As Oliver raced down the streets, on his motorcycle, with Laurel wrapping her arms around him. As they made it to their temporary base, Barry was already waiting for them with a bag of Big Belly Burger.

Barry placed their meals on the old carpenter's desk that he had just dusted in a blink of an eye. "I gave you guys something like a half-hour head start."

"We don't exactly have super speed, do we?" Laurel asked, as she removed her black helmet and sat it next to her duffle bag in the room's corner.

Barry snapped his fingers as something clicked in his mind. "Oh, by the way. I appreciate you two helping me out back there but I had that."

Oliver chuckled lightly, while Laurel sported an amused smile. "Uh-huh."

"I was getting ready to make my move," Barry said defending himself.

"What move? The one to the morgue?" Oliver teased lightly, as he took a sip from his soda cup.

Barry grabbed a handful of fries and shoveled them down his mouth. "So, what made Starling's power couple come to Central City?"

"What else?" Laurel rhetorically asked. "Work."

Oliver walked over to one of their bags and pulled out a clear zip-lock bag with a steel boomerang inside. "A rather unique homicide occurred back home, a boomerang in someone's back."

Barry took the boomerang out to look at it closer. "Cool." He said as he started to study the weapon.

Laurel and Oliver smiled at each other. The way Barry looked intensively and curiously at the weapon, was the same way Connor stares and intently studies their house keys, or any other shiny or noisy objects he can get his little hands on.

Barry then looked at Oliver and quickly sobered. "I mean, awful."

Oliver nodded. Laurel could tell that he was struggling to keep his merriment inside and his colder exterior out. "Felicity found that it had iron oxide on it. Which lead us here to Central City."

Oliver rolled his eyes, as Barry went on a small tangent about Australian Aboriginals using boomerangs to hunt primarily kangaroo.

Laurel cleared her throat to get the younger man to focus. "We were chasing down a lead when we heard the SWAT raid over the radio." She then took a sip of the cola in front of her. "You may want to tell Detective Chyre to scramble the CCPD's frequency.

Barry stuttered, looking slightly awkward. "I can't… Chyre was killed a few months ago. But I will be sure to tell Joe, it would save lives."

Oliver turned the conversation back to how they came to help him. "I said to Laurel, that we would drop by, and watch you make your move."

Barry sniggered at Oliver's teasing. "That's a low blow man." He then took a bite of his burger and watched Oliver do the same. He then explained how he and his team are currently dealing with a meta-human that makes people angry.

"Metahuman?" Laurel asked. "You're not calling people with powers, enhanced individuals?" She asked, putting a couple of fries in her mouth.

Barry shrugged. "I suppose it comes down to semantics." He then looked at her suit. "Judging by the design, Cisco created your suit? He did mention at one point that he met a meta-human before they became popular. He called you said the person, you were the O.G. meta-human."

Laurel's cheeks heat up and redden, as dipped her head, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "He did, he designed and created this suit, and the other one before the suit was damaged."

Barry's eyes bulged in surprise. "Damaged? How?"

"I shot her with an arrow, the shock, and the force, and the shock pushed her off a rooftop, and then I tore her wig off, before leaving her to die," Oliver said as his jaw tightened in his regret and self-loathing.

Laurel rubbed his shoulder. "Water under the bridge, Ollie. Speedy called Caitlin. I'm alive, that's all that matters."

"Wait," Barry said raising his hands. "You know Cisco Ramon and Caitlin Snow?"

Laurel nodded, as she brushed some crumbs and salt from her fingers, "Met them just over four years ago. Why? You know them?"

Barry smiled. "Yep. They're both work on Team Flash." He then looked at the engaged couple in front of him. "We should team-up. I help you find your Aussie Convict, and you help me find the rageaholic.

"I don't think so. We will do what we need to do and go back home." He said looking at Laurel for confirmation since they were partners.

"How about this? We continue searching for our Boomerang Killer, and we keep our ear to the ground about your rage-inducing enhanced individual."

Barry nodded, enthusiastically, and took the boomerang. "I will have STAR Labs work on this." He then sped off, leaving a yellow lightning trail after him.

Once Barry left, Laurel leaned against Oliver. "You trust Barry. You can also trust Caitlin, and judging from my experience with Cisco, you can trust him as well. The pair of them haven't betrayed mine, nor Thea's trust since we have known them."

"And yet, you haven't even told this Cisco who makes your suits your real identity?"

Laurel bit her lip. "An opportunity never really presented itself. Look, give them a chance, I know that you have had bad experiences trusting others, and that is putting it lightly, but Ollie, we can't trust people in our line of work."

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Barry arrived back at STAR Labs to see Caitlin and Cisco walking together into The Cortex.

