Chapter 19
Rhea accepted Kara's challenge, somehow that news was both terrifying and reassuring to Oliver. He had stood aside and watched Kara face Rhea over the feed set up at the DEO, demand an audience and challenge the Queen of Daxam to an ancient rite of passage upon which rested the fate of the entire planet. Mon-El had pointed out the obvious failing of that plan of course, that if by some happenstance Kara lost the fight they would all have to stand down and allow Rhea's conquest to continue unopposed. Naturally, Oliver immediately planned for that eventuality. In his understanding of the rules of Dakkam-Ur, visitors from another dimension weren't strictly required to obey the outcome. If the worst did happen, Oliver's plan was to head straight to Central City to gather Barry and his team, along with Sara and The Legends.
That said, he knew that he wouldn't need to.
His faith in Kara was solid. They all believed in her. With the fate of the planet in the balance, Oliver didn't doubt her for a second.
Then, Cat Grant had turned the whole event into a media sensation. The Intergalactic Fight of The Century. The potential risk of drawing a crowd leapt to the forefront of concern, and Kara and Kal had taken off to try to convince Cat to cut back on the media coverage.
With the two Supers gone, Oliver had taken to readying himself for Kara's bout with Rhea. Kal had assured him that the rules of Dakkam-Ur allowed Kara to have a second with her during the fight, and Oliver had refused to hear any objection when he volunteered himself for the job. Both Kal and Mon-El had pointed out that Oliver was powerless, that in a one on one fight with Rhea he would almost certainly lose. That, as Oliver had emphasised, wasn't the point. He had no intention of actually fighting Rhea, he knew that he wouldn't need to. He was there for Kara, to make sure that Rhea obeyed the rules of her own tradition, and for triage if the worst came to pass.
Even so, he was still packing his quiver with heavy grade lead – just in case.
Which was where Jeremiah Danvers found him.
The soft click of the door opening altered him to a new presence, but Oliver didn't react to it immediately. With a twist of his wrist, he fixed a new lead composite arrowhead in place and placed the freshly constructed arrow down on the table. Then, Oliver pushed himself away from the table and rose to his feet. Jeremiah lingered just inside the doorway, a look on his face that didn't quite reach nervousness, but betrayed his discomfort nonetheless.
"Don't tell me that you're planning on leaving." Oliver spoke first, his voice a little cold.
Jeremiah let out a huff and took a few more steps into the room. "I get the feeling I don't have that option."
It hadn't escaped Oliver's attention that near every person at the DEO had been keeping one eye on Jeremiah since his return and he couldn't help but wonder if Alex had given the agents orders to watch her father's every move. He wouldn't blame her if that was the case. When they had all made it back from The Fortress of Solitude, Oliver had watched the sisters go immediately to Jeremiah, the short break they had found in the conflict allowing them a time for a reunion. Oliver had given Kara and Alex the short version of his plan just before then, that given Jeremiah had clearly been acting under duress during his time with Cadmus and with his help in ending the Daxamite invasion, J'onn had grounds to request a pardon for Jeremiah from President Marsdin.
Naturally, he had a backup plan.
"The girls told me about asking for a pardon, after this is all over," Jeremiah continued. "They seem pretty hopeful that the president will allow it."
"Of course, they do," Oliver said without pause. "They were robbed of so much time with you that this must seem almost too good to be true."
"I know you suggested this to them Oliver but you and I both know that my odds aren't that good."
He was right. Despite Oliver's hopefulness that Jeremiah would be granted a pardon there was no guarantee.
"If it doesn't work, I have another idea. You come to Earth-1 with us," He paused for a moment, watching Jeremiah's attention snap to him fully. "It's not like either of our worlds have any kind of interdimensional extradition, so you'd be safe there. We can set you up with whatever you need, and you can live your life without looking over your shoulder."
Jeremiah seemed almost unable to process what Oliver had told him. Even though he hadn't had time to run through the logistics with his team, Oliver knew that they could set up Jeremiah back on Earth-1 without much hassle. Felicity could easily create a fake identity, set up a paper trail that would appear authentic to anyone who cared to look. Add to that Oliver was sure he could get Jeremiah a position in Star City's Department of Health to get him off the ground in terms of money. It wasn't the worst fallback plan he had ever devised.
"Why do that for me?" Jeremiah asked.
It was an easy answer. "Because I care about Kara, Alex too. You mean a lot to them. This way, they can see you whenever they want without any of you needing to worry about you being wanted."
