AN: Authors Note at the end of the chapter. Warning for violence, but I'm pretty sure its canon typical violence in Arrow. But still you were warned. So sorry if this upsets you. You can skip this chapter if you want. I made sure to keep this chapter focused on the interrogation so that people can skip it without missing fluff.

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*Oliver and Joe's side during the interrogation/ while Barry and Ginger were out adventuring*

An hour later found them standing in the pipeline in front of Fisher's prison.

"Oh yay company," Fisher said, frowning at them all. Directing a particular heated glare in Oliver's direction. Oliver made sure the hood was securely covering his face, before stepping closer.

"How do we change Flash back?" He asked. The man smirked, not the least bit worried.

"I would like to file a request, since I never got my phone call. How about a baseball? Its pretty boring in here." Fisher had moved to stand in the middle of cell. Oliver didn't bother to reply to the man's statement only repeating his question.

"You're a little slow. I'm not answering that."

"Tell us how to turn Flash back."

"Gees, you're persistent aren't ya? No." Fisher's condescending tone was grinding on Oliver's nerves causing him to tighten his grip on his bow. Fisher sent him a bored look.

"Listen, Hood. There's no way to turn him back. So you might as well give up and start looking for a child size coffin."

"Wrong answer." Oliver growled, "Try again."

"Or what? If you haven't noticed there's a thick pane of glass between us." Fisher said, gesturing to the glass with his hands. Oliver turned his head to face Joe. The detective immediately caught on to what Oliver tried saying and called Cisco, asking them to open the cell. There was a moment of silence where Joe caught Oliver's eye, searching for something. He must have found it, because he answered 'Yes' into the phone and soon the glass opened. Fisher had a moment of panic on his face, before he slipped back into a smug smile.

"Letting me go then? Finally gave up?" Fisher asked, his smug smile growing. Neither of them answered. Fisher made to take a step out of the cell, hesitation clear, but before he could pass the threshold an arrow whistled past him. The arrow caught the material of his shoulder, sending him backwards to the wall. Another one flew this time catching his shirt, barely missing the skin on his ribs. A surprised yell left Fisher's mouth.

"You missed. Twice. Not very impressive." Fisher said trying to sound brave. Oliver switched his bow to his other hand and strode into the cell standing arms length from the man.

"How. Do. We. Fix. Flash." He ground out every word. A sweat droplet formed on the side of Fisher's face, slowly rolling down. The man gave a weak smirk, not backing down.

"Well, you see, I have this sibling who lives in Coast City. She was with me when this power began working. She can reverse him." Fisher said keeping his face straight. The comm link in his ear clicked on and he could clearly hear Cisco and Caitlin's voices:

"I don't know. This seems a little far fetched: I mean two siblings with oppisite powers? C'mon." Caitlin's voice rang through, filled with disbelief.

"Really? Have you seen our lives this past year? We fight metahumans who can do impossible things- like control the weather- and a speedster from the future came back to-" Cisco's voice faltered here "-you know and got stuck here. I'm surprised we didn't see this coming"

"Whatever, I'm not buying it."

Oliver agreed with Caitlin and grabbed an arrow. Instead of knocking it in his bow he brought it up and ,using it as a dagger, stabbed it into the man's shoulder. A surprised scream left Fisher. He could hear Caitlin and Cisco object his actions in his ear. Grabbing the comm he tossed it to the floor. Joe was oddly silent.

"Bullshit. You have one more chance." Oliver warned, not releasing his hold on the arrow. Fisher grit his teeth, not answering. Oliver slid his hand forward on the arrow, pressing on the wound with his thumb. "There's two options: either you tell me and spend a couple years in prison or don't and spend years recovering in the hospital."

"Look I don't know! Its not like I fucking asked for this-much less know how to handle it," Fisher gasped out between painful breaths. Oliver eased up on the pressure, but didn't let go. The man continued trying to convince Oliver, but saw that his efforts were failing, "Blood tests! Run tests or-or something. This is a lab right? It looks like a lab."

"We tried. The victim's blood contains nothing that can help us." Joe spoke for the first time. The man frowned, licking his lips nervously.

"Then take my blood. I did it, maybe my blood can help."

A few tense moments passed, before Joe nodded.

"We'll try that. You better hope it will work," Joe said, giving Fisher a glare that Oliver's pretty sure made criminal's fess up fast in interrogation. "Let him go."

Oliver stepped back from the man. Fisher relaxed, but made a pained sound when it stirred the arrow still stuck in his shoulder. He grabbed the edge of the arrow, slowly dragging it out. It made Oliver think of when a person tried taking a bandage of slowly, thinking that it would lessen the pain. The idea was ridiculous. Its better to just rip it off and get it over with. So that's what he did. Oliver stepped forward gripping the arrow-and before the man could even protest- pulled it out. Fisher gave another pained cry, but the other two arrow's prevented him from sliding down. It may have seemed cruel, but Oliver was actually doing the man a favor by pulling it out quickly. Gathering the other two arrows he finally made his way out of the prison.

"I'll ask for a medkit," Joe said, but his tone clearly made it sound like he'd rather not.

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"That was SO not necessary!" Cisco cried when they stepped into the lab. Oliver flicked off his hood, giving Cisco a blank stare. Cisco was clearly upset and started waving his arms around as he ranted; "That was uncalled for! You didn't need to torture the guy!"

"That was not torture." Oliver replied evenly, setting his bow and arrows down on a table. Cisco gave him a look of disbelief.

"Really? My bad. What was that then? Because that was not an interrogation!" Cisco continued yelling, ignoring Caitlin's voice telling him to calm down. Oliver turned to face Cisco and crossed his arms.

"You realise Barry is dying? Should we let him die so a lowlife criminal can avoid injury?" Oliver asked. Cisco tried responding, but he cut him off, "Well I'm not going to allow that. Barry is more important than Fisher and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to him."

Silence filled the lab. Joe looked between the two. He knew Oliver's methods were wrong, but he agreed with the hooded vigilante. He understood in a way that only a parent could. Even though Oliver probably didn't realise it, he was acting like a real parent who would do anything to protect his kid. Of course Joe was not about to point this out and instead looked around noticing Barry's absence. Where's the kid? When he voiced his thought, everyone immediately glanced around looking for the four-year old.

Caitlin called his name a few times and the kid finally showed up, looking slightly out of breath. When he questioned the kid's whereabouts the kid simply said that he went exploring with Ginger. Realising the growing friendship between the boy and dog, Joe smiled. The West household never really had dogs, even though Iris and Barry kept begging him for one. Maybe they should've gotten one...

The kid continued to show a coin he got who-knows-where and Joe praised him. Eventually it was Cisco who suggested they needed to continue. Right. There were blood tests to run.

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AN: Well then...so sorry if this seemed angsty or something Dx. I just really wanted to write something that shows that Oliver would do anything to protect Barry (much like a parent would do for their kids) I will make it up to you by making the next chapter extra fluffy. Hint: it might involve the park :3 and flash suit x3