The Green Arrow shot a grapple arrow and swung to another rooftop. He had just taken down a drug ring. He still felt wrong wearing his suit. His color. But that's what it was. As far as the world was concerned, Star City didn't have its heroes anymore, they had disbanded. Until the Emerald Archer returned.

Oliver, The Green Arrow, was forced into revealing himself, and subsequently arrested.

Laurel was trying to get her husband released before she was killed in Slabside.

Thea was currently too busy looking after her niece, and her family, and running Queen Industries alongside her step-father Walter.

John Diggle is now an agent of ARGUS working alongside his wife.

And what remained of Oliver Queen's recruits had either set up shop elsewhere or had disappeared into the wind.

Roy Harper, like Laurel after him, shared the same fate. A knife to the gut within the confines of a prison wall. Only that was not the end of their stories.

"Fyff, you said that a rogue aircraft was headed this way?"

"Right, GA. Slabside had a massive insurrection. The casualty number is currently unknown. The status of Oliver Queen is also unknown. I'm sorry, I know that you two were pretty tight."

Green Arrow looked across the skyline of his city. "Oliver was one of the first people who gave my life importance. You could say that the Lance-Queen family are more my family than my own blood."

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Warden Windrow pinched his brow as he listened to his men discuss putting down the remaining chaos and convicts who remain held up in certain areas of the prison. He was certainly not getting paid enough to deal with this kind of bullshit.

"Sir?"

Windrow looked at the screen one of his guards was pointing at. Oliver Queen was being forced down one of the corridors by Slade Wilson. The Australian Convict had a sharpened blade to Queen's neck. The man that had kidnapped Queen's sister, killed his mother and held Starling to ransom. And yet, there have been sightings of Deathstroke, Slade Wilson working alongside Green Arrow in the past few years.

It was a charade to get Oliver Queen out of prison. A man who had dedicated his life into pumping life back into Star City.

"Delete the footage. We don't know what happened to either prisoner."

Oliver Queen was the Green Arrow, that was clear to him. The man was a hero. And was now a widower. He deserved to find his kids and law, and watch his kids grow. He had saved his brother-in-law back when the ninjas attacked Starling.

After the guard typed, before looking up at The Warden. "It was deleted, sir. Oliver Queen and Slade Wilson are officially MIA, assumed to currently still be somewhere in the prison complex." After an official count was taken, they would eventually report them as missing. Hopefully, that will be more than enough time for both men to disappear.

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Oliver sat in the cockpit next to his brother, a relationship that was forged, then reforged again on Lian Yu. He tapped his leg. He was going to see Laurel again, hold her in his arms, feel her heartbeat against his. Feel the warmth of her body. Hear her sweet voice.

Mia was with her, and apparently so was Thea.

That led to one question left if they were now in Seattle, who was parading around in his green hood? Laurel seemed to not know who it was. And despite the deception, she was party to, he believed her. She was protecting him, Mia and herself. And for that, he could never fault her for putting their family first.

"We have to put the chopper down soon, Slade," Oliver yelled over the whirling of the blades chopping through the air. "Thank you, Slade. For everything."

"I'll put it down there." Slade pointed at a flat rooftop. From there you can disappear in your jungle, and head for Seattle. We are brothers, kid. And I can never begin to make up for what I did. I'll always have your back, Oliver."

Soon after Slade put down the helicopter and walked in the opposite direction of Oliver, and looked over his shoulder. "Don't be me. You have a family that loves you, never put that on the line again. It's not something that you risk, not ever." Having said his piece, Slade walked down the fire escape and disappeared into the night.

Oliver sighed, he was right. He, Laurel, Speedy, and Mia had gone through extraordinary lengths to keep them safe. "I promise Slade, thank you."

Oliver jumped across a rooftop, only to be shot with a net-arrow, pinning him to a wall. Oliver grunted as he felt his back slam against the brick wall, only to see Green Arrow in front of him. It took a second, before the man ripped off his own hood, to reveal a shocked Roy. "Oliver?"

"It's me, Roy. Slade broke me out."

"I had heard that he was sent to your prison, should have realized it was a breakout. I could have helped, maybe plan the extraction." He then pulled out a small tactical knife and sliced through the tight cords around Oliver.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, Roy. But why are you wearing my hood?"

"The city needs a Black Canary or a Green Arrow. And while green isn't my color, it fits better than a black suit and blonde hair. Also, who would suspect a dead man to be taking your place? Come with me."

Oliver followed Roy down to a black van, that looks similar to Diggle's old bulletproof van. His former protege opened the back door to reveal a motorcycle, the walls covered in an assortment of bows, arrows and other weapons. "Take the bike to Seattle."

"What?"

Roy smiled, "Didn't you think it was too easy? Laurel being shanked in a prison, and never using her cry, nor her skills?"

"You knew?"

"Not initially, but I put two and two together. Thea has given me access to Sagittarius for weapons and suits. I also have a friend who is my version Overwatch who operates from Keystone." Roy then helped Oliver remove the bike, and then tossed him some clothes and cash. "For the trip. I will pick up the bike in a few days."

Oliver jumped into the vehicle to change his clothes, then shook his friend's hand, before jumping on the bike and heading towards Seattle. Towards his family.

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Oliver pulled up in front of a small storefront with the sign of a Robin Hood shooting a bow and arrow. Beneath it was the name of the store. Sherwood Florist.

It looked like the second floor could be their new home, and knowing his wife and daughter, he was one-hundred percent sure that the name was created by Mia. She had that sense of humor. A pun, a double entendre. As long as she could claim innocence, or hide something in plain sight, with only her words. She would do it.

He chuckled lightly as he turned off the motorcycle and headed inside, hearing a small bell ring as he entered. His heart was beating against his chest wall, as he saw Thea sitting at the counter with her feet up, reading some forms, while Laurel was helping their daughter with homework.

"Pretty Bird."

Laurel, without missing a beat, stood up and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, I know we promised to be honest…"

He couldn't care less, she was alive, she hadn't been taken from him. "A lie isn't inherently bad, Laurel. You and the others saved yourself and our family. I'm just sorry that I was hasty into trusting Agent Watson, and we have to start our lives all over again."

"Instead of vigilantes, lawyers or mayors, or a convict, you two are now working for me," Thea said after Mia had a chance to hug her father and give her brother one of her own. "I have missed you, Ollie. You guys will have a comfortable life here."

"I have pretty much everything in this room that I could ever want."

"Willy will be here in a few days, depending on when Samantha can make it out of Central City for the day, and The Streak will be telling Aunt Sara what really happened."

He would get to see William in a few days. But right now, he was home. He was now a florist, husband, and a father. Nothing else.