*Star City

“Felicity, I’ve got him” Green Arrow said as he stood in the shadows of the empty warehouse. “Be careful, Oliver, he’s on 18 most wanted lists from around the state”, “He doesn’t seem very dangerous. He just went underground through a trap door. I’m gonna follow”, “Just watch your back and don’t underestimate him” the blonde techie reminded in his ear.” “I’ve got this” Mr. Queen spoke before landing on the concrete floor and sneaking down into the hidden part of the large building.

*Central City

“Cisco, stop!!” Barry yelled as the resident comic book geek poked and prodded at the Flash’s sides. Normally the hero would’ve zipped out of reach instantly but Caitlyn had developed a special alcohol that was able to get him pretty tipsy, affecting his reaction time. “Who knew the scarlet speedster was super-duper ticklish?” the brunette guy teased as his eager fingers teased Barry's sensitive body. “NO NOHAHAHAHahoAohAAOhAAA!” Mr. Allen let out with a huge smile as he flailed in the computer chair. “Boys!” Dr. Snow exclaimed at the childish sight, prompting Cisco to stop tickling his friend and Barry to regain his composure. “I'll get you back, Cisco and remember my fingers move way faster than yours” Barry warned, wiggling his fingers in the air menacingly toward the genius. “Haha, we’ll see about that” Cisco answered, slipping a few more tazers into his ribs and provoking even more adorable laughter.

There fun was once again interrupted but this time by a sudden message coming through the Star Labs computer. “Hey Felicity, what’s up?” Barry asked. “We need your help in Star City” “What’s going on?” Caitlyn asked. “Oliver may be in trouble” “What do you mean?” “Two nights ago he went after one of the most wanted men in the state after he broke out of prison but he hasn’t come back. Diggle and Thea are out on other missions and we need someone to try to find him.” “I’m in, what is his last known location?” “His signal went dead at a warehouse on 24th and 87th street” “I’m on it” Barry agreed, the alcohol having worn off and within seconds he was suited up and ready to find his fellow hero.

The marathon man arrived at the warehouse as quick as ever but the scene wasn't very suspicious. “Hmm...where are you Oliver?” he asked himself as he entered the backdoor. The only thing Barry could hear was faint laughter but he couldn't tell where it was coming from, puzzling the brilliant hero. “The creepy abandoned warehouse and questionable laughter is definitely fitting the Halloween theme tonight” he said to himself as he walked closer toward the far corner of the area where he could hear the laughter getting louder. It was a manly laugh but whoever it was coming from sounded tired, like they weren't enjoying it. He discovered the trap door in the floor and followed it down, hoping to find whatever was going on but what welcomed him was far beyond anything he could’ve imagined. It was Oliver, strapped to some kind of machine in only his green pants and mask. Barry looked closer to figure out what was making Green Arrow laugh and realized the machine appeared to be tickling him. "No way..." Flash watched in disbelief as the bad-ass vigilante gushed with uncontrollable laughter and struggled to endure the unique torture.  

Barry stood back for a minute to devise a plan, unsure how to approach the situation. He imagined there was somebody controlling the machine but he didn't see any maniacal villain around, leaving the question of who took Oliver unanswered. But despite no visible criminal, there was still the machine to stop with probes at different parts of Oliver’s outstretched body ; his muscly armpits, belly button, flanks, neck, and bare feet. Barry watched his buddy laugh his head off at the intense tickling and feared he'd been like this since he went missing two days ago; a nightmare scenario for even Green Arrow. However, just as Flash started to save Oliver a sudden blow to the head from behind knocked him out, falling to the cement floor as Caitlyn tried to wake him up through the earpiece to no avail. When Barry woke up he was still in the warehouse basement, parallel to Oliver in a similar bondage. He tried to jerk loose or phase through the straps but nothing worked, leaving him painfully powerless. “Sorry, Flash the machine is currently sending out rays that are neutralizing your speed abilities. You’re all mine” the mad scientist-looking man explained with sinister glee. “Who are you?!?” “They call me the Laugh Master” “That’s got to be the worst super villain name I’ve heard yet” “Let’s see if you change your tune after some time down here in my tickle machine…” He challenged before starting up the device.

Suddenly two energy pulses began attacking Barry's shirtless body, his flanks being the first to suffer. It felt like several hands prodding into him at once, kneading into his toned sides to get him thrashing on the table. “AHAHAHAHANOONOAhaAoohaAoAOhAAHAHAHAHAH!!” Flash erupted almost immediately with wide eyes of panic as Oliver woke up next to him after the short break. “Fl...Flash???” he asked, slightly groggy. “AHAHAHAOhaaaaohHAAaARRRoOowwW!!!” Barry responded through the wild laughter. “He’s been tickling me for almost 36 hours. He destroyed my tracker so nobody could find me” Oliver explained, trying to rage his way out of the machine as his strength came back but his muscles failed him.

