"Lucius, you think you could make me a suit too?"

Lucius Fox shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the small woman in front of him. Six months ago, he'd been introduced to the spunky blond and he'd grown rather fond of her. He supposed she returned the affection – she tended to gravitate down to the R and D floor at least a few times a week. And for the past few weeks she'd been hinting at getting her own suit. "Now, Miss Sullivan, you know I'm under strict instruction not to make you a suit. Mr. Wayne doesn't want you in any danger and if you have a suit, you'll be tempted to go out." He took off his glasses to polish them. "Still missing home?"

She'd been examining some of Bruce's new toys but straightened and turned to look at Lucius. "I dunno, I guess so. It's a bit lonely but not too bad." She glanced away for a minute, remembering how life was going on without her in Smallville. Clark had Lana for his sidekick – their relationship stronger than ever. Lois had moved on and thrown herself into work and a new promotion at the Planet. But she'd chosen this life. She'd chosen to be Bruce's personal assistant day and night and she just had to deal with it. "Do you like working for Bruce?" she asked hesitantly.

He grinned. "I do. He can be a pain sometimes but Bruce Wayne is a good man and tries to do the best he can for those around him and for his city. And I get to do what I love and don't have to deal with the bureaucracy."

She started to reply but her phone buzzed. "Sorry." Pulling it out, she answered with a curt, "Chloe Sullivan."

"Where are you?"

"Wayne Enterprises' basement enjoying Lucius' company. Why?"

"Be outside in five minutes." He hung up, not even a goodbye. But then, he never gave a goodbye.

"Sorry Lucius, I've been summoned."

He waved a hand, disappearing into the dark recesses of his workshop. "I understand."

She twirled slowly in her chair, taking care not to tangle her headset. Bruce would be back online in a few minutes and she had to be ready with an exit strategy. Actually, a few exit strategies. Batman had a knack for getting himself into a world of trouble. Sometimes she wondered whether sometimes it was just to keep her on her toes.

"Sidekick, you read?"

She turned back to the monitors. "Loud and clear. Take your next right. Two kilometres up there's a water drainage causeway on the left. Will take you all the way down to the Harbour Express 

and straight home." As she guided him in the Tumbler, she relaxed. Things were going well. Very well. Too well. Something was bound to go wrong.

"I had to pull someone out."

She frowned.

There.

"What?"

"Some idiot in full gear was prowling around playing hero. I had to get him out but now I don't know what to do with him."

"He's in the Tumbler with you?"

"Unconscious."

She kept an eye on the monitors and her ears on the scanners. "Injured?"

"Yeah. I can't just dump him at a hospital."

She detected something hidden in his voice. He was hiding something from her. "Bring him in."

"What?"

She grabbed her jacket. "Just do it. Meet you there in twenty."

Fifteen minutes later, she was making her way down the secret staircase behind Alfred. As she descended, she started feeling anxious. It was something big if Bruce had taken this guy out with him. If he was willing to bring him back to the Batcave.

It was dimly lit, the way Bruce liked it. She passed the target range where he'd insisted she practice, the lab, the second computer set-up. Further on, she could see the Tumbler at rest, intimidating and powerful. Then she turned left into the med room. The harsh lights were a contrast to the darkness behind her and she blinked a few times to adjust. Then she almost stopped breathing.

Laid out on the table was Oliver Queen in full Green Arrow garb. He was unconscious but breathing.

"Know him?"

She tore her eyes away towards Bruce in sweats and a black shirt, sweaty but unharmed. "He dated my cousin," she replied distractedly, eyes going back to Oliver's still form. "You?"

A short nod. "Excelsior. Couple years below me. Did you know?" He gestured to the suit.

Her turn to nod. "I did some work for him."

He blinked. "Right. Metropolis. I almost forgot."

"How bad are his injuries?"

He narrowed his eyes. She was really affected by this. "Nothing serious. Bump on the head, possible concussion, bruises, broken arm. Nothing life-threatening."

"Does he know about you? About this?" She waved her arms around.

"Don't think so. Never came up in dinner conversation. I always had a suspicion about him and Green Arrow as I'm sure he does with me and Batman but I can't be certain."