The sentiment sent Jeremiah into a few more moments of silence.
"Thank you, Oliver." Jeremiah looked up and extended a hand that Oliver gladly shook. "You're a good man."
"No, I'm not," A faint smile pulled at Oliver's lips. "But I'm trying to be."
Jeremiah grinned. "A better man than me at the least."
Oliver's own smile came on in full. Neither man had the chance to say another word as Diggle came through the door. His eyes flicked from Oliver, to Jeremiah, then back to Oliver, a curious expression on his face. Oliver simply gave him a quick shake of the head that told John they would talk about it later.
"The Supers are back, they want everyone for a briefing."
The two men started towards the door immediately, and John fell into step with them. As they stepped out into the main floor of the DEO, Oliver could see the rest of his team huddled around the central desk, along with both Supers, Alex, J'onn, Winn, and Mon-El. Oliver spoke up before they reached the desk.
"What have we got?" He asked.
Superman folded his hands onto the desk and sighed. "Lillian and Lena have a way, a fail-safe, to get rid of the Daxamites if Kara doesn't beat Rhea."
"It's a device that will seed the Earth's atmosphere with lead," Kara took over. "No Daxamite would survive on this planet."
Despite his reservations about the man, Oliver's gaze flicked to Mon-El, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw most everyone else around the desk do the same thing. Potential complications of pumping the atmosphere full of lead aside, Oliver didn't want to think about what it would mean for Mon-El. Sure, he wasn't the biggest fan of the Daxamite – John had forced him to come to terms with that being mostly due to the other man's affection for Kara – but Oliver knew Mon-El had made a life on Earth, being forced to leave that would be impossibly difficult.
"Except for Mon-El, right?" Winn stammered with hopeful denial.
Superman drew in a breath before answering. "Mon-El might be able to survive a little longer than the others. He's been exposed to our yellow sun for a few months."
Mon-El retreated into himself for a few moments, features drawing up and gaze burning a hole in the desk in front of him. It was a singular kind of focus that Oliver respected, he knew the battle that would be going on inside Mon-El's mind – save himself or save the world.
"Well, if it comes down to it, you use it." His gaze was still locked onto the desk, but he looked up to Kara before continuing. "I won't be the reason this planet suffers."
"No," Oliver surprised himself a little when he spoke. "We won't have to use it. I know Supergirl can beat Rhea."
He realised quickly, that his hesitation wasn't for Mon-El, it was far more selfish than that. The potential side effects of a device like that were a little terrifying; the risk to anyone who had a lead allergy, or any kind of severe respiratory problems was one he was uncomfortable with. The thing that really gave him pause was that Oliver knew it was Kara who would be the one to use the device – if it came to it. There was no guarantee that every Daxamite would be able to get off world in time, casualties were almost assured. Oliver already knew that there had been a loss of human life during the initial Daxamite attack too, and that Kara would undoubtedly blame herself for that. Adding the potential of her being the one to push the button, to be the one to take those extra lives, Oliver didn't want to think about what that would do to Kara.
Kara met his eye across the table, a look on her face that radiated with the comfort his assurance gave. "I told Lena to start working but Oliver's right, we will not have to use that device. Rhea is going to leave for good."
"Agent Schott, head to L-Corp. Assist Lillian and Lena Luthor." J'onn ordered.
"Curtis you too," Oliver added before turning to Jeremiah. "You should go as well, best we have someone there who knows Lillian well enough to keep an eye on her."
Jeremiah nodded his agreement and took off after Winn and Curtis.
Oliver turned his focus back to Kara, fully planning on pulling her somewhere private to gage how she was feeling about battling Rhea one on one. He had done it himself enough times; Malcom, Slade, Ra's – a fight to decide the fate of his city, and Oliver remembered how heavily those had weigh on him. Kara's bout with Rhea was to decide the fate of her whole world. But Kara had already pushed herself away from the desk and started walking.
"I need your help, Kal. Spar with me, keep me on my toes until I meet her."
With that, the two Supers disappeared down one of the corridors leading away from mission control. Letting out small huff of irritation, Oliver turned.
"John, I want you to get the team ready," He spoke in a low voice. "We both know better than to trust Rhea to honour a cease fire."
"Copy that." John replied, and walked around the desk to Dinah and Rene.