“Ready for some more?” the Laugh Master asked. “Go to hell, psycho!!” Oliver barked before the machine between them started back up. Oliver's handsome feet were in full view and watched in frustration as the machine fired two pulsing rays into his pink soles, a change of pace from the probes but still hellacious. The emerald vigilante fought the laughter with extreme discipline but the overpowering sensations quickly broke even his level of control. "AhoAOAHahAHoAHAssSSshHIiIiTT!! AAAAAHohAOALLlEEETTmMMEEEGggoOOoAOOH!!!” Oliver roared with forced laughter as his surprisingly sensitive body surged against the stubborn bondage. Barry was in just as bad of shape beside him and learned how evil the machine was when a second pulsating ray targeted his belly button, escalating his laughter with devilish ease.

The beams seemed to mimic real-life tickling techniques; mirroring a tongue writhing in the Flash’s innie while the ones on his flanks felt like a merciless bully squeezing them and the rays on Oliver's feet produced a steady scribbling he couldn't stand. Each second that went by only intensified the feeling and the helpless speedster felt every minute of it. “AHAHAAhoAHAmmAakKkEEiIITTAhoAHAsSSTTToOopPP!!” Barry tried to convince but his desperation only kept the Laugh Master interested. Green Arrow's macho feet were suffering the worst tickling he'd ever experienced; the pulses were pointed at the middle of his soles and the maddening sensations spread throughout his whole foot, toes and all. After a few minutes the scribbling feeling evolved into something even more sadistic with what felt like two stiff-bristled brushes scrubbing his smooth soles and feathers weaving between his toes on a loop. Oliver had faced torture before but this was different, a uniquely terrible method capitalizing on his long-standing hatred of being tickled. Too bad for Green Arrow he hadn't trained for such a diabolical villain but who could've guessed a real life tickle monster in Star City??

Like his superhero friend, the machine soon targeted another spot on his defenseless body, hitting his out-stretched armpits like vicious hands digging into both hairy hollows."ANNNOOoOAOAHohOHAA!! AHOAHaOHAHAACCCuUuTTTiIITtoOoOFFF!!" Every flicker of the beams felt like ten people were digging into his underarms and Oliver was beginning to lose his sharp mind; the constant tickling taking a toll on his mind and body. The stream of sensations kept Green Arrow screaming with laughter while Barry laughed just as hard beside him with the beams ruthlessly focusing on his flanks and belly button like they were determined to break him.

“You see I am fueled by laughter, it gives me more energy so I built this machine to drain people. The pulses communicate with your brain to make it feel like you’re being tickled by real objects or people and it just so happens that Halloween is my favorite holiday so I wanted to have some extra fun tonight!” the Laugh Master explained as he watched his glorious captives lose their minds in the ticklish hell. The heroes would've normally had some quippy line or threat for a reply to his explanation but neither of them could think straight enough to assure his defeat, consumed by unending laughter. Without his usual powers, his body responded like a regular person to the unrelenting tickling and laughter; he was exhausted and it almost felt like he was getting more sensitive as the torture continued. But just to keep him begging and bucking, Laugh Master shot two more beams that landed on Flash's quick feet like a cruel cherry on top. Like Oliver, Barry's feet were crazy ticklish and he was reminded just how bad off they were when the fresh attack hit him.

"AHoaOHOAHAOHaaANNoOOnNOOOO!!!” shot out of Barry with high-pitched hysteria as he writhed in the bondage like a mad man. The two rays of energy worked his rosy pink soles worse than Barry knew possible, dominating his high arched bare feet as Oliver mirrored his desperation beside him. And just like it had with Green Arrow, the beams' affect soon spread all over until the energy started simulating someone nibbling on the Flash’s long toes, annihilating the fastest man alive with every passing second.

Unbeknownst to the heroes and the Laugh Master, Felicity had made a last hope call to a former sidekick from Star City thinking he could find the missing vigilantes. Roy aka Arsenal was now hiding in the wings of the underground lair. He watched his former idol get tickled into madness, his soles visible to the young adult. “Wow...I don't think I’ve actually ever seen Oliver’s feet” Roy whispered to himself at the realization. The machine suddenly amped up as Roy watched, sending the heroes’ laughter through the roof worse than before and Roy sprang into action, knocking out the Laugh Master and figuring out how to shut down the machine. Green Arrow and The Flash just sat there on the bondage tables totally wiped out as Roy secured Laugh Master. “It’s…about…time” Oliver said to his old partner. “Who’s the kid?” Barry asked. “You can call me Arsenal” Roy butted in. "I'll call you whatever you want after saving us from that thing" Barry assured with a relieved look, his body still tingling from the onslaught of tickling.

*Back in Star City

“How did you know what you were getting into, Roy?” Oliver asked. “Well I had a hunch it was the Laugh Master” “Wait, you know about him?” “Yeah, he was originally charged with kidnapping. He started abducting boys from around that area before and I heard rumors he would tickle them but I never thought they’d be true. I was actually almost a victim a couple years ago but I managed to escape. I don’t know if I’m as ticklish as you though" he explained to Oliver with a snickering laugh. “Tell anyone about that and you'll be the next one to go missing” Arrow responded, not wanting perhaps his worst weakness discussed. “Maybe we should start calling you the Ticklish Arrow instead of the Green Arrow” he added, making Felicity giggle. “Keep it up and I’ll borrow that little machine for you" Oliver threatened as Roy grinned at finding the hilarious chink in Green Arrow's armor thanks to the Laugh Master.