He handed Cisco the boomerang. "A mutual acquaintance of the three of ours gave STAR Labs, this to study for her and her partner's case."

Both Caitlin's and Cisco's faces lit up. Cisco grabbed the boomerang as if it were a Christmas or a birthday present. "Canary gave us this? Her first case back and she comes returns to her roots? Did you know she used to operate here in Central City?"

"I knew a Wildcat did," Barry said, remembering Joe being annoyed at someone interferes in his investigations.

Cisco studied the weapon in his hand. "Do we know what the wings are made of?" Barry shrugged, as his friend marched into his workshop to analyze the projectile weapon.

As Barry walked towards Caitlin, she spoke first, beating him to the punch. "You know the Black Canary?"

Barry gave a small nod of his head. "Laurel."

Caitlin smiled, relieved. "How was she? I heard that she went on maternity leave from vigilantism. Was her baby there? I assume you spoke to them when they were out of their suits?"

"No. Just her and The Green Arrow. Do you know why they almost killed each other, two years ago?"

Caitlin shrugged slightly, "She has never been an open book, I mean she wears her heart on her sleeve, but no, I know that Laurel has been shot with Arrows before, I just assumed it was The Dark Archer. It was likely a misunderstanding between her and The Green Arrow."

"She and her partner are keeping their ears to the ground, about our meta. Do we have anything on our end?"

Caitlin explained that the SWAT officer informed the police that he saw a flash of red before he lost control. She then told him her theory regarding the meta inducing rage through the ocular nerve. "Oh, by the way, Dr Wells wants to see you."

Barry walked into a small room that had both Joe and Dr. Wells waiting for him as if they were about to give him an intervention.

"Why do I feel like I was ordered to the principal's office?" Barry asked warily as he eyed his foster father and Doctor Wells.

Joe rubbed his hands together. "The Vigilantes Starling City."

Barry looked between his adoptive father and his mentor. "They call him the Green Arrow, and she is the Black Canary."

Joe scoffed. "Oh, do they, Flash?" The look he gave Barry reminded him of the time that he had followed Iris out of the house after curfew.

Barry looked at his father in confusion. What was their issue with Oliver and Laurel? They saved Starling twice each. It was a heroic thing, shouldn't he as a rookie hero look up to them? Learn from them?

"What's the problem? I don't understand?"

"We don't trust them," Wells said calmly.

"You guys don't even know them."

"Black Canary, formally known as The Canary of Starling City, before that she was The Woman in Black; who along with her mentor, committed a number of crimes here in Central City, almost eight years ago," Joe said as if he were reading a rap-sheet. "I also know that she was suspected of terrorism four years ago, and the Green Arrow was wanted for murder in at least twelve different cases dating back three years. I'm not even counting the other charges like assault, B & E's." Joe then scratched his beard, "The Green Arrow is without a doubt a murderer and a thief."

"And there have been at least two major terrorist attacks and one full-scale Gang War since they became active." Doctor Wells added. "Who knows what other kinds of issues Starling will suffer due to these so-called heroes of yours in the coming year, or years."

Barry folded his arms, quirking his brow. "She was found innocent for the terrorist attack, and the cops have dropped the charges on the Green Arrow, they're cool with him."

"And all those people they assaulted or killed? They don't count?" Joe asked, looking disappointed in him.

"They are heroes, Joe," Barry said resolutely. He would defend his friends, just as he knew that they would do the same for him.

Wells shook his head, in disagreement. "No. You are a hero, Barry. You offer protection, hope, light. What those two do is carry out a dark reckoning to the people in their city. They subscribe to a brutal, violent vision of justice, one we do not share." He said waving his hand between himself and Joe. "If you think they are heroes, so be it, but they are not the people you should admire."

Joe looked at Barry with the look that he used to give him and Iris when they had to do something that he knew that they didn't want to do. "I want the Green Arrow, and Black Canary out of my city, tonight."

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Green Arrow and Black Canary walked stalked the shadows together, as they advanced upon the landlord of the storage building's office.

"You miss this?" She asked, keeping her voice low, as they snuck down the hallway.

"I do." He whispered, "I miss working beside you, Pretty Bird." He then kicked down the door to the office room and aimed his bow at the man, while Black Canary brandished her baton.

"The man who rents the stage unit 103. We want his name." Black Canary growled.

:-: :-: :-: :-:

The next morning at Jitters, Oliver and Laurel were sitting at a table, waiting for hot their coffee. Oliver looked at Laurel, who took out her phone to check on things back home. "You know, I can finish the case, and you can go back home to Connie. I won't be offended."

