Who: Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen What: Existential crisis on her part. When: Sunday night Where: Watchtower Warnings: Angsty angst
Chloe finally caved and did something stupid: she googled herself. It had been an accident, at first. While searching on youtube for her favorite song back in High School, she stumbled upon what appeared to be a fan video on her and her best friend, to said song.
The video itself wasn't a big deal, her romantic feelings for Clark were long gone, even if it was weird seeing scenes of her life on the screen like that, she had been expecting it. But then she started thinking about how the version of Clark that was there didn't know who she was, about how most people who knew Clark and Lois, had never heard of her. She thought about what Dick had mentioned, that where he was from someone else did her job as Watchtower and from what she understood, even in her world, Tess Mercer had done her job too.
But she didn't want to know anything that was supposed to happen where she was from, or things that had happened in the TV show that was based on her universe. She was more interested in knowing if she really had any impact in helping Clark become who he was anywhere else, if she had been a contributing member in any other version of the team that was usually known as the Justice League and the answer was very clear.
There was no Chloe Sullivan anywhere. When cross-referencing herself with Clark, she got a little over two hundred thousand results. When searching for Clark by himself, over nine million. Searching for Lois and Clark had given her over one million results and for Lois and herself, again around two hundred thousand.
She had always prided herself in knowing Clark's secret, in helping him in every way possible. She prided herself in nudging him in the right direction and helping shape him into the hero he was obviously going to become. But it was painfully obvious that he didn't need her for that.
No matter where Clark had come from, in all of the stories about him, he had always ended up the same: as Superman. Saving the world, sometimes literally, with one hand. He had always been a symbol of hope and she had absolutely nothing to do with it. She hadn't helped shape Clark like she believed, she hadn't led him down that path. With or without her, it was just who he was.
And it was the same with the Justice League. There were no records of a Watchtower, not a person anyway. There was only a headquarter with that name and there was an Oracle, the Barbara Gordon that Dick had mentioned, who was connected with the Justice League and several other teams as their information broker.
Everything she knew, everything she was proud of being a part of would still exist without her. She wasn't even really Lois' cousin. There were so many stories about realities so similar to her own that it was pretty easy to figure out how their lives would have gone in a world without her. Sure, maybe Lois and Clark would have met a few years later, but they would still have gotten to where they were supposed to be.
As she read article after article, wikipedia page after page, she just couldn't understand why she existed at all.