That's My Girl
Summary: What if Felicity was Alfred's niece, she needs to get away from all that was Starling City, including Oliver and his relationship issues with Sara and Laurel. When she meets Bruce Wayne, sparks fly instantly but there was a catch to that little problem. He was still moraning the lost of Rachel Dawes, can Felicity be the one to change him?
A/N: Yes, this is a Arrow/Dark Knight crossover- There will be little Oliver/Felicity moments but this is mainly a Bruce/Felicity fan fic- go with the flow here people please? This is after season 2 of Arrow and the beginging of the Dark Knight/Dark Knight Rises. So yes, the Joker is in this and so is Ra al Ghul (mentioned)
Chapter One:
To say Felicity Smoak was annoyed was an understatement as another girlish giggle escaped from the brunette that was apparently trying to get out of Oliver Green's hold, keyword: trying.
Mumbling lowly to herself, Felicity shook away the thoughts of Oliver having possible feelings for her; that was highly unthinkable- even Oliver said so himself, even though those exact words never left his mouth.
The blonde IT girl aka Oliver Queen's assistant looked up as there was a slight groan of pain; she blinked once or twice as she seen the infamous playboy Oliver Queen on his back and Laurel looking down at him in pure surprisment.
"Anything wrong?" Felicity asked, getting nothing in return as an answer, she sighed as grimace with slight disgust as Laurel helped Oliver to his feet with adoring eyes. "That's it!"
Felicity grabbed her jacket and reached for her tablet and handbag, unknowing that she had caught Oliver's attention, and said person was making his way over to her little space; taking any escape route for Felicity.
"You okay, Felicity?"
"Yes, no." Felicity muttered, shoving some unneeded papers into her handbag but she didn't want to face Oliver at the moment; but stopped as Oliver's hands fell onto her shoulders- forcing her to look at him.
"Are you sure?"
"You, her." Felicity spoke, earning an eye roll from Larel. "What's wrong is that you keep jumping from sister to sister, that's not fair to either of them, Oliver."
"Laurel and I are just friends."
A slight snort escaped from Felicity, which she got an arched eyebrow from Oliver in return. "Don't look at me like that." Felicity snapped, removing Oliver's hold on her and she headed towards the stairs that lead to the club above them. "You of all people cannot be friends with her, yesterday you were nothing but a killer now today you're her hero; who knows what you would be to her tomorrow, you cannot be friends with her, Oliver."
"But we're friends."
Felicity paused midstep, she then turned to face Oliver, who eyes were still trained on her but she knew he was thinking about the brunette woman on the sparing mat and her blonde sister. "I thought so too." The blonde girl added, getting a confused look from Oliver but before he could respond, Felicity cut him off. "Here's the thing, Mr Green, you cannot go around using a person's affections for you like some sort of weapon or a ploy to draw someone out without even telling them that you were acting. You cannot continue to drop little crumbs of affections towards me then parade your relationships with both Lance sisters in front of me. I had enough."
"Since when did you start calling me Mr Green?"
"Were you paying attention to what I was saying or were you just simply on auto-piolt?" Felicity replied, shaking her head as she climbed the steps. "I need a break from all of this, I need to get away... I'm going on vaction."
Oliver looked as if Felicity punched him. "Vaction, you can't go on vaction!" He called running up the stairs after her, ignoring Laurel constant calling of his name. "Felicity... We need to talk about this."
The brunette haired man followed the angry blonde girl through the crowded nightclub, telling his sister that he was going to see her soon; as he reached the entrance to the club, Felicity was already hopping into a cab.
"Felicity!" Oliver called, but her name fell on deaf ears as he watched the cab slowly drove away; he pulled out his phone, pressing speed dial. "Diggs, can yo go over to Felicity's, I don't have to explain, just get over to her apartment."
Oliver hanged up before Diggs could even utter a single reply, he sighed once as he turned back into the club; grabbing his jacket and keys to the motorcycle he had parked around the corner, he told Laurel he'll see her soon as he needed to check on a few things.
"You're going to chase her, aren't you." Laurel whispered, though it didn't sound like a question more of an assumption. "Felicity."
"I need to know what's wrong with her."
"She just jealous." Laurel replied, rolling her eyes as she took a sip of water. "Give her some time, she'll get over it."
Oliver sighed, he couldn't tell Laurel that he was scared that he was losing Felicity; he couldn't imagine his life without her, the ever growing void was filled up in a matter of seconds by the blonde woman and he couldn't let her go.
...
"I need to get away from here for awhile Uncle Alfred," Felicity sighed, as she sank down into her aging leather armchair. "Do you think it's possible for me to visit for a few days? Maybe a week?"
"I have to ask Master Wayne." Alfred's voice came back, making the blomde girl smile; the smile then dropped from her face as a knock brought her to reality.
"Someone's at the door." Felicity groaned as she then seen that it was in fact Oliver and John Diggle. "Just what I needed, Uncle Alfred, I'm going to call you back, got some loose ends to fix here."
