be able to snap Oliver out of his mental shackles. He was so close to breaking Oliver out of his shackles, only for his conditioning to kick back in at the last second, perhaps seeing Laurel's face would be the key to saving him. She always had a knack for pushing Oliver in the right direction, perhaps with the exception when she would let her emotions get the best of her.

John thought over the past few days with nothing to do but think had come to realize that he had been way too short with Laurel. That she was right. That Daniel Brickwell was perhaps just as much of a threat to the city and her family as The League is, albeit in a different way. Daniel Brickwell was more cunning, he didn't just go straight for the jugular like many of the other foes they faced. He was influencing the FBI and the media. He put Laurel into a corner before he struck her so that she had no backup.

He was targeting Laurel, just as much as the Black Canary. And after reflecting on it, John doubted that the holiday retreat that he and Felicity had tried to force her into was as viable as he thought it was. With the Feds under his belt, there was no telling how far his reach would extend. Malcolm was right, as strange as it was to acknowledge, he and Felicity had unknowingly tried to hold Laurel down in the crosshairs of her enemies.

She and her son would have been assassinated, and it would have been his fault. Even right now, Laurel could die, and it would be his fault. So far, it was a melting pot of; Laurel's resilience, tenacity, and her stubbornness, mixed with Thea, Roy, and Ted Grant's aid has kept Laurel, Thea, and Connor breathing.

When Oliver finally snapped out of his conditioning and finds out that Laurel and Connor had been potentially killed, there was no telling what Oliver would do to them, to Brick or to Laurel's evil doppelgänger. An arrow to the chest would be the best any of them could hope for. And knowing Oliver, that would be a mercy none of them would receive, not after betraying his family.

Roy's head perked up, "Did you hear that?"

Diggle strained his ears, but couldn't hear anything besides a clap of thunder. "No."

"You didn't hear the thunder? We are beneath a mountain; we shouldn't hear the weather outside."

Without giving the chance to ponder on that bit of information, Diggle jolted forwards at the sight of all the rush-candles, and torches being extinguished and promptly re-lit. It was only then that he saw Barry dressed in his suit on the other side of the portcullis.

"Hey, guys!" The Speedster then spun on his heels, looking up and down the dimly lit hallway of the dungeons, looking like a kid seeing Disney world for the first time. "Wow, this is like a real dungeon, shackles and all." He said with amazement as he kept looking around until he heard Felicity calling his name, as she woke up startled by the speedster.

"Thank you, Felicity. You just outed my secret identity to a stranger." He looked towards Ray, "No offense."

Palmer smiled at Barry, jovially, "No offense taken, I'm Ray Palmer, the ATOM. I'm actually new to the vigilante line of work." He then coughed, "Not that I am complaining, but how did you know we were here?"

Barry gave a wide grin. "Black Canary called. She said that you guys have been gone a while."

Felicity's jaw dropped, "L…Laurel? As in our Laurel? Blonde hair, stubborn and possesses an ear-piercing scream, that Laurel?" Felicity had not expected Laurel to be back, let alone get them the help they needed to escape this medieval dungeon.

Barry's head bobbed up and down. "Yeah, she and Thea defeated Daniel Brickwell and his accomplice, former FBI Agent Smythe, the woman who framed Laurel. The SCPD have been calling her: The Silver Banshee. She and Brick are in ARGUS custody." Within a blink of an eye, the gate was opened, allowing them to exit the cramped space of their cell.

The speedster followed the team down one of the hallways as Roy stopped and opened one of the gates to reveal a woman wearing an exotic looking outfit. "Nyssa." Roy greeted fondly.

"My father has likely taken Oliver to Starling. I shall remain here." She said coolly, as she picked up a torch from the wall nearby.

"What no, we need as many hands as we can get to take down Ra's," Felicity said as she stopped next to the three of them as Ray and Diggle continued towards the stairs on their way to the armory.

"I shall speak to the soldiers and seers, not all are enthused about having an outsider rule. Once I have their allegiance, I shall see what is in my power to assist you." Having said her piece, she marched in the opposite direction and headed down the dark, almost pitch-black corridor.

