I'll start with a teaser for this very weird story of mine. A mega-crossover of Arrow, Flash and Supergirl saw Barry and Oliver and company fighting thier evil Nazi counterparts from Earth-X where the Nazi's literally won World War II. Well, fighting against Oliver and Supergirl's Nazi counterparts. Part 2 of the crossover ends with a lot of them being knocked unconscious and waking up in a work camp on Earth-X. I'm writing a purely for fun story of what happened if they stayed captured.
Oliver Queen: May I ask you a question? Besides that one I mean.”
Damien Darhk: If you let me punch you in the face afterward.”
Oliver Queen: Agreed. Is Laurel Lance...still alive on this Earth?”
Damien Darhk: Yes she is. We call her Siren-X.”
They talk for a few minutes.
Damien Darhk: Now just so you know, I'm about to punch you in the face.
Oliver Queen: It's fine by me.
Damien stepped back and delivered a vicious backhand to Oliver's jaw. Then without another word to the man's face, turned and walked away.
Oliver literally agreed to it. And he is at his core a man of honor.
Kneeling before evil Kara, Oliver saw his friends gagged & bound before his eyes. He made a decision. “You won. Alright? So take me. But spare my friends please ...I beg you.”
“Choose one to be spared.” Overgirl said easily. Oliver looked up, confused and humiliated. “What's that look in your face Oliver?”
“I cannot. To chose one of my friends to live while the others were slaughtered. I cannot...”
“Well I can understand that, but you draw more horror from this offer than needs be. All of your friends will live Oliver. But that one will be released. The others will live their lives serving the Fatherland in whatever capacity my husband and I see fit.”
“Felicity. Let Felicity go free.”
“She already hid herself away from us. We don't know where she is. Choose again.”
“Barry Allen.” Oliver said immediately. “Spare his life, let him go. Once I know that he is safe, I won't resist anymore. You can do what you want with me.”
“We don't have a Barry Allen in our data-banks. Which means we don't have a version of him on our Earth. But for you to show this much regard for him, he must be a truly great man.”
“No, I'm a great man. Barry Allen is a GOOD man. And I cannot stand to think what even being around your kind will do to him.”
“Well, your mind is as sharp as your arrows. Very well. Once we find a way to permanently remove his power, he'll be released. You have my word on that Oliver Queen.”
“Thank you Kara Zor'el.” He bowed his head to the ground. “I thank you, my master.”
The next several days were hell. They kept him in a room fittingly called the forge. Thanks to the geothermal heat that poured through floor it was easily 130 degrees Fahrenheit in there. They hung him up from the ceiling, had varlets, for lack of another word bring him water and food but no one spoke to him. Damien was the only one to actually speak to him. And that was just to ensure he had all of his ribs. “Nice to see you're as much of a dick on this Earth as you were on mine.”
“Hehe, likewise. No seriously. As I'm sure you're well aware you are an absolute DICK here. It's nice to see you keep at least some of your backbone across the multiverse.”
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