Oliver Queen does not wear tights (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-16 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | chloe sullivan/watchtower, oliver queen/green arrow |
Who: Oliver Queen and Chloe Sullivan
What: Talking after the staged intervention.
Where: Metro Cafe.
When: Tuesday morning
Rating: Probably won't go beyond PG.
It hadn't taken him very long the previous night to figure out what exactly had happened. The whole day had been a whirlwind of insanity. He'd woken up with a hangover to an alert from his phone signalling that something had happened at Watchtower. He'd tried calling Chloe, then Clark, then Lois, and none of them had answered. So he'd swallowed down some aspirin and made his way to the building, only to find that everything was offline and his friends nowhere to be seen.
That was when he'd made his way down to Jo's apartment. The door had been cracked open, but she was gone, too. From there on, things had spiraled quickly. In the process of trying to track down his friends, he'd almost been run over by a semi-truck, chased by a rabid dog, trapped in a sealed casket and he'd learned his bank account had been emptied that morning.
He'd finally found his friends and had gone home feeling incredibly confused since there hadn't been a villain or enemy behind it that he could find.
Whoever was behind it knew about Lex, knew about how he'd framed Toyman for Lex's death, and knew about his suicide attempt.
And that's when it dawned on him that he hadn't found an enemy behind it because there wasn't one.
Oliver spotted her sitting at a table in front of the Metro Cafe, sipping a coffee and reading the morning's issue of The Daily Planet. He walked over to the table and set down a chess piece in front of her. A white queen pawn.
"Nicely played," he said mildly.