Dark Arrow and Dark Supergirl enter their most private room. Kara cheers in horrid excitement. She's gardant in answering the fates of her former friends, and former allies. The same people they stood for, use to maintaining Earth's terra firma. Now they trashed it in a bin. Kara leaps forward in front of Oliver, who contrasts a depressed look.
"Oliver?", Kara called. His head is down, thinking about something. Philosophising on someone he was close to. Kara lifts his chin up, seeing sluggish tears sliding from his eyebrows. Kara's model changes. "Why are you crying?". Her voice rustles to minimum angle.
"I'm sorry. It's just...". Oliver moves passed Kara, peaking his thoughts. "I wanted this world. I love it so much". Voice undertones, breaking up. "I wanted this world. I love this world".
"What are you not telling me?". Oliver couldn't answer her question, he's dreaded in repulsive disgust. "Oliver!". Dark Arrow turns round to beam Kara.
"Can't believe I'm justifying this. But I...-"
"Tell me", Kara softly demanded. "Trust me". Oliver trusts Kara with his whole life, same Kara does for the latter.
"Sara Lance", Oliver simply answered. One that didn't bolt her in a shock. Kara knew Oliver and Sara were close friends. Kara moves ahead, shutting the distance paired between them. Sara will always be against their wishes, which Kara noted, but anxious over Oliver's contemplate of her left her no choice. Before, Oliver and Kara did have a talk about some of Oliver's closest friends. One of them was Sara. Kara loves Oliver with all her heart, exceeding far to presenting any wish he declared for his feeling of staying happy.
"Okay. We'll keep her alive", said Kara, approving his wish. Oliver is nonplus. "I told you a million times Oliver". Girl of Steel shifts forward to her husband. "I will always love you with all my heart". Her hand placed on Oliver's chin, expanse up to his left-side of his facial feature. The two re-assume their romantic states. Their eyes vibrate to every upper body feature showcased between them, before leaning in for a plummet kiss.
Sara's unconscious body is deemed under arms of two Parademons. They're delivering her across the ancient hallway, to a more secluded room. Once brought, Parademons reinstate chains on Sara's wrists, limps, arms, legs. Placing White Canary on a wall.
Sara's eyes open, attending to the frequency of Parademons' screeching noises. "Where the fuck am I?". A man, from a placed room's door, enters. Kara eye-lines him. Dark Arrow. He takes his hood and set-mask out, disclosing her real face to Sara. Sara nearly assumed his royal posture of no joint of sympathy, but it's turned the other way. "Oliver?".
Oliver didn't greet her with any response at movement. He looked at her with sympathy and brood.
"Why Ollie?", Sara weakly asked. Her expression administered in Oliver and Kara's ongoing run riot.
"It had to be done Sara", said Oliver. "Earth is full of corruption. Humans can't balance their fares with us heroes. They always whine like low-class worms. So selfish. So idiotic. So foolish. Controlling us to do their bitching-worn-dogs. What me and Kara did? We fabricated this world into our own utopia".
"And your willing to destroy humanity just to build this world into your own image?"
"Humanity is defined as barbaric. They countless times pervert the very natural sources to their evil deeds", Oliver claimed. He's witnessed a lot of fouls played on him. Thousands of psychopaths. Who either exact revenge, hold an agenda, or make on suffer with no reason. He's seen it in other cities. Gotham City. National City. Central City. Metropolis.
One thought zapped her into mind. "Where're the others?".
"You shouldn't be worried about them. They will die under 10 years time. But you will stay alive", said Oliver, astonishing Sara. If there is a part of Oliver inside him then Sara needs to sequester a way to bring Oliver to his sanity. "I don't want you to suffer. You're the last person to recapitalise my early memories".
"I won't betray my friends! Not even you Oliver!"
"I know you won't, that's why I'm rejoiced"
"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him"
"Who is him?", Oliver questioned.
"You know who I'm elevating on", Sara regarded. Shouldn't blue him. Sara loved the Oliver from before this crises.
Oliver casuals his head to face White Canary. "Oliver Queen is dead! He couldn't make up for what he did". His tone emits sounds of a werewolf. "Too busy feeling sorry for himself, never moving on. Always alone in the inside". She's bitty annoyed at when he insulted his previous persona. Fracture of her didn't blame him. Too housed in a deeper path.
"He will come. Maybe not now. Not today. But some year, or century, he will come back to us", Sara esteemed in belief.
Her line momentarily pissed him off, to brink him to leave the room.
"10 years?". Sara perceived a mention an important key phrase, from Oliver. "Gotta loose these chains up". She couldn't. These sheen shackles aren't from Earth. They're from Apokolips. She wouldn't believe that she'd stick in the same room for ten years. Anything can change in short-time or a prolonged period.
Oliver walks through the corridor, sighting Kara bent by wall. Eyes closed.
"How'd your little chattering go with her?", Kara politely asked, after hearing Oliver's footsteps from long distance.
"Will manage", Oliver uttered, hailing an omen that she'll lose her grip in supporting humanity. Kara moans in belief-awe.
"You will, love". Kara has full faith in her husband that he'll change Sara's aspects. She pecks a transparent-sticker on his cheek. An amiable smile prints in him. Kara's hand twines with Oliver's as they move on forward, to the next room.