Barry kicked some of the dust on the floor, "I should be heading back too."

Felicity scowled at the speedster. "Wait… I just finished saying…"

Barry's lips thinned as he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "I wish I could, but I need to get back home and deal with someone back home. Don't forget that it is not just the four of you fighting in your city, you have Laurel and Thea." He looked over his shoulder, before looking back at his friends, "Lyla has sent a small plane to land on the airstrip by the end of the day. It was the earliest she could get it to arrive"

Roy and Felicity watched as Barry zoomed off, leaving a trail of red and yellow behind him. Roy chuckled, and said under his breath, "Thea was right, maybe she received the wrong code-name."

:-:-:-:-:

Black Canary and Speedy were standing on the rooftop, a few feet away was Frank Pike. He looked at the black-clad vigilante, and her partner, with regretful eyes. "I just wanted to apologize once again for slandering you and your associates. But if you would help us, once more, even when we shunned you. I would appreciate it, I will even hand in my badge if that's one of your terms."

Black Canary shook her head, looking at her father's colleague, a man that she has known since she was a little girl. "No. Starling needs men that cannot be bought. You showed that your loyalty lies with the city and its people. Not to political power."

"Nor to money, or even us. You are your own man. A leader that Starling desperately needs." Speedy added. " A beacon of hope."

"You said the ninja's had taken the dam?" Black Canary asked as she looked in that general direction. She heard Pike tap his phone, and could see him in the corner of his eye looking at the map.

Pike gave a small jerk of his head as an acknowledgment. "I thought they were friends of yours, or at least yours, Speedy? You worked alongside them with Quentin Lance last year." He cleared his throat. "Thought that perhaps they were the cavalry that arrived late… Until they killed a couple of our officers.

Speedy's jaw clenched as she too looked off in that direction. "A momentary alignment of goals. Some of their leadership has been removed and replaced." It was certainly easier to tell him than to say that her brother was indoctrinated.

"The ninjas are demanding to speak to you, Ma'am," Pike said with a small gesture of his head towards Laurel. "You have had a rough time these past few months. We can figure something out if you aren't ready to parley with them. I could-"

"She may not have a choice, but she isn't alone." A man wearing a helmet and a dark-colored jacket said, standing beside Arsenal and ATOM. Spartan looked at Black Canary, "We heard directly from The Demon's Head's mouth that he plans on releasing a bio-weapon on the city. We need you to buy us some time, Canary."

Arsenal nodded but kept his face hidden from the Police Captain. "In the end, it's up to you, boss. How should we deal with this threat?"

Laurel exhaled, "We need people to help with evacuations and protecting the SCPD as well as helping them with handling the civilian population." Canary then looked at their newest member, "ATOM right?" The man in the exo-suit nodded. "Help Overwatch make a vaccine for the bio-weapon, and a potential cure if things go sideways. "

"And us? After you saved us from corruption and helped clean-house with the feds, we are at your disposal, Black Canary." The Police Captain asked, looking a bit uneasy and out of place at being the only non-vigilante in the group.

"Help the population, and maintain the three-block perimeter around the dam, and neighboring areas, and help evacuate the area."

"Quentin Lance would be proud of you." Pike added as the team of Starling's vigilantes watched as Pike left the rooftop to start preparing for the conflict between Starling's resident and The League of Assassins.

Diggle turned to look at Laurel's new suit. "Nice Threads." When he saw Laurel's small smile, he moved closer and lowered his voice. "I'm sorry for not being there for you to help protect your family. I was too preoccupied with what Ra's was doing with Oliver that I didn't see the threat from Brickwell. I'm truly sorry, Laurel, for everything."

"John. Let's just move on and save the city from Ra's, and get Ollie home." She said tersely. What was done was done. And now wasn't the time to bring up grievances, or air their dirty laundry, Ollie and their city needed them.

"I don't know if you can, Laurel. His conditioning is quite strong. Oliver was ordered to kill his family. You, Thea, and Connor. If it comes to it, you may have to—"

"No!" Laurel said quickly. "I'm not a killer. And I'm not going to kill Ollie." He was her home. "I will do everything I can to save Ollie from Ra's' control." She wouldn't, couldn't kill her husband, the father of her child.

