A/N-This will be the final installment of my Canary of Starling City Trilogy, if you haven't read them yet, I suggest you do so before reading this one. An important thing to note is that this fic picks up a year following the events in Starling City's Finest, so it skips Arrow S2, though this fic will allude to what has occurred in the past year.

Felicity was sitting in The Bunker watching the news that was reporting about The Archers of Starling City.

"The Green Arrow has reportedly just taken down another of The City's most wanted criminals. And that there is no denying the fact that since vigilantes started operating within this city, the crime rate has plummeted, especially in the last five months following The Siege."

"You're Welcome!" Felicity said to the computer screen in front of her. She closed her fist and raised it into the air.

The co-anchor nodded and asked his partner congenially; "Do we have any news on Starling's Canary?"

"No sightings of The Canary of Starling City have been witnessed since The Undertaking. It is suspected that Starling's first heroine and the leader of The Birds of Prey had either perished in the earthquakes ignited by Malcolm Merlyn, or had died soon after from her injuries, or succumbed to; Potential environmental contamination by chemical, radiological or biological agents following the destruction..."

"Speaking of Terrorist attacks; We have experienced two attacks since The Green Arrow, and Speedy have donned their hoods and quivers, and the year before them coming on the scene, we had to endure a gang turf war. Let's face the facts, Starling City is dying and has a prison full of criminals which are burdening taxpayers."

"True, and the local, state and federal governments are looking into how to ease the burden on the prison system..."

Felicity turned off the feed, as Oliver, Thea, Roy, and Diggle walked down from the stairs, each person storing their weapons. After they did so, Oliver spoke. "Take another name off the board."

Diggle smirked proudly at his friend. "We keep this up, and there will only be two types of criminals in this city; The Ones we put away, and those fleeing with their tails between their legs."

Thea nudged Roy and quirked her brows. "I don't know about you, but I could use some sleep."

Roy hummed his agreement as he started to follow his girlfriend out. He stopped as he heard Oliver's voice.

"You two did good tonight, you especially Roy." Roy looked slightly abashed before he slowly wrapped his arms around Thea's waist and left The Bunker for Verdant.

The remaining trio looked at each other and smiled, their amicable silence was broken, as Felicity admitted that she had an early shift in the morning.

She then walked out, as Diggle spoke, "I have to start heading home to" He admitted. "Lyla has me building the bassinet from hell. How did you manage to build one of those?" Diggle asked as he turned to face Oliver.

"Patience, and Laurel attempting to translate the very unhelpful instructions and pictures." Oliver then grinned at the memory of them taking hours to build the Ikea furniture in preparation for the birth of their son. "Oh, that reminds me, Digg." Oliver pulled out a small jewelry box and handed it to his friend. "Open it." He said with a small gesture of his head.

Diggle looked uneasy, as he slowly opened the small pink velvet box. After it was open in the man's large hands, Diggle's eyes moved from his brother to the contents of the box. A small silver star pendant on a chain necklace. Diggle studied it, with misty eyes and a gentle hand.

"I figured that since you and Lyla are having a girl…" Oliver justified awkwardly.

Diggle chuckled lightly, as he gently held the necklace as if it was a precious stone or metal. "As much as I appreciate it, man. You surely can't afford this."

Oliver closed his friend's hand over the box, preventing John from handing it back to him. "Don't worry about the money." The truth was; between his inheritance and splitting the money from selling the mansion, he and Laurel were not in need of money. "We are still getting your baby something else, but since your brother is no longer with us… I thought that you, Lyla and the baby could get an extra present from Uncle Oliver, and Aunt Laurel. Something made from the heart and not store-bought."

Diggle gently placed the necklace into the box, as he did, Oliver continued. "Congratulations, John."

An hour later, Oliver walked into his and Laurel's loft. He saw Laurel leaning over their coffee table completing some paperwork, while Connor was laying down in his cradle snoring lightly.

"Hey." He whispered, as he sat next to his fiancée, and kissed her cheek.

"Hey, I heard that Robin Hood has been on a roll." She teased lightly, leaning her head against him.

