So this is the end of this book. I'd like to say thank you all for the votes, comments, and ideas for these chapters. I'd also like to thank @ChAnBlanger for allowing me to use their one-shot for this book.
Hope you've enjoyed this far! There will be a sequel just not sure when yet.
Chapter Summary: It was all a blur.
The citizens of National City watched, either from the comfort of their homes, at work, in bars, or restaurants, as events unfolded before their eyes. The same was true for those in Star City.
Two years ago, Oliver's identity as the Green Arrow had been exposed, and after serving his time in prison, he had been able to move forward. However, the true identity of Supergirl had remained a mystery—until now. As the scene played out, the pieces finally fell into place.
Kara Danvers was Supergirl.
Meanwhile, in the Arrow cave, Team Arrow sat in silence, observing as Mon-El held the blade to Kara's abdomen and Oliver cautiously approached the alien.
"Mon-El, I won't say this again," Oliver growled, his voice low and fierce. "Drop the blade."
"You don't scare me!" Mon-El retorted with a mocking laugh, tightening his grip on Kara's hair as the blade pressed more firmly against her abdomen.
"Mon-El," Kara said, her voice laced with desperation.
"Mon-El," Alex stepped forward, gun drawn and aimed at the man she once considered a friend. "Let my sister go!"
"Damn it," Mon-El muttered, momentarily pulling his hand away from Kara's stomach as if he might relent. But before anyone could react, he thrust the blade downward, piercing her skin.
In an instant, it all became a blur: Oliver's arrow struck Mon-El in the shoulder, while Dean's found its mark at the back of his knee.
With a cry of pain, Mon-El dropped the blade and pushed Kara away from him, collapsing to the ground.
Oliver quickly abandoned his bow, rushing to Kara's side and catching her. "Hey," he murmured softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I've got you."
Kara leaned into Oliver, his hand gently resting on her stomach. "It's fine," she murmured. "It was just a scratch."
"Search the ship for any stowaways and take them into custody!" J'onn commanded, addressing the DEO agents with authority.
Oliver steadied Kara as she rose to her feet, and Alex hurried to her sister, enveloping her in a warm embrace. As the Danvers sisters parted, Alex's gaze turned serious. "Where's Astra?" she asked.
"She's on the Waverider," Sara replied, her tone firm.
In a blur of motion, Barry appeared, wrapping his arms around his wife, holding her tightly as relief washed over him.
J'onn and the DEO agents had successfully detained the Cadmus operatives, Daxamites, Mon-El, and Felicity—who only regained consciousness after the restraints were secured around her wrists. The group made their way back to the DEO on Earth, while the remaining team headed toward the Waverider.
Kara and Oliver hurried to the medical bay, where Ray and Nate were keeping watch over Astra. At their arrival, the two leapt to their feet.
"We would have helped, but we didn't want to leave Astra unattended in case she woke up," Ray explained.
"It's fine," Oliver reassured him. "Could you give us a moment?" he asked. The pair exchanged a quick nod before leaving the medical bay.
Kara and Oliver approached the medical bed where Astra lay unconscious. Oliver reached out, gently running his fingers through her hair. "Why would they do this to her?" he murmured, his voice heavy with anguish. "How could they?"
Kara remained silent, her gaze fixed on Astra. She rested a hand on her own stomach, where the unborn baby, attuned to its mother's turmoil, suddenly kicked.
"Oof," Kara whispered softly, surprised by the force of the kick.
Oliver's head shot up, his brow creased with concern. "Are you okay?"
Kara waved a hand dismissively, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry."
But Oliver wasn't convinced. "Kara, are you sure? Is it the baby?"
Kara's smile grew warmer. "It's kicking," she said, her voice tinged with wonder.
"What?" Oliver's expression softened in amazement.
Kara nodded, taking his hand and guiding it to her stomach. His eyes widened as he felt the baby's strong, rhythmic movements beneath his palm.
The pair sat in quiet vigil until the medical bay doors slid open. They turned toward the entrance to see William, Mia, Evelyn, and Tommy—cradled in William's arms—walking in.
"How is she doing?" Evelyn asked as the group approached the bedside.
Oliver glanced at the overhead display before addressing the AI. "Gideon?"
"Her vitals are stable," the AI responded calmly, its tone steady and reassuring.