He felt Laurel tossing and turning in an attempt to sleep in the few hours they had last night. At first, he thought it was her roughing the uncomfortable conditions in the drafty abandoned building they were hauled up in until he realized that it was the first time that she had been away from their son for an extended period of time. He also suspected it was due to Sara's killer still being on the loose, and him protecting Malcolm. A melting pot of emotions keeping her from having a deep sleep.

She shook her head. "No, I made a promise to help you. And Thea told me that if I called, or texted her again, she would jump through the phone and hit me over the head with it."

Oliver was about to tell her that he would be fine going solo if it gave her a peace of mind knowing that their son was safe and happy. Just then, Barry walked in and made a B-Line for them, making Oliver put what he was going to say on the back-burner.

"Hey," Barry said warmly.

"Your guy that you are hunting, the guy that robbed your bank. Roy G. Bivelo."

"Uh...Thanks." He said. "How did you find him?" Oliver didn't answer as he looked away. Barry's face dropped. "The guy is still alive, right?" At the look Oliver gave him, he clarified. "I was just confirming — I thought you didn't want to help."

"It was pointed out to me last night." He said looking at Laurel before looking at Barry again. "That having friends with remarkable talents would be of help down the road. And you helped me with the hallucination last year…" Oliver trailed off. " Friends help one another."

Barry put out his hand and shook Oliver's. "Partners?"

Oliver looked at Laurel, who nodded. "Partners."

After Barry had shaken his hand, then Laurel's hand, and looked between them. "So, we going to hunt this meta-human?"

Oliver scowled slightly. "We are not calling them that." Oliver hated the thought of Laurel, or even Connor being labeled as something other than human. Laurel had voiced her discontent with the label, stating that it was a slippery slope from being called meta-human to not being recognized as a member of the human race.

Oliver agreed, from his experiences during his five years in hell, and his three years since being back, he knew that people like Waller or Ivo would willingly experiment on enhanced individuals if given the opportunity. It was better for all, if everyone just considered them humans, with enhanced capabilities.

A young African American woman, their waitress walked up to the three of them, gave Barry a familiar playful nudge, and handed the two cups of coffee to the pair sitting. Oliver gave his fiancée a knowing look at the way Barry smiled awkwardly and blushed slightly at the young woman's appearance. It was quite evident to anyone that saw them that Barry held this woman close to his heart.

The young waitress was giving Oliver a flirtatious smile and unapologetically admiring his strong physique. She handed Laurel her coffee with milk and handed Oliver his black coffee.

She leaned on the table slightly looking at Oliver. Laurel noticed he seemed to look awkward, a fish out of water, as the young woman swooned over him. Laurel had to hold her mug close to her lips to prevent herself from smirking at the love of her life being uncomfortable. It was a far cry from how he was almost eight years ago.

"I brewed a fresh pot, so…" Iris trailed off wistfully, not taking her eyes off Oliver.

Oliver smiled pleasantly at the young woman and gave Laurel a look as if to say he knew that she was enjoying him being in the hot seat. "Thank you." He said politely and took a sip of the hot beverage.

"Yeah." She said longingly, not breaking eye contact with him. She then turned to Barry. "Barry, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah." The pair walked off towards the line where people were ordering their drinks.

Oliver watched them leave, and once they were out of earshot, he couldn't help but grin at the look Laurel gave him, one full of mirth and amusement.

"What?" He asked, innocently.

"Nothing." She mused. "Just watching the love of my life looking like a fish out of water. It reminds me of how much you have changed, Ollie."

"Jealous?" He asked, lightly, enjoying seeing Laurel look lighter than she had since Sara's death. It seemed like his idea for her get out of the city, to get out of Starling for a few days was already doing. her some good. Hopefully, her time with Grant will also prove to be just as fruitful. She certainly needed this change of pace, even if it's just an oasis before something inevitably goes wrong again.

Laurel scoffed and rolled her eyes slightly. "Of what? We have a family, a happy, healthy son, and are in a committed monogamous relationship, with a wedding in a year or so, down the line."

On the other side of the store, Iris playfully slapped Barry's arm, much to his chagrin. "You didn't tell me that you knew Oliver Queen?"

Barry sighed. "I know Oliver Queen." Wishing he didn't have to listen to Iris parading her crushes and relationships in his face.

Iris was acting so chipper and throwing longing glances at the former playboy. "He's even more handsome in person. And his arms, Barry. They are like twice the size of yours." She said motioning with her hands.

Barry scowled slightly. "Technically, they are not twice the size." It was a feeble defense, but it was all he could come up with on the fly.

Iris brushed her hair behind her shoulder. "He's on my three list." She revealed, still sounding sickeningly giddy about seeing Oliver.

Barry shrugged. "What's a three list?"

"My list of three guys that I'm allowed to cheat on Eddie with." She then sighed wistfully. "You rarely get to meet the people on your list… But now he is, and I can't stop staring at him."

