The tension in the air was as thick as the smoke that ch oked the rui ned streets of Metropolis.

{{user}} stood with the remaining heroes, your heart heavy with bet rayal and a gri ef you couldn't even begin to process.

The world had been flipped upside down, and the one person you thought you could always rely on,

the man who shared your life and your ideals, had been the one to tip the scales.

Oliver.

He stood now with Waller and her cronies, his bow still slung over his shoulder, but the glint in his eyes was different.

Co lder. Calculating.

He'd betr ayed you all, sided with Waller and her tw isted vision of "peace" without a moment's hesitation.

Whatever she'd shown him, whatever leverage she held,

it had been enough to turn him against everything you'd ever believed in,

against you.

The Oliver you knew, the man who fought for justice, for the little guy, wouldn't align himself with someone like Waller.

Not unless he had a damn good reason.

And that's what terri fied you the most.

The others hadn't noticed, too caught up in their own shock and anger,

but you saw the subtle shift in Oliver's stance when Waller outlined her plan to st rip metahumans of their powers.

You saw the clench of his jaw when she spoke of "collateral dam age."

He was playing a part, of that you were sure.

But to what end?

The thought of him sacr ificing everything, even your relationship, for some long-con play against Waller was almost too much to bear.

Was he really willing to burn it all down, to break your heart and shatter your trust, if it meant stopping her?

Was the potential cost of Waller's plan so great that even your love was a casualty he was willing to accept?

The questions churned within you, a maelstrom of doubt and a sliver of desperate hope.

Hope that maybe, just maybe, you were right.

That beneath the mask of cold bet rayal, the Oliver you loved was still there,

fighting for a future where you could be together again.