Diggle gave a defeated sigh, "If anyone can save him, you can Laurel. You have already performed a miracle where Brick and his Silver Banshee were concerned."

:-:-:-:-:

Arsenal and Speedy tracked down men with briefcases, and according to Felicity, those were what The League was carrying, a virus known as Alpha-Omega. According to ARGUS records that Lyla had managed to send their way, the virus had first been utilized in Hong Kong. An ARGUS Agent had lost his wife and son to that event."

Arsenal chased the man down the crowded street, shoving past people before finally tackling one of the men, who pulled out a small dagger and tried to lunge at the archer.

Arsenal rolled backwards, before tossing one of his kali sticks at the knife before sending a hard kick into the man's face. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his girlfriend vault over a small wall, to keep up with the other league soldier.

Arsenal moved towards the case to see that the case was empty. "Overwatch, Speedy, Spartan. The cases are empty." The man spat out a tooth and cackled maniacally. It was at that point that Roy realized what was happening. "Ra's sent out men on suicide runs. His soldiers running with briefcases are the virus. ATOM, Overwatch how long until the vaccine is ready to be poured over the city?"

"Ten minutes tops, I think," Palmer said over the comms.

"Tie them up, and take them to the SCPD, after they had found out about meta-humans on the rise, many police departments in large cities have made cells with their own air circulation," Spartan answered before he started shouting at people to get on evacuation buses to one of the safe zones.

:-:-:-:-:

Black Canary slowly walked forward on the lone road towards the dam. The next thing she noticed was black-tipped arrows that were shot and killed several League ninjas hiding, likely to ambush her or prevent reinforcements.

She looked up to one of the towering roofs, to just make out Nyssa and some of those loyal to her. Nyssa's soldiers seemed to be wearing a white armband to distinguish them from her father's men.

Laurel gave a small nod before continuing towards Ra's, Nyssa and her soldiers were maintaining an inner containment area. Two lines of protection from Ra's. It was astounding how quickly and efficiently the man had taken a portion of the city.

Laurel eventually made her way to the dam, proper to see three men, all wearing their traditional black robes. "I'm here, where is Ra's?"

The man in the center removed his mask, to reveal a man with a mustache anchored by his beard. The old man looked thin and sickly. "And so you are, girl." For a long moment, the man studied her. "You have been through much. I see that you still wear your wounds from your previous battle with pride."

Laurel unclipped her nightstick. "How does this work? I fight you, and when I win, I'll get my husband back, and you and yours will leave Starling and never return?"

Ra's chuckled, "No." He then snapped his fingers. Laurel paled as she watched in horror as her son was brought out of one of the dam's buildings. Thankfully, her son wasn't awake or had passed out. She swallowed down the bile rising in her throat.

Ra's continued, with a mocking smirk. "You defeat my heir, and I will grant you and your son amnesty, girl. You lose, my heir will snap your son's neck before your eyes before you will join your child in the afterlife."

Laurel released a shuttered breath. How did he manage to kidnap her son? He was supposed to be under ARGUS protection. "He's an innocent! He has no quarrel with you, or yours. He's not a threat to you. He's just a baby!" She had to try to force her voice not to sound like she was begging the man, she couldn't afford to show too much weakness to him. And yet, she she couldn't live with knowing she let her son be murdered.

"He's more than a human, just like yourself, yes?" The thin man asked, he slightly resembled Nyssa. "If he wasn't the firstborn son of my heir, he would have made a magnificent horseman. He could have been reared to become the vanguard of The League. But alas, I cannot have a claimant with powers. Take solace, that once your heart ceases to beat, your son will join you in paradise."

Laurel's knuckles cracked as she gripped her nightstick harder. "If you don't let my son go now, I will break every bone in your body, destroy your pit. You will know how it feels to be in pain, to be helpless." She knew that in all likelihood this was going to be where she die." She steeled her voice. "Last warning, hand my son over to me, without harming him, and you can leave, and I won't pursue you."