Once John and the team broke off towards the room where they were storing their equipment, Oliver's focus began to brush across the rest of his surroundings. The blunt thudding coming from through the wall behind him was certainly the sound of Kara and Kal sparring, so much so that occasionally the whole room shook. J'onn and Alex had moved to the central monitor bank, running through data and discussing plans for dealing with a worst case scenario. The only person other than himself without a task in hand was Mon-El.
The Daxamite had hardly moved, just drifted a little closer to the edge of mission control, no longer standing at the central desk. Oliver could read the whirlwind of emotions on the other man's face all too easily and couldn't help but to feel a pang of sympathy for him. Even though he couldn't fully empathise with the situation Mon-El was facing – despite all Oliver had been through he hadn't had the threat of being forced to leave the planet he called home before – he still understood some of what the Daxamite must have been feeling. His reservations about Mon-El aside, Oliver respected the attempt he had made to change, to become a better man, even if his motivations were skewed. Mon-El wanted to be a hero because he wanted to be someone Kara would want to be with, not because he felt the same calling Oliver, Kara, Barry, and all the others felt.
That said, Mon-El was still putting the needs of others ahead of himself. That counted for something.
Sucking in a breath and swallowing his pride, Oliver walked towards him.
"Mon-El," He began, and the Daxamite's attention snapped to him. "Look, I know you and I haven't always…seen eye to eye but I respect what you said back there. I know we both have faith in Kara but—"
Mon-El cut over him. "But if it comes to it, you need to be the one to push the button. We both know Kara isn't going to want to do it, and even if she did, she doesn't deserve to have that on her conscience."
A faint smile forced its way onto Oliver's lips. "I know it might sound hard to believe, but you remind me a little of myself." At the incredulous look on Mon-El's face he pressed on. "Kara told me about you being Daxam royalty, and before I became this, I was…Starling City's resident party boy and womanizer. Damn the consequences because fun was the only thing that mattered." A wisp of guilt passed through them both. "I changed, and I know that you have to." Even if your motives weren't pure. Oliver added internally.
"Not enough apparently." Mon-El muttered with resignation, and a twist of bitterness.
Oliver sucked in a sharp breath and held it, not trusting himself to speak. Thankfully his reprieve came quickly as Kara and Kal walked back into mission control. From the look of steely determination on Kara's face, Oliver knew that it was time for her duel with Rhea. He held her gaze for a moment, struggling to read anything beyond raw focus. Offering a weak smile, Oliver crossed the room and fell into step with Kara for a few moments. The Kryptonian continued toward the balcony as Oliver broke off to collect his equipment from the storage room.
His team were gathered around the table, fixing weapons and packing a variety of tools, preparing for the worst just like Oliver had instructed. He made a beeline for his gear, quickly strapping his quiver to his back.
"As soon as Kara engages Rhea, get out on the streets," He began as he fixed the quiver into place. "I want us to be ready."
John and the others nodded the affirmative as Oliver grabbed his mask from the table. Working the mask into place, Oliver steeled his nerves. He could feel his more pessimistic tendencies worrying at him, concern for Kara needling his thoughts. Locking those thoughts down, Oliver grabbed his bow and headed back to Kara.
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Once they had safely touched down on the rooftop Rhea had specified, Kara released her grasp on Oliver. Weight of their situation aside, the slight unease she could see on the usually perfectly stoic Green Arrow at being flown across National City brought a hint of a smile to her lips. They had arrived first, Rhea was still nowhere to be seen. After taking a few steps forward, Kara could feel Oliver's eyes on her, and turned to face him.
"You can do this." He assured, his gloved hand slipping into hers for a second and squeezing reassuringly before dropping her hand again.
The reassurance sent a flood of warmth through Kara, and her nervousness receded slightly. Her fight with Rhea was mere moments away, and the fate of her entire adopted home was on the line. It was a terrifying thought. Having Oliver by her side was just enough of a comfort to stop her from spiralling completely. The weight of the Daxamite invasion was already reaching almost unbearable levels, Alex had begrudgingly given her a report on the state of National City, and it wasn't good. So many injured that most every hospital in the city was stretched to capacity, hundreds of people attempting to flee the city, millions of dollars of damage already, and when Kara had seen the list of fatalities pop up on Winn's monitor she had turned away.
Two flicking green and orange lights appeared before them, after a moment depositing Rhea and one of her generals onto the rooftop opposite them.
"I see you brought some moral support." Rhea observed scathingly.