Barry sighed, as he pointed at the blonde woman that was talking quietly with the man in question. "See her?" He asked, and Iris nodded. "That's Laurel Lance, his fiancée, and mother of his son. I don't think she would appreciate you sleeping with or fawning all over her fiancé."

Iris nodded slowly. "When was he taken off the market? There wasn't anything on the news?"

Barry shrugged. "I don't know, but it was before I went to Starling last year. Since the first terror attack in Starling, and Moira Queen's trial and subsequent murder, the Queen family have been out of the limelight of the media."

Barry and Iris watched as Laurel leaned over to kiss her betrothed and stand up to leave the café without Oliver in tow. Barry suspected that she was going to run a few leads, as an attorney, instead of her vigilante persona.

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A half-hour later, Barry had talked with Iris, letting Oliver leave before catching up with him at the abandoned word carpenter's workshop. He saw Oliver standing by himself overlooking the overgrown yard that had puddles from the rain the night before.

'Hey." Barry said, as he walked towards the man that he admired.

Oliver remained stoic, his hands by his sides. "You're late." Oliver said curtly. "How can you be late when you have super speed?"

"The natural tardiness negates many of the perks, unfortunately." He then stood next the older, and more experienced hero looking at the overgrown vista, that provided a stark contrast to the rest of the pristine city. "How exactly are we going to catch Bivelo at your temporary headquarters that you are currently squatting at?"

He then looked behind them and into their small temporary living quarters. A couple of sleeping bags rolled up next to three or four duffle bags and an LED lantern with paperwork on the carpenter's workbench.

"We aren't. We have something just as important to do. We are here to train."

"Like Rocky?" Barry asked in an amused tone of voice.

Oliver gave him a side glance. "I'm sure if you want to box, I'm Laurel can handle that later."

Barry recalled studying the impossible cases before he had first ventured into Starling to hunt for The Hood, or rather Green Arrow, Speedy, and Arsenal. The Emerald Archer and his Ruby Archers. He recalled scouring the blogs and news articles about The Woman in Black, later known as the Black Canary. It wasn't until he heard about her banshee wail that he had tried to find videos of her. Very few recordings actually showed her scream. What he noticed, however, was that she was trained in urban combat and reconnaissance, which contrasted to Oliver who primarily trained in a jungle environment.

Laurel also trained in boxing and other forms of fighting; like Savete and Krav Maga. Though that is only if the blogs and theories could be trusted. He also wouldn't be surprised if Barry found out that Cisco was a moderator in one of the various chatrooms about Starling's vigilantes.

"Speaking of, where is she?" Barry asked as he took a cursory glance around the area.

"Visiting a friend," Oliver answered cryptically. Barry suspected that since she was Black Canary, and Joe had revealed that she had worked with a Wildcat. Barry suspected that it was him she was visiting.

Wildcat, or the Man in Black and Blue, was a vigilante that didn't really hit the news when he was active years ago. The man just disappeared and was long thought to be dead by the CCPD and the bloggers that discussed the urban legends.

Oliver then looked back at Barry. "I saw your friend Iris's blog on The Flash. Laurel and I visited all the crime scenes you had fought at."

That shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did. He should have known that Oliver would have taken it upon himself to scour all the places he had fought.

"It has come to my attention recently, that we as vigilantes, as heroes. We should learn from our mistakes; we have already lost one of our own. If you really want to be a guardian angel over your city, I need to ensure that you have the necessary skills."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but don't you and Laurel sleep? That must have taken all night?"

Oliver raised his brow. "Barry, I have an infant son, Laurel, and I already get little sleep to no sleep." He then shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Almost three and half weeks ago, you fought, a man named Leonard Snart."

"We call him Captain Cold," he said, slightly proud of the name they had given their foe.

Unfortunately, Oliver remained unamused. "We can discuss giving your enemy's silly code names further down the line."

"Perhaps we should discuss names like; The Count, The Ninja-Archer and Deathstroke?"

"Every one of those names was given to them when they had no known identities, or they were nicknames the SCPD or ARGUS had given them." He explained. "No, the point is you engaged Snart on a train which was then derailed."

Barry defended himself citing that while he fought, there may have been some property damage, but it was all in the name of saving people, and he managed to just that. Save all those who were at risk.

"Do you case every environment you happen upon, during an emergency like that?" Upon Barry's silence, Oliver continued. "You could you have the speed and the time. But you don't and that Barry is your hubris."

Barry followed Oliver as he walked out of the shelter and towards the wet grounds. "There is a difference Barry between having powers and precision. "He then stopped to look at Barry. "There is a reason that Laurel primarily uses her martial prowess over her powers. You rely on them, and you get dependent on it. You lose your edge in other areas."