Ra's chuckled before coughed, he brought a silk piece of fabric to his mouth, revealing blood. "I doubt you will manage to kill me, or my heir. You will have to go through my heir first, Al Sah-Him. The Arrow."

Laurel froze as she watched as one of the horsemen pulled off his hood to reveal Oliver. "Last chance, Black Canary bend the knee and I will grant you and your mutant son a quick death." Al Sah-Him growled as he unsheathed his blade, taking a step towards her.

Laurel didn't move, only raising her tonfa in the guard position. "Ollie, don't make me fight about our son. Think about Connor!"

Al Sah-Him marched towards her and swung his blade, she just managed to block the swing with her baton, the blade cut through some of the metal but was his blade became trapped.

Her husband threw away their weapons as Laurel rolled behind him and quickly held him in a chokehold. "I just went through hell to protect our son recently. I almost lost everything to protect Connie. We can protect him, our family, our city together, Ollie. Always and Forever."

Instead of answering, the brainwashed Oliver Queen, flipped Laurel over his shoulder, before delivering a hard blow to the side of her face, before she could even attempt to use her cry, Oliver's hand wrapped around Laurel's throat, causing her to gasp for air.

"Ollie… Connie" She gasped out. This time, she received a punch to her sternum. As she coughed and spluttered, she brought her knee up to collide it with Oliver's jaw. As she rolled backwards, Oliver managed to rip off her mask.

For a brief second, she noticed something. He hadn't seen her in this new suit. His blue eyes softened and looked guilt-ridden when his eyes moved to her red neck and jaw. She maintained her guard until she froze when she saw him pick up their son from one of the other League assassins, and withdrew another small blade from his suit.

"Ollie, please!" She sobbed, struggling to get to her feet. "Do whatever you want to me. Kill me, maim me… Do whatever you want but don't harm our son. You remember him don't you? Connor? Our son, Our Baby Bird? Just let Connor go with Thea and Roy." She felt her tears sting her split lip. "Just let them live, they will never do anything to you. I promise. If there is a small part of you that loves me, loves Connor, do this for us! And I won't blame you for killing me…. Just let Connie go, please." She begged, feeling weak for weeping and begging her brainwashed husband for some form of clemency.

His eyes hardened, and in a blink of an eye, the two assassins that held their son were dead. Two blades lodged in their necks. He then walked slowly towards Laurel, handed over to her, and gently caressed her bruised jaw. "Pretty Bird."

"Say it again, call me Pretty Bird." Laurel cried she couldn't believe that Oliver had come back to her. He had managed to save his family, and release himself from Ra's' indoctrination.

Oliver kissed her, and placed a loving hand on his son's head, before looking at her. "I missed you, Pretty Bird." his sad eyes looked upon her, "I'm sorry that I hurt you." His hand moved to softly move towards her neck. "You need to get Baby Bird somewhere safe."

Laurel bit her lip, before she ran with her son towards the visitor center, and was about to hide him in one of the supply closets. "When I close the door, please, use your cry. Just like you protected Mommy and Aunt Thea from the bad lady." She knew her son wouldn't grasp what she was pleading with him to do, but she had to vocalize it.

"That will not be necessary, Laurel." Speedy and Nyssa appeared out from the shadows. Nyssa walked towards Laurel and her son, and tentatively held out her hand to hold the infant. "May I hold the child that I consider to be my nephew?"

Laurel kissed her son before handing Connor over to Nyssa. Who quickly checked over the boy to ensure that he hadn't been poisoned or hurt by her father's orders. "I thought that you were busy taking down the people trying to spread the disease?" Laurel asked her sister.

"I ignored them. Roy, Diggle and a handful of Nyssa's soldiers are more than enough, besides, how many times do I have to keep telling you that we are family. And the Lance-Queen Family protects our own.

Nyssa then handed the infant to Thea. "Take him to your base of operations. Have Dr. Palmer wear his machine and you must both be ready to attack anyone that enters that underground facility. Swear to me that you will protect our nephew, Connor."

Thea gave a short jerk of her head, somewhat offended that she had to swear to protect her nephew. "I swear." With that, Speedy ran out the window, and disappeared into the night.