"He has been cleaning up the city, while his Pretty Bird has been looking after their baby bird of a night. I still miss being out there with you." Oliver admitted.

Laurel sighed, as she placed her paperwork on the coffee table, and looked at him. "I'm under no illusions about the life that you live… that I used to live... And it is because of that, I can't risk both of us going out and leaving him without parents. We have lost too many people as it is; Jo, Tommy, My Dad, Your Mom— I won't be another person that will be caught in the crossfire and leave Connor alone."

Oliver wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his embrace and rubbed her arm lovingly. "I know. And one of us has to be responsible, Laurel. But I can see that you want to get back out there and help people. Maybe you and I could alternate days in the field?"

He noticed quite a few times since she hung up her mask after they found out she was pregnant, that her eyes occasionally glanced at her suit wistfully. Or, since Connor's birth, she had gone to Wildcat's gym instead of the base to train. She didn't have to say it, but he knew that she went to the gym to avoid the temptation of suiting up.

He certainly could respect her decision and her determination to refrain from putting herself in danger.

"I do help people Ollie; I am providing legal aid to those in need." She said. Oliver wondered if she were convincing herself and not just him. "Besides, The Emerald Archer has his Two Ruby Archers in the field who fight alongside him"

"There will always be room for his Pretty Bird." He said softly, before standing up, he then carefully picked up their son and carried the small infant into his room. After Oliver had ensured his child was comfortable, he kissed him goodnight. He then softly closed the door that had a little wooden plaque that he made that said; Connor Lance-Queen.

Oliver walked out and bypassed Laurel who had returned to her case that was for tomorrow, and started cooking them dinner, knowing that Laurel had likely forgotten to eat dinner, due to her being too focussed on her work and Connor.

Laurel stood from her table and dropped the stack of papers on the defense table. "Mr. Dale, in your professional opinion, was it good for Taylor Moore?"

Dale placed his hands in his lap and crossed his legs in an attempt to maintain his cool composure while in the proverbial hot-seat. "Our sympathies go out to the family. The whole thing It's very unfortunate."

Laurel continued to ask the man in the stand, pressuring him to break and confess the truth. Were you aware the products used in your new station were hazardous to children?

She felt sick, knowing that these people knew that their products were harmful to children. What happened to Taylor could have easily happened to any other child or even to Connor.

The defense objected. Laurel raised her hand, not removing Dale from her line of sight. "I'll rephrase." She cleared her throat. "What was attractive about Endexoprene, in the rebuilding of the subway in The Glades?"

"It's a durable material." Answered Dale with a slight shrug.

"And Half the price?"

"Well, I do run a business, and we do care about our bottom-line, without it I cannot afford to pay my employees."

"And you and Galaxy One think that it is worth endangering people to cut costs just make a profit?" Laurel asked as she looked towards the jury and back at the man on the stand full of jurors.

She knew that she was about to catch him. All she had to do was keep pushing, and he would hand her the win. She quelled the feeling of triumph; she hadn't won yet.

The CEO shook his head and explained that every single one of the materials and tools that are utilized by his company were rigorously tested. And at the moment that the findings were made public his company replaced the mortar in all the remaining stations along the new subway connecting The Glades to the rest of the city.

Laurel quirked her brow. The bastard knew about the hazardous building material and wilfully used it, until he could no longer, as it was publicly known. "Made public?" She repeated slowly. "What do you mean?" She asked rhetorically, once again looking between the jury and Kevan Dale. "Do you mean the report that was made on June 25th?"

The defense stood up. "Your honor. Miss Lance is asking my client to respond with unreasonable specificity."

Laurel interrupted the defense's interruption and continued examining the CEO. "If memory serves me correctly, your office had received an urgent delivery from The Starling Safety Commission three months prior back in March the 4th." She then gave a small smile. "I wonder Mr. Dale, did that delivery have anything to do with Endexoprene?"

The man shrugged and denied any knowledge of either the delivery nor the contents of the message.