Barry watched as Oliver moved towards his motorcycle, and unclipped his bow from the handlebars, leaving only a black metal nightstick. "Living this life, it takes more than a mask. It takes discipline." He said as he nocked an arrow into the weapon. "And since you chose this life, a life of stubborn and dangerous people…

Barry flinched, taking a step back, as he stammered. "Why are you holding a loaded bow?"

Oliver gestured his head towards the far side of the yard. "You're going to run over there, you're gonna race towards me. And you are going to get hit with an arrow."

Barry chuckled, knowing how unlikely that would be the case. He was a lot faster than any arrow, or for that matter bullet could ever be. "No, I'm not."

Oliver chortled back. "Yes, you are." His face then became void of all the humor it had a few seconds ago.

Barry shrugged, nonchalantly. "Sure, I will humor you." He then sped away to the other end of the yard, shouting if Oliver was ready.

Oliver drew his bow and took aim as he jerked his head in agreement. He then released the arrow that Barry had swiftly caught, with his super-speed and gave Oliver a cocky grin. "Nice try, Ollie." Just then, two hidden crossbows shot two arrows into Barry's back.

Barry howled in pain, as he tried in vain to see what had punctured his back. "You shot me?" He asked in a mixture of shock and pain.

Oliver walked behind him and pulled the arrows that had barely penetrated into his back. "I heard you heal fast. Another boon for you, I'm sure."

:-: :-: :-: :-:

Laurel walked into the ratty of a gym that always felt like a home away from home. She walked in to see Ted watching a young woman boxing against a young man. She stood beside Ted as he shouted out advice to either side.

"Been waiting for you." He whispered to her, not looking away from the fight.

"it's been a long few month's Ted. I don't really want to talk about it." Even if it was one of the primary reasons, she was here in Central City was to speak to Ted, she found that she didn't possess the courage to reopen her wounds.

Ted nodded slightly. "Fine by me," he replied, as he continued to coach at the fighters. Ted looked towards the young man. "Drake, keep your hands up, or Steph will ring your head in like a bell." He then looked at the young girl that couldn't be much older than twenty. "Stephanie. Use your hips, it's where the power comes from."

He then looked at Laurel, out of the corner of his eye. "Stephanie Brown, and Timothy Drake. They have the largest dick measuring contest, I have ever seen." He said attempting to lighten the sullen mood.

"They your new generation of vigilantes?" Laurel asked, making small talk, while she and Ted watching the girl duck under her sparring partners' attack, and delivering one of her own to his stomach.

"Nah, I only did that for you, Dinah."

"But Speedy..."

"You brought her in, you trained her. I just was her examiner. had nothing to do with me."

When Laurel didn't speak for a few minutes, and silence reigned between the two, until she finally spoke, and saw the mild amusement die down in his ice-blue eyes. "Three. minutes." She whispered almost inaudibly. "That's how long it took for me and Connie to leave Sara on that rooftop before she tumbled down in front of us. She was skewered by arrows, Ted."

Ted said nothing, as he simply listened, no commentaries, no apologies. They both knew that they were there for one another. "One-hundred and eighty seconds, Ted. If we stayed up there another couple of minutes, I could have lost both my sister and my baby."

"You could have died too, Dinah. Your life is just as important as Connor, and everyone else." Ted looked at her completely, temporarily forgetting the two fighters in the ring. "You may have lost Sara, Dinah. But you still have your baby, you have Cas — You still have Oliver and Thea. Me. You still have a family." He then let her digest his words in silence for a few minutes.

Ted was right she still had family, and friends despite those she had lost along the way. People that have left her. "Why does it feel like everyone leaves me, eventually? My mother she… She climbed into her car and drove away and only appeared when Sara had returned. Jo, Tommy — Ted, this past year is supposed to be the happiest time in my life, and yet people still are ripped from me. Moira and my father have been ripped away from me. And now Sara…" She added fighting through her contracted throat, knowing she had to let it out. "Ted, what is so wrong with me that everyone leaves?"

"Dinah." He said getting her attention, as he dragged two plastic chairs for them to sit on. "You have a fiancée, that is devoted to you, a beautiful boy that I consider a grandson. You have a surrogate sister that thinks the world of you, and would never hurt you. And You have me, Dinah. The world isn't out to get you, no matter how much it feels that way." He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You just have been unlucky and drew the wrong hand from the deck. Focus on the things that you have, that you can change rather than those that you have lost. Or it will destroy you."

Laurel played with her engagement ring on her finger. Her friend and mentor consoled her and gave Laurel advice. "Remember what I taught you all those years ago? When you felt like the world is crumbling around you?" He waited, a beat before answering for her. "It's not about how you get knocked down to the mat. It's about whether you get back up. Are you gonna get up or not, Dinah?"