Nyssa turned from the window to look at Laurel, noticing the large bruise on her jaw. "I see that my father has not completely corrupted your beloved."

"He's still Ollie, he saved Connie, we just have to defeat your father and his other soldier. Just then Sarab walked in with his sword in one hand.

Nyssa's lips curled as she tossed a sheathed dagger at Laurel. "Help Oliver defeat my father. I will handle Sarab."

Black Canary ran past the two who started to encircle each other, and ran out to see Ra's and Ollie dueling with each other a bit too close to the edge of the dam for her liking. Laurel started to get close when a few robed assassins stood in her way.

She delivered a quick strike to one of the assassins' throats before she heard a rifle fire.

Bang

One soldier fell.

Bang

And another.

Bang

The final assassin dropped to the floor, unmoving. She wasn't sure if they were kill-shots, and right now she couldn't care less. All she knew for certain right now was that she had to help Oliver.

Laurel looked up in the distance and she could just make out Diggle standing on a rooftop quite a distance away, aiming his sniper rifle, keeping her safe as she moved towards Oliver.

As she ran, she felt her heart race, Oliver was just forced to his knees, with a sword resting at his neck. She thought she had lost Ollie once, she wasn't going to do that again. Ra's despite his condition was still a talented warrior. Maybe the best she had ever witnessed.

:-:-:-:-:

Oliver looked up at the old man who had forced him to almost kill the woman he loved. The man who had put his son in jeopardy. The man that he had foolishly believed couldn't move swiftly or with grace. He felt the cold blade rest against the skin of his neck. Ra's had just sliced his stomach, the armor just preventing the blade from doing anything more than breaking the skin, no doubt though it would require a few stitches.

"You were delivered from the prophecy. We were to join families, blood. Your name is Al Sah-him and you are Wraith Al Ghul. You will ensure that the League endures."

Oliver shook his head. "No. My name is Oliver Jonas Queen. Husband of Dinah Laurel Lance. Father to my son, Connor. And I am the Green Arrow."

The old man snarled and looked at Oliver up and down with disgust. "You are a disappointment. You have a purpose and you waste it for Oliver Queen and his family of after I kill you and yours, I will set out to cleanse the world of these mutants. They are unnatural. Abominations."

Oliver heard it before he felt the incoming blow, it was only a fraction of a second that allowed him to roll with the force.

SCREEEEE!

Oliver rolled forwards, and jumped up to his feet to pick up one of the bows left by one of the soldiers, in case this was the final stand. He drew an arrow and shot it into Ra's' chest. The man managed to deftly catch the missile. He then took a swig of a vial containing a small portion of the pit's waters and dropped the arrow to the ground.

The Demon's Head marched towards Oliver and Laurel. Laurel lunged forward with the dagger that Nyssa gave her, only for Ra's to grab the blade, ignoring it cutting into his hands, as he hit Laurel in the throat, causing her to gasp for air.

Oliver danced around his wife, putting him between the master assassin and the love of his life. Oliver used his bow to deflect the assassins flurry of blade strikes. Laurel, after managing to recover, snuck up behind the assassin, kicking his knee from beneath him, surprising the master assassin, though in doing so, Ra's managed to stab Oliver in the arm before getting ready to stab Laurel.

Oliver, ignoring the white-hot burning sensation in his arm, twisted Ra's' hand relieving him of the dagger, and drove an arrow through his stomach. The Assassin stumbled back, his mouth trying to contort to speak. His eyes stayed on Oliver, before he fell over the wall of the dam, landing on the concrete below. And with that The Demon's head was dead. Oliver felt an arm wrap around him, and he felt warm, not just from her body heat, but the warmth of being back with someone he loved. His home.

"Do we need the dagger if we have to know…. cut off his head."Laurel asked, looking at Nyssa's father's remains that laid awkwardly in a pool of blood.

Oliver shook his head. "He's not like Malcolm. Nyssa's father was too far gone for the Pit to rejuvenate him. It only gave him an energy boost. We don't have to worry about Malcolm. He's gone as well."

