A few weeks ago Oliver was on the brink of death.

A few weeks ago Davis had helped save his life.

Clark held the photos in his hand. Victims murdered by a 'beast in the shadows' and some how Davis had pictures of them in his locker. Clark didn't have to break into the locker for evidence. All he had was a strong suspicious feeling that Davis was hiding something. After all he was there for every emergency call related to a specific situation. The ones Clark always found himself in.

Clark hoped Davis wouldn't put the obvious coincidence together. A little x-ray vision and some combination lock picking skills that Lois taught him (because his super-strength was not needed here at all) and instant access. Now he would have to explain why he had those photos in his hand.

But then he remembered he found Davis beneath some rubble during the attack at the club. Clark realized he had to make a tough decision. Be firm and catch Davis stumbling over lies or apologise later for accusing an innocent man.

Davis was walking towards him but his head was down. He was looking at some files intently. A gym bag that he used for work was slung over his right shoulder.

"Hey Davis." Clark called out to him.

"Oh hey Clark." Davis looked up. Gosh I'm meeting up this guy here a lot. Maybe he started working here or something. "What's up?"

"Can we talk?"

Davis paused. He wasn't in a hurry but he really wanted to do some research on why these murder victims kept popping up all over Metropolis these days. He never thought he would be one of those people caught in the crossfire.

"Okay." Davis said. "What do you want to talk about?"

"That day I found you injured at the Ace of Clubs." Clark said. "I mean it must have taken a lot of guts to go into a room of screaming people."

Davis mentally took a step back. "Clark. All I remember was Chinese takeout, walking home, blacking out and then waking up covered in blood."

"Are you sure about that?" Clark said sternly. "Because it seems to me that anytime something like this happens, you're always there."

Davis felt one of his headaches coming on but he ignored it. "Just like you huh."

Clark didn't want to get into his own secrets while trying to expose Davis's "I only help people Davis. As a volunteer. Nothing to it."

"So it must have been quite easy for you to walk into a room full of screaming people." Davis retorted. "But I don't recall you being dressed for a club night out."

"Neither was you. Now tell me, why do you have these pictures of the victims in your locker"

Davis felt the headache getting stronger. "Let me spell it out for you. I don't remember how I got from the safety of a sidewalk to a penthouse club. So instead of bothering me, why don't you go catch a real killer. Or better yet, let the cops handle this. And as for the pictures, I'm trying to use them to find out who the killer really is."

"You're hiding something Davis." Clark said. "Pretty soon someone's going to find out."

"Whatever you think I'm hiding Clark." Davis said. Clark. That name doesn't suit him at all. "You might want to think about what you're hiding as well. Because in those pictures I have, there's one common theme. I bet you can guess who or what there is. Just stay the hell away from me."

Clark watched as Davis walked away. He needed to talk to Chloe about the guy. He started dialing her number.

Davis went around the corner and leaned against the wall. His headache was passing but he felt emotionally drained. The argument with Clark had him mentally drained as well. He needed someone to talk to. He took out his phone and dialed Chloe's number.

Right at the entrance of the Metropolis hospital Chloe was walking in. Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She took it out and answered.

"Hey, what's up."

A few seconds later.

"Sure, we can hang out later. Let's say at 3 o' clock this afternoon."

A few seconds later and Chloe smiled.

"Okay. See you then Davis."

Chloe smiled and then decided she would head over to the morgue

...

Two hours later.

It wasn't three as yet but Chloe mulled over the confession Davis had made.

I think I may be a killer.

She didn't believe it. Davis, you're a good person. You save people every day. You can't believe for one second you would do these things.

Clark had a different outlook. Chloe you can't deny the guy is hiding something.

Chloe was angry. Clark. Just because you're suspicious of someone doesn't mean he/she is the bad guy.

Now she was wondering if Clark was right.

Her cellphone vibrated.

It was the hospital "Hello"

"Hello, is this Miss Chloe Sullivan"

"Yes it is."

"There's a Mr. Davis Bloome asking for you." the person said. "I'm Nurse Sterling and he's been admitted for carbon monoxide poisoning it seems. He's been in and out of consciousness asking for you."

"I'll be there right away."

Chloe hung up, picked up her bag, grabbed her keys that were on the dining table and headed out the door.

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