Now

4 months later

Oliver and Kara's Residence

Summed up to 8 months of pass since Oliver and Kara first boiled the crust in Earth's texture in taste of death and darkness.

Parademons scream in joy, flying around in close infinite-shaped-symbol, awakening Clark and his fellow allies from a long sleep.

"What happened?", Clark questioned. But a spark stinged his head, he knew what happened. "Lois?!". Former Superman turns to his left, to perceive sight of his wife, still okay. As well as everyone whom sided with him, as alliance.

Subsequently. Everyone woke up. Diana. Sara. Lois. Rene. Dinah. Curtis. Nate. Amaya. And John. All looking around to soon realise they're tied to an overbearing wall. Everyone, tangled, scoffed their litter-words, pissed in their current scene. They labour in difficulty in remembering their last content. But they were conditioned enough to reemphasise their minds. Dark Arrow's recent attack on them. Outside. A view of red sky sparks a violent-rage of death-glare. Freaking Curtis to quarter-sentence to death.

"Good. You're awake!". A familiar voice yelled over Clark's team.

They stir to the left. An old grimy door contrasts darkness, shadowing over two figures.

"Kara?", Clark guessed, recognising the figure's body structure.

Red skies' shade illuminates the two, revealing Kara's phrased-posture. A pale-smile. Thirsted for a day of death, tempted in issuing her former friends a quick sentence.

"I was really tempted in killing you all". The word 'killing' queers them from holding back their fears. "But then when I had a discussion with my husband, I thought of something else".

"You won't take over this planet!", Diana charged, astonishing Kara in the process.

"Such bravery. As expected from ruthless Amazons", Kara expresses. She paced into Kara's full eyeballed-sight, exerting her head closely to Diana's eyes. "So tell me? How did it feel when you left your husband to rot in his dark cell? You must be so sad to see the irony fold between you two". Hearing her teasing voice makes Diana grit her teeth, latter vitals her arms, animating her strength to near-maximum, still doesn't break. "You can't escape. Not with those attached bracelets". Diana briefs over all the braces tied to her limbs, wrists, and her neck. Diana shocks. No one in the universe knew about her weaknesses except Bruce. "Gotta hand it to him, he's done so well for Darkseid's military". Diana was so enticed in punching her, she has nothing to regret.

"Diana don't!", Clark warned. He's seen these natures of taunting. And if one were to roast a heat in an opposition, that being will lose whatever control he/she has over itself. "She's provoking you!". Bruce, Clark and Diana formed a trustee-ship known as Trinity. Each of them entrusted each other with deeper secrets, even their weaknesses. Diana liable Clark and Bruce in her secret-flaw. Should one of them go rogue, the other can neutralise their friend, from steeping over a line. The mirror tides in different favours. If Clark is right about what chains Diana's imprisoned in, chances are it might have modified into killing her.

"I vocalised a time when you believed that Diana would never lose her sanity, Clarky. Let's put it to the test", Kara regarded. Her face entitles her attention to Diana. "Bracelets aren't the only news he gave me. He spared me an additional news. Tragic, from what he's witnessed in another universe".

"What?", Diana questioned. Her reference could scheme in multiple directions, or sum it all up to one point.

"What's your daughter's name?", Kara, quipped, asked. After lifting her finger to toy her lips. 'Daughter' cowls an anger countenance on Diana. Air expression, that aroused the Amazon, diminishes.

'My daughter?!", Diana thinks to herself. Nobody can restrain her, not one bit of Clark. "You deranged-psychotic". Diana endeavours slowly growths her strength to maximum, albeit to no avail did it work her way. She lowers her head down, contemplating on what happened to her daughter. "What did you do to her?".

Dark Supergirl visualises a demoniac smile, classified into hearing Diana question her.

"I haven't done anything to your daughter", Kara shot. Girl of Steel rears Diana's chin up. "But he did". Diana cognize who Kara is referring to. Her own daughter perished by her own father. Kara swipes her head over to rest of Clark's team. "She wasn't the only one who fell". Clark and the co. agnised who else Kara is directing her notions in. Some people were scandalised, to learn their friends died from his hands. The hands of Batman.

Sara wasn't feeling too great. She's suffering two dilemmas. His conviction with Oliver not directing any going to the bright side of all of it. And her loss of allies. Especially Ray. Anger smelts inside her, applying the heat. If she was to face Batman, she would zestfully thrilled to have the opportunity to take her down. Her temper caught Oliver and Kara's attention, including her team.

