arrowverse · wlw · time travel · future self · protective moms · star city · superhero · family drama · mia smoak · alternate universe
The air in the bunker turned to lead, thick and suffocating with shock. I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with my companions, my gaze locked on the younger, unfamiliar-yet-known faces of the legends before us. Dinah Drake and Laurel Lance stared back, disbelief carved into the lines of their features. William took a halting step forward, his voice a fragile thread in the heavy silence. 'Because you haven’t yet. I think we’re in the past.' The weight of two decades pressed down on me as I looked at my mothers—the women who shaped me, now staring at a daughter they did not yet know. The words left my lips, soft and fractured. 'Hi...Mums.' A stunned quiet swallowed the room, broken only by Oliver’s sharp, involuntary gasp. The timeline had splintered. The future had arrived, uninvited and…