Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow, Flash, or Supergirl. As some of you know, this was originally a fic of Arlyss' that he started but decided to pass on to someone (me being that someone) else for reasons you all already know. Or should know if you read his A/N. I've been given permission to write this as I see fit so the first two chapters for the most part are largely un-touched. Also, Aliens do exist on this Earth and thanks to Superman (Supergirl show version) and Wonder Woman (film version) they have been largely accepted and the like on Earth. Black Lightning also operated for a time as well until retiring. Anyways, on with the show!

Jonas Dearden Investigations

(Originally By Arlyss Maligue)

Chapter 1

"It's simple, Oliver, your son's life, or the life of everyone else you care about," a thin faced man said, running his hand through a young boy's hair. Oliver pleaded with the man, eventually being forced to trick the man into releasing the boy. Then the man pulled a gun, and told Oliver that it was good he and the boy would have one another, because it'd be lonely for the both of them. Then he put it to his temple and pulled the trigger. Oliver, holding the boy close, could only watch in horror as the island was ripped apart by explosions.

Oliver Queen shot awake, gasping, and sat in the bed he had been given for the night for a moment, breathing heavily and running his hand through his tangled hair, thinking of what he'd just seen. He had seen himself, in a more advanced version of the uniform Talia had created for him, confronting a man who was like a dark mirror to him; how he knew that, he wasn't sure, just like he wasn't sure how he knew the boy was named William Clayton, that he was his son. The man who was his dark mirror had given him a choice; he thought he'd beaten him by tricking him, but the other man had had one last trick up his sleeve. Oliver could still feel the horror that had gripped him when he saw the island explode in the dream, knowing everyone he cared about, his family and friends were on that island.

Oliver slipped off the bed, kneeling beside it and pulling out his trunk. He opened it and looked at the uniform, at the List his father had crafted. Was that dream what this would lead to? Everyone he loved, family or friend, dead on the island that had become like a mental prison to him, all save a boy that he never knew existed? Did William Clayton even exist? Had Samantha lied to him? Or was this some kind of subconscious element, latching onto the aborted child and giving it a name tied to his skill with archery? Oliver closed his eyes, shutting the crate and shoving it back under the bed. He turned and leaned against the mattress, closing his eyes.

He needed to find out if Samantha Clayton had a son, and if that son was named William. If that was the case, then maybe this wasn't just a random nightmare. Maybe he was getting a glimpse of what would happen if he continued down this path. Unfortunately, either way, he would need to forego his initial plan of going to Lian Yu. Well, Anatoli would be happy, at least; he'd been against the idea since the beginning, 'crazy' being the nicest thing he said about it.

*DC*

So, it was true: Samantha Clayton had a son, and that son was named William. Oliver had used his skills to break into Samantha's home and find a ballcap with the boy's hair in it. He had sent those to a lab Anatoli had suggested he use, and was waiting for the results while considering what his next move should be, especially if the boy was his son. If that was the case, he knew he could never put the hood back on, pick up the bow, or anything that would lead to the event he'd seen in his dream. It had been so vivid, so real, and Oliver had located a number for John Constantine. He had talked to the man, who told him it sounded like a premonition, and it could have been triggered by his decision to return to Lian Yu. Thanks to his previous encounter with Constantine and the events that followed with Shadowspire, Oliver wasn't as close-minded to the idea of receiving a premonition or even Aliens like he used to be.

Oliver had a particular set of skills, not ones conducive to most careers. The only one close (besides becoming an agent of A.R.G.U.S. or something of the like again) was being a cop, but that had far too many rules; Oliver knew better than anyone how the powerful and corrupt used the system against others. Then he remembered an old show that Laurel and Sara had both loved, about a vampire who opened a private investigation office or something in Los Angeles. He was kind of fuzzy on the details since he hadn't really paid attention to all of that. But P.I.'s were known to 'break the rules' often enough, and his skills could be put to good use there. Of course, he needed a background. . . which meant calling in a favor from someone he despised for making him think that going through all that crap on the island with Shadowspire would pull him out of the darkness. He'd set up shop here in Central City; that way, he had the chance to find a way to build a relationship with this son he never knew about. If William was his son, Oliver knew why Samantha had lied to him: his mother.

*DC*

This was definitely a first for him, living under a new name altogether. Even when working for A.R.G.U.S. he had gone as Oliver Queen or simply been a non-entity. But Jonas Dearden, as he was now known, had to admit that there was something. . . freeing about giving up the identity of Oliver Queen. Being Oliver Queen, there were expectations, preconceptions, and it all had forced him to take the rebellious youth path to begin with. But there were no expectations or preconceptions for Jonas Dearden, a recently-discharged government agent (who's former employers and operations were classified) turned private investigator.

Jonas had put out a help wanted ad on Craigslist for both a receptionist and someone who could handle the science side of things (he didn't think he would get any bites on the latter, but if he did he wouldn't have to outsource anything) and also put out adverts regarding his business. He was setting up the main part of his office (mainly the furniture and such) when a knock came at the door. He opened it and found a man and a woman on the other side. The man was younger than him, early twenties, dark-haired with a thin face; the woman could have passed for the All-American girl with her blonde hair and blue eyes, which the glasses she wore did little to hide. "Come in," Jonas said, gesturing them in. "What can I do for the two of you?"

"We're both here about the job offer," the man said. "I'm Barry, Barry Allen. I just finished my degree in CSI work but I really don't want to work for CCPD. I might tell you about it sometime, but let's just say I don't approve of how quick they jump to conclusions." Jonas nodded to show he understood.

"I'm Kara Danvers," the woman said. "I-I'm kind of new to the city and don't have a lot of work experience."

"Well, this is my first day as a P.I., so I think you two will fit right in here," Jonas said, and the two blinked at his quick acceptance.

"What, just like that?" Barry asked.

"Just like that," Jonas replied. "In my previous line of work, you had to trust your gut, and my gut tells me that this will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"So, what now?" Kara asked.

"Now, you two can help me figure out how to set this office up, because interior decorating is not my strong suit," Jonas laughed.

"Who said its one of ours?" Barry asked, Kara jerking her thumb in his direction to show she agreed.

A/N: Ah, and so a new beginning dawns for the Arrowverse trinity.