Incomprehensible

Note: Just a little plot bunny, and I don't own anything.

Oliver groaned as he heard the buzzing sound that was consistently followed by Chloe pulling her blackberry out of her pocket to: check something, fix something, make sure everything was on track.

Which it was. It was a spectacular spring night, the weather was breaking, and as far as he knew no one was ravaging Metropolis, and so when Chloe finally was talked into a date with him-and really, was it in their blood or something? Never had he had to work so hard to get a woman to go out with him before meeting Lois and Chloe.

"Sorry, sorry," Chloe cringed, apologizing to Oliver as she texted back a confirmation on the satellite she had on alert. "Last time…"

Yeah, sure. Oliver sighed, he'd had way higher expectations-and he was not going to be defeated by a blackberry.

"You know what," Oliver gestured to her, waiting until he had her attention and plucked her phone from her hand. "Right, okay, I'm just going to…"

Oliver looked around and Chloe held her hand out. "Oliver, give me back my phone."

Oliver grinned, and tossed the phone over the rails that led to the Metropolis Canal.

"Oliver!" Chloe's voice wasn't even tinged with a little bit of amusement.

Nope, she was pissed, as he expected. It was okay, though, she'd forgive him just as soon as he reminded her that there was fun outside of a computer screen.

"Don't 'Oliver' me, Chloe Sullivan." Oliver shook his head. "It's just for one night. I will personally deliver your new crackberry bright and early tomorrow morning before you even have a chance to go through withdrawal."

Chloe glared at him. "You threw my phone into a cesspool. You know what I would do to Clark if he pulled something so incredibly-"

"Hey," Oliver cocked his head, "See, that's not fair. Clark's bullet-proof."

"Yeah," Chloe grumbled, "And you should be glad you're not. It's the only thing saving your ass right now."

Chloe picked up her stride, stunning Oliver for a moment and he had to run to catch up. Clark was right, Chloe really, really needed to get out.

"I've never had to work so hard to persuade a woman on a date with me," Oliver mused keeping stride with her easily, "It's a good thing I have you around to keep my ego in check. I might get the misconception that people actually like to be around me, otherwise."

"You're not going to make me feel guilty." Chloe told him, "You're the one who pitched my phone into a river."

"You're the one," Oliver reminded her, "Who said when I asked her on a date that she'd like nothing better."

Chloe's eyebrows raised. "I didn't say that. You asked me to grab dinner and go for a walk, and I said sure."

Oliver shrugged, "Same thing."

"You're right, Oliver." Chloe smiled up at him.

"See." Oliver grinned, "That's my girl."

"You do need me around to keep your ego in check."