"Okay, be strong Flick."
The blonde girl smiled at the small little nickname he had used since she was little; she then sighed as she hanged up the cordless phone; opened the door and glanced at both men.
"Figured you two will be coming around," Felicity spoke, moving out the way so that they both could enter her apartment. "Didn't think it would be this quick though."
"Felicity..."
"No, you don't get to change my mind on this Oliver."
"So I'm back to Oliver again?" He started as a question but dropped it as he recived a glare from both Felicity and Diggs. "Okay, sorry."
Diggs then slightly coughed, making the attention focused on here. "Okay, can someone fill me in on whatever is going on here cause I am at a lost." Diggs started, looking at both Oliver and Felicity. "Oliver called me saying that something was wrong with you, though he didn't fully go into detail."
"Cause I don't know the full details of why."
"Yes, you do, Oliver." Felicity replied, earning confused looks from both men. "Laurel."
"Listen, if you don't want Laurel as apart of the team then we can work something out." Oliver replied, though it sounded more like a small slient plea. "I don't need her as much as I need you."
"Do you remember what you said to me when we came back from Russia?" Felicity asked, ignoring Diggles's confused facial expression. "After you had that small, poor judgement of sleeping with Isabel?"
"Whoa... Hold on, you slept with Isabel?" Diggle muttered, looking at Oliver who nodded, ignoring Diggles's little remark.
"You told me that you couldn't be with someone that you care about because of the life you led," Felicity replied, sighing as she turned away from them. "Somehow, god only knows why; I foolishly thought that you were aiming it directly at me because you cared so much about my saftey that you didn't want to ruin it with your duties as the Arrow."
"I did mean that Felicity, I meant all of that." Oliver replied, with feeling. "I do care about you, I couldn't do any of this without you."
"Well you had no qalms in handing me over to Slade like a wrapped up present."
"What?" Oliver replied, as he stepped forward towards her but she took two steps back. "It was your idea to think of a way to outsmart him without even killing him."
"Well never thought that you woul claim to love me and then take it back like some sick joke."
"Felicity..."
"As I said, I need a break." Felicity added, turning back to face them. "I need to get away for a couple of days, I need to actually look at you and not wanting to shoot you with your own arrows, I need to actually stand in the same room as Laurel and not wanting to skin her alive with my bare hands."
"Where would you go?"
"Visit my Uncle in Gotham City or stay with my cousin in New York, I don't know whoever gets back to me first with the okay." Felicity replied, then looked at her moblie and noticed that she was getting a call from an unknown number. "Hang on... Hello?"
"Felicity, is this a good time to talk?"
"Uncle Alfred." Felicity replied, looking at both Diggle and Oliver, then rolled her eyes at Oliver's confused face. "Sure."
"Mr Wayne had said it would be okay for you to stay at Wayne Manor."
"Really, are you sure?" Felicity replied, as a small smile came across her face. "Tell him I said thank you."
"Don't worry, Flick, I will."
"Thank you, Uncle Alfred." Felicity replied, as she then hanged up on the man and turned to face the confused men in her apartment. "That was my Uncle from Gotham, I'm staying there."
"For how long?"
"Two weeks, maybe more- I don't know Oliver." Felicity replied, rubbing her temples as she turned back to her clothes that were thrown all over the place; what was she going to take? Was it cold in Gotham or maybe it was warm... Maybe she should've asked Alfred before she hanged up. "Diggs, have Laurel set a time in the morning before I go so I could show her how to work the comms."
"Are you sure that a good idea?" Diggle replied, arching an eyebrow at Oliver, who shrugged.
"She wants to be apart of the team, doesn't she?" Felicity mentioned, tcking of a few things from an imaginary list. "Well, she won't be any good in the field, I seen the way she fights and it won't cover the basic stuff you two handle- hell Sara would be the better choice for field work then Laurel, she may as well mind the fort whil you two go out and play good cop, bad cop with a Bow."
"We'll miss you." Oliver replied, slightly saddened by the turn of invents, but knew deep down that it was the right thing to let her go. "I'll miss you."
Felicity sighed, she couldn't help but hug him, and for once- Oliver returned the hug without hesitating. "Tell Laurel to be there at eight."
"Will do." Diggle replied, as he started to press digits on his phone, exiting the apartment to give them some slight alone time.
"I'll miss you too, Oliver." Felicity replied, as she pulled out of their embrace. "I'll keep in touch."
"Are you still my girl?" Oliver asked, hoping that he hadn't lost her forever.
"For as long as you need me, Oliver." Felicity replied as she walked him to the front door of her apartment, he then turned to face her as she smiled at him, she couldn't help but be concerned whenever he was involved. "Always."
As the blonde close the door, cutting off contact between her and Oliver Green; she heard his footsteps die away, the tears that she been holding in just happen to fall as she fell to the ground.
She cried cause she was leaving to get away.
She was crying cause she finally admitted that she loved Oliver Green.
She cried because she knew, dep down that Oliver was never going to be hers in anyway, shape or form.