Kara saw Oliver's fingers twitch out of the corner of her eye.
"I see you did too." She kept her voice level.
Rhea continued to walk towards them, her general standing in place. "So, once you are disposed of, I have your word that your forces will lay down arms? That the city, the nation, and the planet will be surrendered?"
The Daxamite Queen came to a stop, a few meters of clear ground still between them.
"On my honour." Kara answered firmly. "And if I defeat you, your invasion ends. You leave. Once and for all." Unlike Rhea, Kara didn't leave the hint of questioning in her words.
Instead of answering Kara, Rhea just turned her head and gave her general a look. The man snapped to attention, bowed courteously, and took a few paces back. The lack of a firm response from Rhea unsettled something in Kara, the itching doubt that she couldn't trust the other woman welling up inside her. Doing her best to focus, Kara turned to Oliver, finding the archer already looking to her.
She held his gaze for a few moments, his eyes telling her more than words could have in that moment. In the crisp blue she could see the trust, the confidence, the absolute certainly Oliver seemed to have that she could win, and something else on top of it all that Kara didn't want to distract herself thinking about. She gave him a nod that he quickly returned before turning and walking a suitable distance behind her.
Across the rooftop, Rhea braced an arm across her chest and bowed her head, a gesture Kara reciprocated.
"For the Earth." Rhea looked up.
"For the Earth."
Formalities cleared, the two women leapt into combat.
Superspeed enabled they closed the ground between them in a fraction of a second and Kara struck out with a right handed hook. The blow connected to Rhea's cheek and she recoiled into herself for a moment before springing back. Face curled with anger Rhea lashed out. Kara used the momentum from her attack to sink under Rhea's first blow and deflected the second with a left armed wing block. Instead of giving ground, Kara stayed squarely in Rhea's path and drew back her right arm before driving a clenched fist into Rhea's chest. Rhea stumbled, dropping the arm Kara's left handed block hand been deflecting. Taking the chance, Kara pulled her still raised fist back for a moment then thrust forward, catching Rhea with a left cross. Her right fist shot forward to match the succession of strikes, but Rhea had gone all the way down.
The Queen ducked under Kara's attack and disappeared behind her. The pull around her shoulders told Kara what Rhea was doing. The Daxamite had tangled a fist in Kara's cape and pulled it backward with violent force and she was taken off her feet. Kara felt her stomach drop as she was thrown back through the air, followed by a wave of concussive force as her back slammed into something metallic that gave under her indestructible frame in a shower of sparks. The collision threw Kara forward again, and she went face down on the concrete ungracefully. For a moment, Kara tapped into her speed, slowed perception giving her a second to catch Oliver stood off to her left, still looking every bit as assured in her.
Kara didn't hesitate before pushing back up to her feet and dashed forward at superspeed, but she overreached, and Rhea threw out an arm, catching her with a clothesline. The arm caught Kara's neck perfectly and she dropped out of superspeed as she collapsed to the floor, rolling for a few feet. It took Kara longer to recover from that blow, breath coming to her ragged and sharp. Not allowing herself to stay down for long, Kara forced herself to a knee and met Oliver's eyes across the rooftop. The archer stayed in place but offered her a determined look and a nod of reassurance, it was enough to get her back to her feet.
Stepping back to Rhea, Kara struck low. The attack made it through the Daxamite's raised guard and forced her to double over for a moment, the harsh outpour of breath assuring Kara she had winded Rhea. When she looked back up, Kara swung left handed and caught Rhea across the cheek once again and followed it up with an overhead punch that caught Rhea in the collar bone and crumpled her to the floor. Across the rooftop, she caught Oliver moving around, trying to get a better view of Rhea. Looking down at the Daxamite, Kara paled a little.
Rhea was laughing.
Above her, Kara heard the whirring of engines and the high-pitched discharge of energy weapons. She turned sharply, just in time to see the Daxamite fleet break formation and began to spread out once again over National City. The ships moved fast, almost too quickly for Kara to keep track of them all, but she heard the explosions, the screams that came with them.
"You agreed to the Dakkam-Ur." Kara rounded on Rhea. "Send them back."
