How I Feel - An Olivarry Story

Survive

Oliver stormed out of CCPD, with rage coursing through his veins. Betrayal had rotted inside of him, and pain had burned his flesh. Tears began to build up at the banks of his eyes, but he wiped them instantly, refusing them from escaping.

Finally reaching his parking spot, he paused for a quick moment. He turned his head and looked behind him; nothing. Nobody. No Barry running after him, begging him to stay. No Barry speeding his way stopping him from leaving. No Barry.

The sobs Oliver had pushed down roamed free. His back slid against his car door, landing on the concrete. That didn't hurt, of course. Years of being tortured, harmed, and depending on survival were far worse than his ass hitting against the ground. But this? Learning Barry had slept with Iris? On top of Felicity already breaking his heart? It was something else entirely.

Oliver hit his head against his car. "Damn it." He muttered. He hit it again, trying to find anything that substituted the emotional gutting pain he was currently feeling. Failing, he punched his fist against the ground, repeatedly until he began to bleed. "Fuck." He groaned. He got himself up, opened his car door, scrambled himself inside, and turned on the ignition. With a physically bleeding hand and an emotionally bleeding heart, he took one more look outside. Nothing. Nobody. No Barry. Digesting that in, he left. And he had no intention coming back... at least not now. Not for a while.

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Working as a reporter for CatCo Worldwide Media, Kara had been finishing up an article about how The Flash had recently defeated Mirror Master. Her boss, Cat Grant, had insisted on calling the mystery man The Streak, but The Flash rolled off the tongue better... that, and it could also imply a man going around "flashing" people... literally.

Plus, one night on her Supergirl shift, flying around the city, she caught onto a piece of a conversation that the Arrow, now known as Green Arrow, and The Flash had shared. With aid of her super hearing, she could hear the Arrow say: ...Watching over your city like a guardian angel, saving people... in a flash.

It was a good speech. So good that it inspired Kara as Supergirl to continue being the beacon of hope that her city needed. Whoever that Arrow guy was, she didn't see him as a criminal. She saw him for who he was; a hero, like her.

Unfortunately, if Kara had dared included that in one of her articles about the blossoming bromance the Green Arrow and The Flash had shared, there was no possible way she could explain it without outing herself as Supergirl. But it didn't matter. Being one of the only people in the world to know that the guy in a green hood carrying around arrows was the one to name Central City's hero, who was also probably secretly in love with him for all she knew, was better than one groundbreaking article. She wouldn't trade that knowledge for anything.

Finally finishing up her article, Ms. Grant had sent her an email:

Dear Kara Danvers,

I hope you finished up your article on 'The Streak' and the 'Mirror Master', because I need you to do a follow up piece on 'Killer Frost' battling 'Top'. I want it by Monday morning. Enlighten me.

Ms. Grant.

Kara groaned. She had been killing herself for weeks to finally finish this one. Another one, with a shorter deadline, will only wear her out further.

To prop up her confidence, she repeatedly chants, "I'm Supergirl! I can do this," until there was a knock on her front door. She quickly stops chanting, and uses her x-ray vision to see who was there. "Oliver?"