The man's defense attorney stood up, pleading with the judge to dismiss Laurel's arguments "Your Honour unless Miss Lance can prove my client actually received these hypothetical documents, then…

Laurel shook her head and pointed at Kevan Dale and continued her speech. "It's not about whether he acquired the documents, Your Honour. It's about if he had intentionally ignored these findings." She then turned her attention to the judge, "Your Honour, I ask that this record of delivery be admitted into evidence." She said as she handed a document to the bailiff.

The man stammered as he looked at the papers in Laurel's arms. He meekly explained that he got a lot of those types of letters. Laurel exhaled through her nose in an attempt to calm herself.

Laurel took what the man offered as a defense and used his words against her. "What would you say is worse?" She asked rhetorically. "Ignoring data in the interest of maintaining a bottom line? Or neglecting to supply the court with records that might prove you purposely put the people of our city in danger? Including…

"Your Honor…" The defense interrupted.

Laurel persisted, talking over the defense attorney, pointing back at the wheelchair-bound boy. "Including this young man, Taylor Moore, who may never walk again."

The attorney was practically begging the judge for a recess in order to regroup, and most likely try to lesser the prison time for some sort of agreement.

"No need." She said, smiling sweetly at the defense attorney. "I'm done, and I think he is too." She said pointing back at the man on the stand. She then sat down next to her client and gently patted him on his forearm, and a small smile to try to give the boy some moral support.

They had won the case.

After the court had finished, Laurel walked out with Taylor and his mother. "Eleven million dollars." The mother said in awe, there was a lot that money could do for not just Taylor but all the people and children it had affected in this city.

She chuckled lightly and accepted the woman's embrace. "Thank you, Miss Lance."

"It was my pleasure," His mother then walked off into the crowd to speak to friends and family. It was then she noticed that Taylor remained where he was in the wheelchair. He was still in shock that they had won the lawsuit.

"You okay?" He nodded too quickly. "I know it's not the same kind of trauma. Every person's trauma is different, but a close friend of mine went through hell…" She said thinking about Oliver. "He got through it in the end. And the thing that I learned by watching him, was that your ability to get through your adversity as it gets harder is a hundred times more powerful than slapping a smile on your face and pretending like everything's just fine."

As she told her advice, she thought of how far Oliver had come. He had returned as a hooded archer, with a singular crusade to right the wrongs of his father, using any means necessary. He was now her fiancé, the father of their child, and a hero who saves Starling City.

"Do you understand?" She asked, to which Taylor nodded, and hastily brushed away his tears. "Hey, listen, no one can give you your life back, Taylor. You have to take it back." Laurel said comfortingly and gave him a small hug.

She then left the courthouse to see her two boys waiting for her at the bottom of the steps. Oliver stood next to a stroller, and held Connor in his arms, their dark sandy blond hair mirrored each other, though their son had her green eyes.

"Hey." She said as she held her baby in her arms. Giving him a small peck on the forehead and embraced and kissed her fiancé.

She felt her son tug on her hair. "Mama." He babbled. No matter how many times in the last few weeks, he called her; Mama or Ollie; Dada, she felt a jolt of pride, that always forced her to smile. Laurel gave him another kiss, before gently loosening Connor's grip on her hair, and placed him in the stroller.

As they walked, they found themselves in front of an unveiling ceremony. Captain Pike was standing in front of City hall and behind him was something that was hidden behind a dark velvety green material.

"Thank you. All for coming, five months ago, this city was under siege. A year before that, a terror incident that caused earthquakes in The Glades, and a year before that we endured a ruthless and bloody gang war. Starling has fallen upon hard times in the past few years, and the SCPD rallied behind men and women in masks or hoods." He said, as he looked around the crowd. "Well, I ended up with a captain's rank and they weren't recognized beyond mere words, and were never officially thanked by the SCPD. But today." He said looking out at the crowd of reporters and people.

"Today they do. The Starling City Police Department formally recognizes the individuals; The Green Arrow, Black Canary, Speedy, and Arsenal." He then with the help of a few fellow officers removed the dark green material, unveiling a statue with all four of the vigilantes.

"Make no mistake, vigilantism will never be tolerated. But I refuse to ignore those that have bled and worked alongside The SCPD for the betterment of this city."