Rhea's grin didn't subside. Beyond the Daxamite, Kara saw Oliver draw back an arrow, aimed firmly at the Queen kneeling before her. Kara knew what Oliver wanted to do, she could see it in his eyes. The arrow was lead-tipped, if he let it fly he would kill Rhea, the Daxamite's would be without a leader and would more than likely capitulate. She still couldn't let him do it. Over Rhea, Kara met Oliver's eyes and shook her head. He held her gaze for a few moments and she could read his confliction, but after a moment, he returned the arrow to his quiver just as Rhea got to her feet.
Another explosion rose up just across the street from them and Kara started toward Rhea.
"Destroying the city is not the answer."
"A city that's destroyed," Rhea sneered. "Will need a new leader to rebuild it."
The remote in her pocket suddenly felt as though it weighed a million tonnes. Mon-El had been right, they couldn't trust Rhea. Kara had given her a chance to fight with honour, and the moment Rhea had started to lose her army had attacked a city she had sworn a cease fire with. Kara's heart sunk as she made the realisation. Even if she beat Rhea it would likely make no difference, the invasion had been ordered. Across the rooftop, Oliver caught her eye again. His look said it all, she had to keep fighting.
Rhea began circling her, and Kara quickly started to sidestep, matching the Daxamite's rotation.
"You're getting tired." Kara taunted.
"Finish me then. Hit me," Rhea grinned, coming to a stop. "Consider it a gift."
Kara didn't stop to question it. She ran forward, leapt into the air a few feet, and brought her right fist down hard into Rhea's temple. The Daxamite went down instantly, dropping to her knees and spinning away from Kara. If her gaze hadn't been solely focused on Rhea, Kara might have caught Oliver's look of worry before Rhea turned again.
"Hardly," Rhea hissed as she got back to her feet. Kara's eye went wide as she saw the luminous green staining Rhea's fingertips and tricking from the split on her forehead. "Because of your people, Kryptonite poisoned my entire world." Kara staggered backward a few paces, the searing pain of Kryptonite exposure burning though her, and she collapsed to the floor. "I've carried it across galaxies. It's part of me now. So, go ahead. Make me bleed."
Rhea was on Kara before she could even move. With the intense burn of Kryptonite Kara couldn't react. Most of what happened was beyond conscious combat. Her powers and instinct weathered Rhea's battering valiantly, throwing out the occasional block to keep the worst of the assault from damaging her. Rhea soon tired of it, and lifted Kara up over her head before driving her down through the concrete roof. Kara's perceptions blurred, barely recognising the light disappearing as Rhea tossed her through walls and debris, and only coming back into focus once they were once more in the light of day.
Kara looked up through hazy vision to see Oliver running at them, protocol for the Dakkam-Ur forgotten at Rhea's betrayal and Kara's weaken state. Seeing him dash to her aid like that brought a weak smile to Kara's lips. It didn't last long though. Before Oliver could even make it halfway to them, he was tackled across the rooftop by Rhea's general and disappeared from Kara's sight. Watching Oliver get attacked forced a shot of adrenaline into her system that gave Kara the energy to throw Rhea off her and roll to her feet.
Kara lunged at Rhea, vision still burry. The blow was out, and Rhea ducked it with ease. She snapped out again with her other hand, but Rhea sidestepped and steered it away from herself. The burn rising in her lungs was impossible to ignore, the Kryptonite was running its course. Kara swallowed hard and swung another fist. This time, Rhea caught the attack, used her left arm to lock up Kara's right.
"It won't stop here," Rhea snarled, driving a fist into Kara's gut. "There's Star City and Metropolis." An uppercut that made her vision spin. "I will destroy city after city until your whole world is gone."
Rhea released Kara's arm, followed it up with a left cross that dropped her to her knees. The words rang in her ears, the threat to her whole world. What remained of Kara's powers tuned in to the noise around National City, the explosions, the sound of fighting, the pleas of the innocent. There were billions more depending on her.
It's the duty of the strong to protect the weak. She heard Oliver's voice from all those months ago after Jeremiah had fled with Cadmus.
Kara looked up. The yellow sunlight washed over her and she drew in a breath. Even with Rhea poised to strike Kara took a moment to feel the warmth on her skin, pushing back some of the damage Rhea's Kryptonite poisoned blood was doing to her.
Then, Rhea struck. Kara snapped a hand up and caught the first that was driving towards her. Kara tightened her grip and forced herself to her feet.
We keep going because we have to.
"This is my home." Kara bit out.
She threw out a series of right handed strikes, each with more force than the last. On the third, Kara released her grasp on Rhea's hand and the contact sent the Daxamite flying across the rooftop. Rhea's back collided with an air conditioning unit and she curled into herself as she collapsed to the ground.