"That's what I'm trying to do." She said softly, thinking about how Oliver had suggested she visit Ted for a talk and to vent to someone who isn't too involved in what has been happening. "But why do I feel the rage, and anger in my heart... and in my soul... clawing to be let out? I'm worried that I will do something stupid, or hurt Connor, Thea or Ollie…" She was worried that she would explode and hurt those around her, or someone or something would rip those she loves away from her and she will just fall off into the deep end. She didn't know if she could come out of that darkness if she was to be consumed by it.

"It's good that you are worried about the consequences of your actions. It shows me that despite your rage, you still have a gentle heart." He then looked back at the two young adults and told them to take a break before he returned his attention back at Laurel. "But Dinah, you can't let that rage control you. You need to harness it. Focus on your family. Focus on Oliver, on Connor and Thea. Let them shoulder the burden for you, and there is no shame in letting people go, letting your fallen friends and family go. Letting Sara and your father rest. Protect and look after your family. One step at a time."

He then looked at her with a concerned look. "I hope that you find some semblance of peace as well, Dinah."

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Laurel had caught a cab from Wildcat's gym to STAR Labs, where she found Caitlin talking about something regarding color affecting moods. She wasn't sure how accurate the theory was, but she simply smiled at her friend.

Laurel's hand trembled as she handed Caitlin a thumb drive that contained the DNA of her sister's killer. "I was hoping that you find something we couldn't with the sample."

"Sure," Caitlin nodded. "What do you want me to find, and what's the sample from?"

Her breath hitched as she spoke. "My sister's murder."

Caitlin sprung up from her seat and embraced her friend muttering her apologies, and condolences, before asking, "How is Baby Connor?"

Laurel smiled thankfully for the distraction. She pulled a photograph of Connor sitting against an abnormally large stuffed crocodile that Thea had bought for him. Laurel smiled as she remembered Thea had said that no niece or nephew of hers would be without awesome toys.

Caitlin cooed at the picture of her friend's baby. "He's so cute."

While they were discussing her son, Wells rolled down the adjacent hall and called out to her. "Miss Lance, I would appreciate a moment of your time. Please."

Laurel quirked her brow at Caitlin, as he continued to roll further down the hallway. "Wonder what he wants?" Caitlin shrugged, and continued her work, as Laurel tracked down the professor.

She found him further down the hallway; he had deliberately slowed his advance for her to catch up. "What's on your mind, Professor?"

Wells' lips slightly upturned, it was almost imperceptible but Laurel noticed it. "Do you prefer Dinah or Laurel?"

"Whatever makes it easier for you." She said with a small shrug, crossing her arms.

"Dinah, I prefer to surround my team with known quantities, a trait I'm sure you can relate to as an attorney. I rather find the unknown to be rather dangerous and toxic to the work environment. The Green Arrow and Black Canary are unknowns."

Laurel exhaled before she spoke, "As someone that has worked beside these two heroes, for several years you have nothing to fear as long as you are on the right side of the law. You are aren't you, Doctor Wells?" She asked cocking her head to the side.

Doctor Wells gave an amused smirk, "I'm sure that in this case. And yes, I am on the right side of the law for future reference. And yet, I find myself with a conundrum." He said, why gesturing with his hands. "How can an individual, such as myself trust a man… or a woman, for that matter, if I cannot know their name?" He asked. "So, I was hoping, Miss Lance, that you could help me trust these masked individuals. Who are they behind the masks, and under the hood?" He asked, before adding. "I have only witnessed Black Canary once, and that was in your hometown."

"Well, for starters, I'm sure you can appreciate the position I am in, if someone you just met were to ask about Barry's secret, you would err on the side of caution, and not divulge any secrets your masked friend may have." She said, that caused Well's to nod in amusement. "And as to trust, you can look at their M.O. and their history. It's how the legal system works, I can't see how their M.O. can't help you build some trust, or have a peace of mind on these vigilantes."

Wells smirked. "Fair enough. Both Caitlin and Cisco had refused to divulge The Canary of Starling City's identity as well. I suppose I will have to figure it out myself then." He said before he wheeled down one of the connecting hallways.

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That night, Oliver held Laurel in his arms as they lay in their sleeping bag. Oliver had noticed that Laurel seemed a little less weighed down after talking to Grant but seemed lost in thought after her visit to STAR Labs.

"You seem distracted." He whispered close to her ear.

"Something feels off about Wells." She revealed, he had felt the same.

Oliver wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "What about Grant?"

She giggled slightly. "Ted. He's fine, he has given me stuff to think about, what priorities I should have and advice regarding those that I have lost."

