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The Green Arrow and his Love.

Dinah Lance walked slowly up the stairs and watched her feet move under her. Her dress followed her in a train and gleamed in the black night. Her hair was curled and flowing down her back, while the golden colors shined off it. She bit her red lips and entered the dance floor. She could hear the music and as she was in sight she looked up to see Oliver Queen's mouth drop slightly. Putting her head high she took slow careful steps.

Oliver couldn't take his eyes off this freshman. She was beautiful, as her black dress gleamed in the moonlight. Her hazel eyes watched him and her lips smiled. Before she could move away he went up to her.

Dinah looked as the senior walked towards her. His suit fit him perfectly and his blonde hair couldn't have been more perfect. Though she had a boyfriend, she could dream for a minute.

When Oliver reached Dinah he took her hand gently, "Dinah…Where's Jason?" He whispered as her smile faded.

She looked over her shoulder and whispered, "To get a drink." A lie. She knew he wasn't coming but she didn't need Queen to know.

Oliver knew Jason had ditched her once again, that ungrateful little bastard. He never cared for her, but she had been faithful to him. Oliver would never understand her but he respected her for her kindness. Even though she knew Jason wasn't here and…and most likely with another girl.

"May I have a dance?" He asked, showing her his smile.

Dinah almost fainted. His smile was the most striking thing she had ever seen. He was, she would admit, handsome. "Oliver…this isn't a slow song." She said to him as she took a step back.

"Wait." He told her and when Mrs. Booty was done, she heard her favorite slow song. It Ends Tonight.

Looking down she smiled and nodded. Silently Oliver led her to the dance floor and put his arms around her waist. She was surprised how warm he was, and this type of dance. Though she was hesitant she danced with him and let him lead her. She took in his scent and put her arms around his neck.

Looking up she saw his blue eyes look down at her. Freezing she almost pulled back, fearing he might kiss her.

Sensing her tension Oliver whispered softly into her ear, "I won't make you a dishonest person. Though your boyfriend may be..."

Dinah was about to pull away and accuse him but then decided against it. She knew he was right, and he knew he was right. There was no point in denying it. Everyone knew she was perfect and Jason wasn't.

She took a deep breath, taking him in and put her head on his shoulder. Dinah buried her face in his neck and nudged him slightly. Every breath she took, she could smell his cologne and smiled. It was moments like this that she wished she could get more of. The moments that made her smile and want to live. These things that made her happy…

Oliver hugged his arms around her and put his head on the top of her head. He could smell vanilla and wished she would never move. Then the song was over and everything they had was over.

Pulling away Dinah looked Oliver Queen in the eye and whispered, "Thank you. Thank you for being here when I need you." She reached up and kissed him on the cheek then disappeared into the night.

Cinderella…

Oliver had watched over her when Jason seemed no where to be found. He helped her and was a good friend, but she had never cared about him like that. He was always just a friend. She was too honest to do anything while she was with Jason.

College had always been so boring for Oliver but when this girl of 18 had come he took a sudden likeness to her. Of course he had been 23 when she showed up and a freshman, but he never thought of it that way. Dinah had been a kind and beautiful woman and he had been the rich son of Mr. Queen.

But that was in college and college, Dinah thought, was a sour and terrible experience when you have gifts. When you kill people with a scream, you were not classified as normal.

Blonde hair was flowing in the wind as the warm wind cut into her fishnet stockings. She was dressed in a corset and black skirt, all made of leather. It was a very seductive outfit, and it made her look gorgeous. But that's not what she wanted. She was here to stop the criminals of Gotham. She had been using her skills for years now and tonight was a special night. Tonight she was 22, and tonight was her big break.

The biggest drug deal was here, tonight. She was about to crack the case, and take all the glory.

The Black Canary watched as two black limos moved towards the building. A tall man walked out of the building and stood, waiting. The limos stopped and two bigger looking men came out. They were all dressed in suits and shook each other's hands.

"Powell, Steger, you wont regret this." The taller one, who had come out of the building, told the others.

One spoke up, and said, "Mr. Fargo, for your sake, you'd better be right."

A nod came from Fargo and he walked towards the building with the two men. Slowly the Black Canary followed them, sneaking in after them. Unnoticed she moved into a dark corner.

Mr. Fargo took out a box and handed it to them. Checking it, the two men nodded and said, "Is the rest with you?"

Mr. Fargo smiled then opened a door behind him. The whole room was filled with the drugs. The Black Canary raised an eyebrow and smiled.

The two bigger men shook Mr. Fargo's hand once more then, reaching into their jackets, pulled out guns.

The drug dealer was dead before he hit the ground. The Black Canary took a breath and screamed, sending her Canary call into motion. The walls began to shake and the men fell to the ground, unconscious.

Shutting her mouth she smiled and whispered, "Well boys, I know one place they will be very happy to see you two."

Taking them by their jackets she dragged them across the ground and tied them up. Not waiting another moment she fled from the scene. Less than a minute later the police already had the place surrounded and taken over.

The Black Canary went into her apartment room and looked in the mirror. Taking her mask off she saw a golden, young, Dinah Lance. Smiling she remembered her birthday celebration was to go to the opening of the Museum of the Animal and Human Research.

She hadn't decided if it was right to go, though. Since the Museum had first made it's appearance, she had been skittish. The Museum was dedicated to the search of "Mutants" like herself and other with "powers".

Dinah still wanted to go though, and at least get a look at it. She could do what she wanted anyway, it wasn't everyday that she turned 22.

She was dressed in jeans and a pink tank, her favorite outfit. Then, she realized, she was underdressed. Looking around she saw people in shined black shoes and ties. She saw the women had dresses and sparkling jewelry.

Feeling very out of place she turned to head towards the door. This was a bad idea, and she should have never come. What had she been thinking? People needed saving and she doved it her "birthday day"? She was so selfish. Why did she come? She was out of place and she knew no one!

She was about to drive herself mad with anger then she turned and saw something that made her stop breathing all together. Her mind had been mad, now she could even register a thought.

Her mouth dropped and she caught herself. There, standing at the other side of the room was Oliver Queen.

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