"And I'm going to protect it."
Rhea staggered to her feet. "It doesn't matter if I live or die. We'll keep coming."
Kara followed Rhea's gaze to see the Daxamite mothership move positions above the city. The power was already tangible, Kara could feel it emanating from the ship. Her gaze drifted down in time to see Oliver climbing back onto the rooftop, his armour dusted and marked. He was quickly at her side.
"Supergirl," Alex's voice came through the comms. "They've locked onto every school, hospital, and municipal building in the city. They're going to destroy everything."
Kara's full gaze turned to Oliver, eyes locking. They both knew there was only one option left. With a heavy sigh, Oliver pushed back his hood and drew his mask down.
"Kara," Oliver's voice was impossibly soft, "Let me."
He held one gloved hand out, and Kara drew the remote from her pocket. The small piece of metal seemed ice cold to the touch. Neither of them broke eye contact, but Kara didn't move to give him the device.
"Supergirl," Mon-El's harried voice rang in their ears. "Don't worry about me, you have to do this."
"Kara." Oliver tried again.
She swallowed hard and shook her head at him. The sound from all around the city was almost too much. The screams and cries for help from the innocent became too much to bear in an instant. Kara lifted the device, hand tightening around it.
"I'm sorry." Kara spoke into her comms, knowing Mon-El would hear.
Kara swallowed hard and pressed the button.
There was no obvious change, which shouldn't have surprised her, but somehow it still did. Lena and Lillian had told her it would only be a trace amount of lead, not enough to harm a human but for some reason Kara had still expected…something. For a moment, Kara feared the device hadn't worked. Rhea began to choke a moment later, a hand pressed against her throat as she struggled for air. Above them, flashes of green and orange light signalled Daxamite's returning to their ships.
"Superman," Oliver called into his comms. "Get Mon-El to our position. Now."
Rhea was gone before they arrived, suffocated in a hostile atmosphere with the knowledge that her hubris had damned her. Superman landed on the rooftop with Mon-El clutched tightly to his side. As soon as they touched down, Mon-El stumbled forward, dropping down to one knee as he struggled to catch his breath. Oliver was at his side in a shot and Kara was forced to just stand back and watch.
Oliver dropped to a knee in front Mon-El, one hand fishing in a pouch for a moment before he pulled out a metal bracelet. Without saying a word, Oliver grabbed Mon-El's hand and forced the object into them.
"It's one of the teleport devices, I took it off Rhea's general." Oliver informed Mon-El.
"Why wou—" Mon-El tried but a fit of coughing consumed him.
Oliver drew in a breath. "Mon-El, you…your mother is gone, your people need a leader now." The Daxamite shook his head but Oliver pressed on. "I told you, I know who you are right now because I was you. And I know that you can be more, that you can become someone else, something else. Daxam needs a ruler. You're their king. You can guide them now, change their fate. Make them more than they were."
Mon-El met Oliver's eyes, something in them akin to hope. Wordlessly, Mon-El fixed the bracelet around his own wrist. At that, Kara moved quickly across to them, and swept Mon-El up into a hug. He might have been difficult, but despite it all he had always tried to be more, to be better. His arms weakly wrapped around Kara, and she could tell Mon-El was losing what little strength he had left. When they broke apart, he looked back to Oliver, and offered him a hand.
"Thank you, Oliver." He said hoarsely, as Oliver grasped the offered hand firmly for a second. With one last look over at Kara, Mon-El strained to his feet. A faint smirk crossed his lips and he looked back to Oliver. "She's still too good for you."
Kara's gaze snapped to Oliver, who was looking at her with an affectionate smile.
"I know."
Mon-El chuckled a little. "Just wanted to make sure."
His smile never subsided as he pressed a button on the bracelet and vanished in a haze of green and orange.
Author's Note: And there we go, Daxamite invasion over. I had an insane amount of fun writing this one, especially some of the combat between Kara and Rhea. I know I haven't given you much Kara/Oliver time these last few chapters but things need to be set up for the future and we're getting to them having some time together.
So, I haven't fully proofread this. I finished it about 20 seconds ago and decided it just had to be uploaded now. I'll come back and tidy up any mistakes over the next few days.
Hope you all enjoyed reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. if you did, please take the time to drop a comment, it really means the world to me.