Oliver walked out of Queen Consolidated for likely the final time. He had made a final bid for the company and had lost to a charismatic and a more intelligent man. Ray Palmer. He supposed that it was better than someone that has the company's best interest at heart is running it. And not the man that had lost his company by trusting the wrong person. Isabel Rochev. She had capitalized on his ignorance of not understanding his own company's bylaws.

Besides, he had a lot of responsibilities; he was juggling already, being a good father, in a way that his father never was, being the Green Arrow and helping Laurel plan their upcoming wedding.

Green Arrow, Speedy, and Arsenal watched as Zytle walked past one of his men. With the drug lord telling on his thugs that there was a five-minute timer on the bomb.

After Zytle spoke, a green arrow was loosed, and hit a thug in the shoulder, followed by a red arrow in the other thug.

Arsenal had made his way to the bomb location. A wooden pallet with a small tower of C4. Arsenal swore under his breath. "Felicity?"

"Judging by the designs, you want to cut the yellow wire."

Arsenal scanned the who bomb, not seeing any trace of a yellow wire. "There is none." He said, looking at the timer that had just reached three minutes.

He waited, as Felicity advised that he break off one of the air conditioner piping and hit the bomb with the cold chemical, thus freezing and disabling the bomb, until the Bomb disposal could do it safely.

He jumped up the side of a column, and pulled the pipe, and aimed it at the explosive, it was frosting, over and yet the time timer continued. "It's not working."

It wasn't. The timer reached two seconds, did the explosive finally stop. He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's done."

Speedy and Green Arrow chased after Zytle and his men, with Green Arrow going after his thugs. Speedy shot several men, in the legs and arms, before one tried to charge at her with a crowbar. She deftly caught his arm and threw him over her shoulder.

Speedy, felt someone behind her and was ready to hit them with her bow, when she saw Sara dressed in her league gear disband two men with her Bo staff. "Don't look surprised. I haven't been gone that long."

Speedy sniggered. "To be fair, I wasn't expecting you to be standing behind me. It's quite alarming when an assassin can sneak up on you."

"Better keep your head on a swivel then." Countered Sara.

"Touché."

They then watched Green Arrow tie-up Zytle then knock him out. Green Arrow then saw his sister and Sara smiling at him. "You're back!"

"Temporarily." She answered.

Oliver nodded and looked at his sister. "It's your night to patrol."

Speedy with a small nod, walked past her brother, and jumped off the roof, before firing a grapple arrow and swung to the next building. Once she had reached a few blocks and taken out a few muggers. She heard someone behind her. Before she could turn and raise her bow, she felt a needle in her neck.

She haphazardly pulled it out and dropped the syringe. "What…?" Thea slurred as her vision started to blur. The figure walked out from the shadows, revealing Malcolm Merlyn and a woman dressed in the same attire. "Hello. Daughter." She blinked a few times before the world went black.

Oliver and Sara stood on a rooftop several blocks away from where they stopped Zytle. "How's Nanda Par Bat?"

"Hot." She answered. "You look good. Seems fatherhood and being engaged with my sister has done you some good."

Oliver chuckled lightly. "You have been missed."

Sara shrugged. "I was on my way to your apartment, to see Laurel and my handsome nephew. I picked up your radio chatter, you may want to scramble your frequencies a bit more. It will keep everyone safer."

Oliver had just congratulated Lyla and John on the newest arrival of their family. He explained that Laurel would be around the next day, as she was with Sara, who couldn't stay long. And she wanted some time with her sister and Connor.

He felt his phone buzzing. "Hello?" He asked as he put the phone to his ear.

A familiar voice that he hadn't expected spoke. "It's Barry." The voice answered hesitatingly. Before elaborating. Barry Allen." He said to remind Oliver of who he was. "I woke up. I could use some advice."

Oliver looked out the window of the hospital. He could use the night to speak to a friend. Diggle was with his wife and daughter; Felicity was likely going back to work. Roy was either training or patrolling with Thea, and Laurel and Connor were having a Lance family reunion. A rare occurrence since Quintin had passed away, and Sara lived on the other side of the world.

"I'll be right there."

