The Daxam Four (Legends of Superflarrow)

Chapter Nineteen

I'd forgotten how big of a punch the first weeks of school can throw. My word . . .

So now that I'm back in school, standard disclaimer: I have no idea how often updates will be coming out. My main order for my DC fics is alternating between this one and The Unmatched Records: one chapter of this, one episode (so three chapters) in The Unmatched Records, and that's all I've got. Obviously as this is an original fic, this will take longer to write out than an episode that follows a transcript. Please, I just ask for patience. Is that too much to ask for? I have a life outside of Wattpad, and my education comes before my fanfiction.

Anyway, some more pairing moments! More Kariver, with some added doses of Foxfire and StarCorp.

Hope you all enjoy!

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"Oh, my Rao," Kara moaned in delight, biting into a chocolate-filled doughnut as Oliver unlocked the door to his apartment. "These are so good!"

Oliver just laughed, opening the door for Kara and checking the plastic bag that held over a dozen more doughnuts of flavors Kara had wanted. "How's that for a welcome present?"

"I love you," Kara declared, finishing the doughnut quickly and dropping her duffel bag by the couch, making grabby hands towards the doughnut bag. "Gimme."

Oliver rolled his eyes, but handed Kara the bag. "Knock yourself out."

The resulting squeal made him wince a bit, but he forgot quickly about it as Kara dug through one of the boxes to reach a crème-filled doughnut. "Thank you," she added before she took a bite.

"And just when I thought Barry ate a lot," Oliver shook his head, chuckling as he took his suit jacket off. "You're welcome, Kara."

She swallowed her bite, then sat down on one of the bar stools. "No, really, thank you. For letting me stay, the doughnuts . . . helping, even when you hate prophecies."

Oliver snorted. "Well, this one doesn't spell out my immediate death, so that's already a plus for me."

"Oliver," Kara sighed. "Can I just thank you?"

Oliver smiled softly. "You're welcome."

Kara beamed, taking another bite before settling back in her chair. "So," she crossed one leg over the over. "Adrian Chase."

Oliver tensed slightly, reaching for one of the glazed doughnuts. "What about him?"

Kara shrugged. "I know he was your District Attorney. I know from what your team's said that he's a psychopath of some kind. I don't know much else. What's making him tick?"

Oliver fidgeted slightly. "Kara – "

"I'm not going to judge you, Oliver, if that's what you're worried about," Kara gave him a look.

Oliver looked her in the eye and spoke bluntly. "I killed his father."

Kara did a double take, blinking rapidly. "Oh," she finally managed to say.

"Still not judging?" Oliver asked sarcastically, scoffing and looking down.

Kara pursed her lips. "I freely admit you're one of the more . . . violent heroes of us all." Oliver snorted loudly at that understatement. "Why'd you kill him?"

"Do you really want to know?" Oliver scowled.

"Would I be asking if I didn't?" Kara retorted.

Oliver looked at Kara long and hard, but she never broke eye contact at all. "Your prophecy called me the last survivor of hell," he began when it was clear she wasn't going to back down. "I got there a decade ago after my father – " He clenched his jaw, Kara's eyes flickering with concern. "He died so I could live," he finally continued. "But before he died, he told me he and others had failed the city, and he asked me to right his wrongs. He had a book with the names of those who had failed the city. Adrian's father, Justin Claybourne, was on that list."