Reporters had been camped outside CatCo for a week, eager to question Kara about her identity as Supergirl. However, her boss, Andrea Rojas, informed them that Kara was on personal leave. Meanwhile, Astra had regained consciousness and was being monitored at the DEO under medical supervision.
Kara stirred awake, alerted by movement in the bedroom. Opening her eyes, she saw Oliver quietly getting dressed.
"Where are you going?" she asked groggily, sitting up in bed.
"To the DEO to see Astra," Oliver replied. While technically true, it wasn't the full story. He planned to visit Astra but also intended to address something he had postponed for the past week to prioritize his family.
"This early?" Kara questioned, her brow furrowed.
"Yeah," Oliver nodded, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead before heading out.
Their marriage had seen improvement in recent weeks. While Oliver still harbored some residual bitterness over Kara's decision to marry Mon-El to save Astra, he had come to understand her reasoning and chose not to dwell on it. Similarly, Kara had put the Felicity issue behind her, allowing them to rebuild their bond.
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At the DEO, Oliver made his way to Astra's room first. She lay in the medical bed, her gaze fixed on the wall. The soft whoosh of the sliding door caught her attention, and she turned to see her visitor.
"Hey, princess," Oliver greeted her with a gentle smile.
"Hi," Astra replied, her own smile faint but genuine. The radiant grin she once wore had been replaced by a somber expression.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, approaching the bed.
"A little," Astra answered. "Aunt Alex said I might be able to go home tomorrow."
"That's good news," Oliver said warmly.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Astra's face before she voiced the question that had been on her mind. "Why hasn't Mon-El come to visit me yet?"
The room seemed to grow heavier. It was a question everyone had avoided answering, hoping to shield her from the truth for as long as possible. But now, Oliver found himself staring into his daughter's eyes, already shadowed with pain.
"Uh, princess..." Oliver cleared his throat, searching for the right words. "Mon-El... he's away."
"Away?" Astra repeated, her confusion evident.
Oliver exhaled quietly. "He wasn't a good man," he explained carefully. "The DEO had to take action and... put him away."
"Oh..." Astra's small frown deepened into something heavier. "Will I be able to visit him?"
Oliver hesitated, offering her a soft smile. "We'll talk about that later," he promised just as a knock sounded at the door.
"Hey," came Sara's voice as she stepped into the room. "Got your text."
Oliver nodded, then turned back to Astra. "I'll see you later, okay?" He leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Bye," Astra said, lifting her hand in a small wave as Oliver left the room.
In the dim confines of Mon-El's cell, the silence was broken only by the faint hum of electricity. His shoulder and knee were tightly bandaged, the pain lingering as he leaned heavily against the lead-lined walls. The flickering overhead lights momentarily plunged the room into darkness.
"Hello?" Mon-El called, his voice echoing faintly as the lights snapped back on.
Standing in the middle of the room was Oliver Queen, cloaked in a hybrid of his Hood and Al Sah-him personas, a menacing fusion of black and green.
"What is this?" Mon-El scoffed, attempting bravado despite his injuries.
"You had my daughter kidnapped by your mother," Oliver growled, his voice low and dangerous. He nocked an arrow, releasing it at the cell's control panel. The door slid open with a metallic hiss. "You endangered my wife and unborn child."
Mon-El began to retort, but his words were cut short as a figure struck his injured knee from behind. He crumpled to the ground with a guttural cry of pain, looking up to see Sara Lance. She stood over him, clad in black as Ta-er al-Sahfer, her expression cold and unyielding.
"You hurt people who are part of our family," Sara said, her voice sharp as steel.
"And you had my daughter tortured," Oliver added, stepping closer with deliberate menace. He raised his bow, letting an arrow fly into Mon-El's hand, pinning it to the ground. The Daxamite prince screamed in agony.
"I didn't know they were going to—!" Mon-El began, desperation creeping into his voice, but his plea was silenced by Sara's staff slamming into his uninjured knee.
The room was filled with the sounds of pain and fury as Oliver and Sara exacted their retribution. For two relentless hours, they methodically worked to ensure Mon-El understood the consequences of his actions. The cell's video surveillance had been disabled, thanks to Alex and Winn, leaving no witnesses to what transpired within those lead-lined walls.
By the time they finished, the room was silent save for Mon-El's labored breathing, the once-proud prince left broken and defeated.
The end...until next time