Laurel walked up to the roof of one of the buildings in the city, with Connor in her arms. "And here, I thought you used up all your League of Assassin vacation days."

Sara hugged her sister before gently taking her nephew in her arms. "I can take some time for my sister and my only nephew." She smiled as Laurel grinned back.

"You look great, and how is this little man?" She asked as she rocked her nephew in her arms slightly.

"Connie's doing good. Seeing his Aunt Sara will lighten his day."

Sara grinned as she picked up a stuffed hawk toy that had been hidden in one of her pouches and handed it to Laurel. "Got it when I was in Brazil. I hope he will like it when he wakes up?" The assassin asked nervously and awkwardly started wringing her hands together.

Laurel kissed her sister's cheek. "He will love it. And I will make sure that he knows how much you love him." Laurel assured as Sara handed Connor back. "We should get going, he needs to go to bed, and I have to start reading over some of my case files." She then looked back at her little sister. "If you need a place to sleep, you can use Thea's room. She spends most nights with Roy now, she won't mind."

"Laurel Lance. Always trying to save the world." Sara sang.

"Runs in the family."

Sara then embraced her sister for the final time and kissed her nephew on the forehead. "Bye, bye, Connie." The baby boy merely babbled and waved back.

Sara watched Laurel leave with her nephew and walked towards the roof's edge when she heard someone speak in a modulated voice. "Hello. Sara."

Sara stopped and looked at the person in shock. "What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering, the person let loose several arrows that embedded themselves in Sara's chest and stomach. The impact of the missiles forced Sara to stagger back and fall off the rooftop. Falling down several stories, before hitting her head on the edge of the dumpster before she hit the ground below.

Barry had just finished his story, about his recent escapades and woes, as being an enhanced individual and a hero. He found it both inspiring and frightening that someone outside his immediate family and friends would look to him for advice.

"And so that's my story, I have spent my whole life chasing the impossible. And never imagining, I would become the impossible."

Oliver could hear that his young friend was still reeling from his new life. The archer hesitated. "So why come to me?" He asked, turning to look at Barry. A man that had only recently woke up from being in a coma. "Something tells me that you didn't just run all the way from Central City to say hi to a friend."

Barry nodded, looking pensive. "All my life… To do more. Be more. And now, my lifelong wish has come true. And now the first chance I get to help someone, I screwed up." He then shifted his weight onto his other foot. "What if Doctor Wells was right? What if I'm not a hero? That I am just some guy that just happened to be struck by lightning?"

Oliver was silent for a few seconds to find an answer for his friend. "Being a hero is not just having superpowers and a mask. It takes dedication and a good heart. Laurel like me was just a vigilante before she discovered her powers. But Barry, I don't believe that bolt of lightning struck you on accident. It chose you."

Oliver could tell that Barry didn't quite believe that. "I don't think I can be like you, Ollie, or The Birds of Prey, nor Roy."

"No." Oliver agreed. "Central City is not the same environment as Starling. You, unlike us, have the ability and environment to inspire people in a lasting way that we never could. You can watch over your city, like a guardian angel. You can make a difference, by saving people, in a flash, day or night." He then smirked at his friend before turning his back and firing a grapple arrow to an adjacent building.

He then watched Barry from afar, disappear as a bolt of lightning. To think he had planned to start this alone, he had a plan. Life seemed to have a different one. Thea and Laurel had already started his crusade without even knowing it. And despite already having witnessed and experienced Laurel's canary cry, seeing a man sped off like a bolt of lightning was something else entirely.

Laurel had put Connor in his stroller after she had descended from the fire escape. She placed the stuffed hawk in with her son and started to head for her car when heard movement above her.

She watched in fear as Sara fell to the ground, her lifeless bleeding body in front of her. She quickly covered the pram with a blanket to obscure her son's vision of his dead and bleeding aunt.

She ran over to her sister, seeing the three black arrows in her chest and stomach, her legs spread awkwardly, and her blue eyes, were glazed over. "No! No! Sara!" She wailed, as she clutched her sister to her, cradling her sister's lifeless body in her arms as if the action would wake her up. "Sara!" She released a blood curdling screamed at the unmoving form of her sister in her arms.