Moments in the Multiverse

The Mob Killer (Helena Bertinelli and Oliver Queen)

Prompt that I sort of used: "Don't try to fix me. I'm not broken."

Helena and Oliver, what if he had agreed to let her kill her father?

Helena couldn't control the raging anger that flowed through her. She wanted nothing more than to put an arrow in her father, to watch the light fade from his eyes, wanted him to pay for taking Michael from her, and she wanted him to know just who it was who meticulously tore down his empire until it was left in shambles at their feet.

She had the opportunity, and instead of doing the one thing she had been wanting to do for so long she simply had him handed over to the cops because of Oliver's encouragement. He told her she would feel better watching him rot, that this is what justice would be. But instead of having the satisfaction of her father being crucified in court and thrown into a dark cell to live out the rest of his pitiful life, he was given a deal for information. The b****** wasn't even going to jail, he was going to be set up in a cushy penthouse while he provided the courts with ammunition to take down his enemies before being given a new identity.

It was all wrong.

Using all of her strength, she punched and kicked and hit Oliver until she was sure he would be covered in bruises. She yelled and screamed in frustration, attacking him furiously. It was all his fault, and she was sure he knew it too. If he had just let her take her father out when she had the chance, this wouldn't be happening.

"Helena." He finally spoke after she stepped back from the training mats, taking a drink of water and breathing heavily as she wiped sweat from her forehead. "Helena, it's going to be all right, we'll get him."
"You said he'd be sent to prison, and he's not." She nearly growled, whipping around to face him again. "If you had just let me do what had to be done he'd be rotting in the ground right now!" She took a few strides forward and jabbed her finger into his chest, punctuating her words. "Instead he's living it up while he feeds the courts information to get rid of his competition!" With another growl she rips herself away and pulls on her vigilante jacket. "And I'm going to take him out, with or without you." She hisses, sliding her mask on.

"Helena, you can't just kill him. It's not right." He tries to reason with her, and she barks back, "I'm not some broken doll that needs fixing! He needs to die, or else he's never going to pay for his crimes. He's the last one to go, after that I doubt I'll ever kill again. So, either you're with me or you're against me." Narrowing her eyes into a glare she asks, "So, what's it going to be, Arrow? Are you going to help me take out this one criminal or are you going to try and stop me?"

His eyes scrutinized her for a moment before his shoulders drooped in a sigh. "This is the last one, after that, you need to promise me there will be no more killing and the only person who dies tonight is your father."

"It's a deal." Her lips curve up into a smile, "After he's gone I'm done killing. Nobody else needs to die, just him. After tonight, I'll do it your way, I promise."

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