"You want to fight him?", Kara questions. A faint, charming broad painted on her face. She knows how easily Sara tend to be apt in circumstances counting the times when she's pissed at something. Effects of the Lazarus pit folded her into the worst brand of herself. If anyone was to calm her down, it vary in Oliver to register, but he's a different man. Her undeniable passion throws a grizzly tone on Kara, when she arrived in her space. "I heard you've been stimulating under distorts of Lazarus pits. I commend to your senselessness of refusing to stay humane". Sara wasn't too welcome in appreciating her compliment. "Did your failed attempt in persuading Oliver tallied you to unleashing your inner skin in that cracked merciless body?". Sara is bent on lifting all her strength to break these strong-metallic-braces placed on their body features. No benefit came in assuming his full strength.

Oliver just stood quietly, expressing a natural unhappy face. He has the traits of donning a psychopath's skin but he's not the man who shares a Joker's laugh, like Kara's currently doing now, in her perfection.

"Oliver!". An intimate voice prompted the latter to extend his gaze to him. John Diggle. "You're so going to be dead. And I will be the one who will kill you. In devil's cries". His line amused him, so much more up the point, he's joyously fazed. "I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face! You son of a bitch!".

"You indulge me John", Oliver ironically complimented. Latter paces towards John, covering his space. Kara focuses her face to Oliver and John's expected interaction. "It reminisces the times we use to work together. You and Felicity. Idiots". Sparks of fury mask his face. Characteristics of abrupt impotent rage. "Even when I was heart-broken over my mother's death. By Slade. You and that nerd-ballistic hacker. Even Laurel. Pushed my head in the game. I've been tired of this shit. All I ever wanted was peace and security. But you both brainwashed me, to flourish my head to do your stupid never-ending bidding". Expressing his line, gauged Oliver to throw a punch on John's face. He extended his reign of thousand punches on him. The collateral force between his fist and John's face out-came his crimson-snob-frail. John's allies cried for the bleeding latter, never extracting a chance to prevent him from dwelling John to near-death. "No matter what I did, you'd blame, intrigue me with your cooking-martial-laws, and cloud my judgements with newer maneuvers. Instead of releasing my inner-side". With all his bitter feelings expressed, Oliver draws his bow out, equipping an arrow in centre, facing him.

"Oliver don't!", Sara begged. He ignores her. His driven-numb overcame her words.

"John!", Lyla cries. She didn't want to witness another loss. She already lost one family member that was really close to her, and John.

At split second before Diggle's death, Kara raises her hand flat on Oliver's bow, preventing him front pecking a blow. Relieving Lyla from agony.

"Let's not be so hasty, Love", Kara deemed, reminding him of their plan. Leaving the heroes in confusion. Kara stands in front of Oliver, stance-in-prep for a speech. "The reason why we're keeping you alive is we hatched a game. And you're all gonna be in it. No leaches or drawbacks. You're gonna be in it whether you like it or not".

Oliver stepped forward, in line-connection with Kara. "We were reconciling a plan to provide you vermins enough 2 years to gather your allies from other worlds". His line defects everyone in utter-surprise. "Yes we know what you've been doing. Think we have't noticed? We were watching you. We were very aware who you gained, and lost". Only reverie they're ceased in is why did they capture them now. "Unfortunately our comrade took your people down. Though it won't be their existence is no necessary to be required in our sacred-battlefield". Completing his speech, Oliver leans heaves back, enlightening Kara to settle their real last phase.

Kara speechifies their vision of a battle between tyrants, like herself and Oliver, joint by millions of fractured souls, and heroes. In a contest-arena. Crimson hues the presence of the walls, lit with scars of darkness. A titian hail of the resemblance to the early centuries, but equivalent in standards to Apokolips.

As Kara finished speechifying her words, bolts of blazing electrical energy defies Clark and his team, even Diana. Jolted-appalling resentments froze them to their followed-sleeps. Hyped that their friends sleep, Oliver and Kara dismay a sense of greater pleasant-steel. They can't wait to blow their minds off with their new-mastery of acting like intellectuals. Rulers of Universe versus Earth's Resistance. An amused concept that allures Oliver and Kara into bewitched stocks of laughter.