"And?" He prodded slightly.

She turned around and smiled. "That there is nothing wrong with letting the ghosts of the loved ones that were taken from us, rest. Find peace. And for us who are still living to focus on what matters, our family."

He leaned over and kissed her lightly. "I'm glad that your visit was fruitful." Perhaps he should send Grant a gift a bottle of scotch or something for helping Laurel? He may have to ask Thea if he would take that as a slight. He had known the man for almost two years, and he still could never get a read on the man, other than he loved Laurel as if she were his daughter, perhaps, that was enough.

Laurel adjusted herself, then used his chest as a pillow, "How about you? I know that you have been too worried about me to feel your grief? Sara was your friend too, Ollie."

Oliver hesitated. "She's family. And I miss her… I'm also concerned that what we might have too — What I will have to do when The League comes knocking. I'm worried that I will lose too much of myself to the point that You, Speedy and Connor won't recognize me."

She turned around, the dim light from the moon illuminated her face. "I think you are far more resilient than you give yourself credit for. And nothing will stop me, Thea or Connor, from loving you." She then gave him another kiss. "Pretty Bird, you didn't stop caring for me when I came home and was in a dark space. I will never hate you. It's physically impossible."

Oliver rubbed his hand down her arm reassuringly, before Laurel changed the subject, "How was your training regimen with Barry?" She asked with a teasing voice.

"He let Bivelo getaway," he sighed. "He didn't listen." To her ears, it sounded like he was blaming himself more than his newest pupil. It was always like him to carry everyone's burdens as his own.

Laurel sighed, perhaps this was the wrong topic of choice, "How about we both talk to him?" She hummed. "He might listen to me, about not using my enhanced biology as a crutch?"

Oliver nodded as he kissed the top of her head. "It may mean more coming from a person with a similar experience."

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Barry appeared at the workshop to see Oliver and Laurel waiting for him, gazing out towards the early morning vista of their temporary yard.

"Ganging up on me, and thinking of new ways to embarrass me?" He asked accusingly, looking between the couple in front of him.

"Not trying to embarrass you Barry," Laurel said gently to assure him. "I heard that you went after Bivelo last night alone after I had left STAR Labs? Then while you were in pursuit, he slipped away."

Barry scoffed. "And neither of you two have ever made a misstep? The legendary infallible Green Arrow and Black Canary." He said mockingly.

"Of course, we have had missteps," Oliver said, as both Laurel, and he silently lamented on their previous mistakes.

Laurel sighed, as she slowly walked towards him as if he was a frightened deer. "Barry, we have been living this life for close to eight years. I have survived those years, and not because of my canary cry had saved me from death, it was because I… We" She said gesturing to her partner. "We realized that we needed to continue learning and adapting to the environment and scenarios we find ourselves in."

Oliver then finished for her. "And until you grasp that truth, despite your best intentions, you will do more harm than good."

Barry shook his head indignantly. "I see what it is now. You're jealous of me, huh?" He said pointing at Oliver. "A guy like you, handsome, rich, a father, a beautiful loving fiancée…" His words slowly dripping with condescension. "Jealousy must be an emotion that you haven't acclimatized to. So, you may find it difficult to understand your emotions."

Laurel watched Oliver tense slightly, from his frustration with the younger man, though he put on a cool façade. "That's your theory?"

Barry replied instantaneously. "Absolutely. You see, unlike me, Laurel and likely your son, you can only lift weights, climb that stupid ladder of yours until your heart explodes. But you will never have powers as we have, you will never be as fast as I am. You will never be what we are!"

Barry continued haughtily, while Laurel watched as Barry moved in closer towards Oliver, her fiancé, remained cool and calm compared to Barry's out of character rage and cockiness. "That," He said pointing at Oliver, "That has to hurt your rock-hard pride, Ollie, that you are the unremarkable one out of your little immediate family."

As he walked past Oliver, Laurel snatched Barry's arm. Before Barry could respond, Oliver requested that she let him go. She reluctantly did as she was asked, and let him sped off.

Oliver turned to look at his best friend and partner. "Something is wrong. He's acting out of character. He's under the influence of Bivelo's power. I'll call STAR Labs; you get our work clothes ready."

Before Laurel moved to their bags, she wrapped her arms around him. "You're not unremarkable, Ollie. It takes a good heart, and inner strength to endure what you had to and come out sane, and still a good person." She whispered, before pulling back with a slight wry smirk. "Besides, you're hardly the only one in our family without powers. You are in good company with Speedy."

Oliver's eyes twinkled at her little speech. "I love you, Pretty Bird," he said before giving Laurel a searing kiss.