He then turned and wrapped his arms around Laurel's waist and brought her in for a searing kiss. Both relishing that they were still alive, and together after the hell that they had both endured. "I'm sorry about the jaw."

Laurel hissed and apologized to him about the same injury that she had caused him.

"Where's Connor?"

"Thea has him. Ray and her, and likely Roy, are on protection detail until we relieve them."

A few minutes later, Nyssa and Sarab walked up to them. "Oliver, Laurel. As the undisputed heir of The League, I renounce any and all blood debt between us and your people." Oliver and Laurel followed Nyssa down to her father and watched as Nyssa walked to her father's corpse, and pulled his ring off.

"We shall return to Nanda Parbat and tell them that the League is returning back to its original duty, to destroy the world of evil. But as far as they are concerned, there is more than killing to rid evil, and that Central City and Starling are considered protected by allies. No blood will be spilled without discussion with the teams. As Ra's Al Ghul, I release you, Al Sah-him. You may reclaim your former life."

Oliver nodded gratefully, his arm not leaving Laurel's waist. "Thank you, Nyssa."

The assassin nodded. "Sarab and I have discussed the plans going forward. We are to restore The League to the way it was. Removing evil from the world. But rest assured, none will enter Starling, nor Central City without permission from its guardians first." She then smirked, "My father's oracle was correct. You would play a role to prevent the death of The League. You deposed my father, gave me the title, and created an understanding between vigilantes and The League of Assassins."

"In a roundabout way, sure." Laurel smiled, "Nyssa, anytime you want to visit your family, us, our door is always open for one of Connor's favorite aunts."

Nyssa looked taken aback for a second, before recollecting herself. "Thank you, Laurel. Come, Sarab, we must take our men and return to Nanda Par Bat for the rituals." She then looked at Oliver, "Oliver, you may want to discuss with your team about next time, Laurel, Oliver."

Sarab bowed and shook Oliver's hand. "Keep your son safe. I know more than anyone what a gift it is to have a child, even if he was taken from me too early. But The League under the new Ra's is a way to atone for my sins in a way that I haven't had the opportunity to do. Farewell, Oliver. I'm glad that you found your way back to her." He said with a small gesture of his head towards Laurel.

Oliver looked at Laurel with confusion. "What does she mean, Laurel?"

Laurel sighed, she was just so tired and wanted to rest with her family now that it was whole again. "Brick returned. He managed to manipulate the FBI, he was gunning for me. I got into a heated argument with John and Felicity. I was disavowed. Forced to take down Brick myself, to try to keep him watching me instead of targeting Connor."

Oliver's jaw clenched, and he flexed his hand. "What about Speedy, and Roy?"

"Speedy and Roy were looking after me from the sidelines and protecting our son. I couldn't have done it without them and… Ted…He's gone…" She finally allowed herself to grieve for her mentor and honorary uncle. "He died saving Thea and Connie." She managed to see through her constricted throat.

Oliver instinctively wrapped his arms around Laurel. He would deal with John and Felicity later. Laurel was a founding member of the team and was his co-leader. The team should never abandon each other when things get too hard to handle. What was worse, is that they forced his wife to fight by herself all to protect his sister and son.

He couldn't even start to imagine what Laurel had been forced to endure since he died, and subsequently forced to become Ra's slave.

The team was supposed to be a family. That they would look after each other irrespective of who had died, or thought to be dead, let alone the threats they faced. And then abandoning Laurel during her time of need led to the death of Ted Grant. Laurel's mentor and honorary uncle.

He would have to buy Roy and Thea something nice, as a way to say thanks for them looking after both Laurel and Thea. Or at the very least make them something to show how much he appreciated them watching over Laurel and protecting their son.

"I'm so sorry, Pretty Bird." He wished he could take it all back. Try to reason with Ra's. Nyssa would have believed him that Malcolm framed Thea. If he had done that, he could have helped Laurel protect their son. But hindsight was twenty-twenty. All he could do now was help Laurel, and deal with the two people who broke his trust, and turned their coats on his wife.

A/N- Not sure how I feel about the Ra's fight, but I hope that it is at least a little better than the one that we got in canon. Ra's is a villain that is very hard to get right in my opinion.