Summary: She would always save him, regardless of reality. My picture of Chloe Sullivan in the DC Universe places her in the Green Arrow comics, not in the Superman comics.
Needed information: So I twisted the truth with the comics a little bit for this story. Here's what you need to know- Star City is destroyed; Oliver Queen is hanging out in a forest. His relationship with Dinah Lance is now over, the JLA abandons him, and I do whatever I want with the Arrow family.
Chapter One
Oliver wasn't used to all of this free time. It was one of the things that had haunted him in that jail cell. It wasn't that he had killed for vengeance, and it wasn't the intimidating men threatening his life every second. It was the free time.
He was used to a fast-paced life, no matter what. It didn't matter whether he was stopping a mugger or keeping his corporation above water. And it didn't matter whether or not he was a wealthy CEO or a poor man living in a dirty, cramped apartment.
He was always surrounded by people, and now he was all alone. Star City had been destroyed, this little forest being all that remained of it. He was safe here, and now, he couldn't leave.
"This is the Justice League, not the Vengeance League." That was what they all told him. He didn't care then, and although he turned himself in, he didn't really care now. Prometheus needed be stopped, and then the Electrocutioner needed to be stopped.
Oliver just couldn't understand for the life of him why the Justice League couldn't see that. Their definition of stopping them, of ending a situation was just to prevent one bad thing from happening, and then letting them all go. Of hoping that things would change, but they never did.
He sat in front of the fire, running his fingers over the smooth ring in his hand. There was one person that he thought would understand, but she never did. Yes, Oliver Queen was all alone now. But he was not free.
John Prendock heard a faint tapping noise in the distance, and followed it. It was his first day on the security team, and he wanted to make sure that he was doing a good job. The door was wide open, and he watched as a woman typed on the keyboard, accessing dozens of monitors in the room.
"I can't let you go in there", a voice said behind him. "She does not want to be disturbed."
Prendock turned around, and saw a man in a uniform identical to his own. "What is she doing in there?" he asked
The man shrugged his shoulders. "Nobody knows. She just sits down at that desk and starts typing. Eventually she'll stop and leave, but there's no record of what she's been working on. My guess is that it's something important."
"Does anybody ever help her?"
"She calls on help when she needs it. But only from the people she can trust. I haven't seen her speak to anyone in days. But I can feel it- something's coming. She'll call for help."
Prendock nodded, staring at the woman. She hadn't noticed their presence, hadn't heard them speaking. "Who is she?"
The man glanced at the typing woman before looking back at him and answering. "She must have had a name at some point, but she never gives it. They call her Watchtower."