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After Caitlin hung up on Oliver, she looked at Wells, Detective West, and Cisco. "That was the Green Arrow, he says that he and Black Canary noticed that Barry was acting strange."

Joe nodded frantically. He explained how he had never seen his foster son looking so angry and full of rage. "It was scary. And his eyes were glowing red."

Wells gave the team a knowing smirk. "Luckily we know a pair of remarkable individuals who can stop Barry." He looked at Caitlin. "I think you should call back Oliver Queen and Dinah Laurel Lance. We will need Starling's Finest to help."

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Green Arrow sped down the roads of Central City and let Black Canary jump off before speeding down an ally way.

Black Canary unclipped her baton and walked slowly towards where The Flash had a young detective pinned down, with Iris pleading for the speedster to have mercy. She noted his eyes, went bright red before he lunged for the detective.

Laurel took a deep breath in and used her Canary Cry, sending the Man in Red flying towards the alley where her partner waited.

Black Canary looked towards Iris and the detective. "Run! We will handle this." Black Canary then ensured that the two were at a safe distance before walking towards were Oliver had just purposely aimed behind his artificially enraged friend.

"You missed." The Flash cockily replied.

The Green Arrow shook his head. "No, I didn't." he then promptly shot him with a tranquilizer arrow. A special arrow that he had made when he had first heard about speedsters. It made Laurel wonder what Oliver had made in the unwanted event she went rogue. Surely, he would have concocted a plan? It would be the smart thing to do, even if he had no intention or desire to use it against her.

Laurel continued her job of ensuring that the enraged speedster harmed no one, and to prevent him from doing something dangerous until Wells and Joe West had arrived with their payload. All she had to do was wait for Ollie's signal.

The Flash phased the drug out of his system and started speeding around Green Arrow, that created something like a bright yellow vortex around him. She watched as Oliver attempted to keep him busy, and focused on him, as he 'attempted to escape.' Barry sped up the side of the building to remove the lodged arrow.

Oliver landed gracefully after he had shot another arrow to slow his descent. Barry then spun around Oliver at high speeds. Because of the insane speeds, Barry could run at, it looked like Oliver was doing some weird kind of contemporary dance without music.

Oliver managed to get one lucky hit, in which temporarily stunned The Flash, but made him rage further, and proceed to hit his friend and mentor at rapid speeds. Before finally sending The Emerald Archer to the ground.

Oliver clicked a button sending darts that were shot towards Barry. He deftly caught them. "Fool me once, Ollie."

It was now her turn, again. Black Canary used her cry to send Barry stumbling to the ground, and Oliver quickly stood up, and held him in a chokehold, as the STAR Labs van pulled up, and used its colored lights to send some form of subliminal messaging to wipe the rage-induced from Bivelo from Barry's system.

Laurel sighed in relief, as Oliver supported Barry's weight towards the Star Labs Van.

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After they had imprisoned Bivelo in the pipeline, Laurel felt sick at the thought that these men and women were kept in inhumane conditions and were not given a trial. This could be her, and Connor in there. She marched out ahead of Oliver, Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco to see Joe.

"Do these people get a trial?" Joe shook his head, as Laurel continued. "They deserve that right, enhanced or not, they are still human and needed to be treated as such."

Joe nodded but looked slightly concerned. "I'll see what we can do to only use this as a temporary prison until we are better equipped to handle, and house meta-humans in both the prison system, ensure that the courts, officers and the public are safe."

"Ensure that it is, or The IAB may receive an anonymous phone call." She turned around to see Oliver looking at her with a smile that always made her weak at the knees. "You ready to go back home?"

Laurel smiled, relieved that she would be finally returning home. "More than ever, I suppose Team Flash is following us home?"

Oliver chuckled lightly. "We helped them with Bivelo. Now they are going to assist us with our Boomerang Killer."

"Another Australian criminal threatening our city." She lamented.

Oliver sniggered lightly. "Well, Australia was a penal colony." He recalled Slade telling him one night that one of his contemporaries he had worked with when he was a liaison officer to MI6. His code name was Convict due to Australia being a former Penal Colony.

Before they made it to their motorcycle, Detective West called after them. "You saved my son if there is anything that I can do…"

Oliver looks from the Detective to Laurel, then back to the man. "Keep Black Canary's name out of the records, news, and the media." He said knowing that Laurel wanted to ease herself back into the vigilante life. That she still had reservations about the dangers of their life and what it could mean for their son. "The world isn't ready for The Black Canary to return just yet."

It seemed like Detective West understood and shook their hands. "I had the same reservations when I first got to hold Iris in my arms. Only the Green Arrow operated in Central City the last few days." He looked directly at Laurel. "You do whatever you need to ensure that your son is safe and healthy. Nothing else matters."