"Then I can help. I can heal him," she finished, suddenly feeling awkward. "I'm infected with meteor rock from a planet called Krypton and I can heal people." She fidgeted, avoiding his eyes. "I can help," she repeated lamely. When she looked up, he was leaning against the counter, arms folded across his chest, studying her. "What?"

"Didn't think I'd be any more surprised by you, Miss Sullivan. Yet you've done it again."

"Really not the time, Bruce." She moved towards the table. "So can I?"

"Sure. Be my guest."

She reached out to touch Oliver then paused, turning back to Bruce. There really wasn't a delicate way of putting this... "Okay, sometimes it takes a lot out of me, depending on the injuries. So, if I seem dead, just take me back to my apartment and I'll be fine in a couple of days."

His hand shot out to grab her wrist. "Excuse me?"

She met his eyes. "Well, it's only happened twice. Don't worry."

"I'm worried."

"This isn't that bad. I've healed much worse." Her eyes held his. "Trust me."

His eyes darted to Alfred's them back to hers, searching.

"And I can modify his memory so you can take him to a hotel and he'll wake up thinking he just drank too much or something. So he won't know..."

He allowed a small smile. "Doesn't know about me or doesn't know about you?"

She didn't have an answer. She didn't want him to know that Oliver didn't want her working in this line of work. It was her risk to take, dammit. "Little bit of both?" she finally admitted.

"Alright. I'll trust you Sullivan. But if something looks wrong I'm pulling you off."

She turned back to Oliver. "Fair enough." Although you probably won't be able to.

He moved to the door beside Alfred and watched as the petite blond reached out and rested her hand gently on Oliver's forehead. Her eyes went hazy and a golden glow flowed over Oliver's body.

His mind was jumbled, disorganized. Thoughts flew past her at dizzying speeds.

"I should've..."

"Why didn't I..."

"I'm not strong enough..."

"Clark needs to..."

"Lois..."

"Chloe..."

She tried to follow but they were gone. She turned back, moving towards the dark pulsing mass she assumed was his injury. She put her hands on it and just seemed to push. It shrunk and she kept pushing until it was gone.

"Thank you."

She turned.

Oliver stood in front of her in casual clothing.

She figured she'd run into something resembling Oliver's conscious but she didn't think it would be like this. That he would look like that. But then, why not? It was him after all. "What are you doing here?"

He frowned. "This is my head. What're you doing here?"

"Helping you." She glanced around. "What're those?"

Rivers of pulsing light green streams flowed at random.

"My happiness. Want to see?" He led her closer and she peered in. Scenes flashed by like fish. For a moment, she thought she saw her face but she shook her head.

Get over yourself, Sullivan. "And those?"

He glanced at the red splotches on the wall. "Pain. Anger. Hatred."

She reached out a hand. "I can help."

His own latched onto her wrist. "Can't let you do that, Sidekick. I need them. He needs them."

"For what?"

"Justice. To keep going."

"Not even a little?"

"Can't. You need to go before he sees you."

"Who sees me?"

"Me."

They both turned. Oliver, another Oliver, in full Green Arrow gear was standing not four feet away, cross bow aimed at her head. "What are you doing here? You don't belong here. Oliver doesn't need any more female distractions, especially not from you, Miss Sullivan."

"What?"

The Oliver at her side laughed uneasily. "He's kidding. Doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Oh no, baby billionaire? Bullshit. I know everything. You try to hide it but I know. You might think Dinah Lance will distract you and it's better because she's got powers and she understands. But we both know you're taking the easy way out again. She's whiny, just like the rest of the bimbos you've been with."

Both Oliver and Chloe stepped forward.

""I'm not-"

But Chloe cut him off, pushing the cross bow out of the way and poking Green Arrow in the chest. "Listen Archer, Lois Lane is not a bimbo and not-"

She was cut off too, with a wave of a leather glove. "She's your cousin, blah blah blah. When are you going to grow up and step out of her shadow?" He eyed her. "Smart, funny, sexy. What are you afraid of?" He towered over her, hand brushing her cheek.

"I should go now."

"No, he should go." Oliver tried to glare at Green Arrow.

"Back off, brat. We all know who runs the show here," Green Arrow replied, crossbow suddenly gone and one arm encircling her waist. The other hand cupped her face and he bent to kiss her.

Bells were going off in her head but she allowed it to continue for a few minutes before she felt his hands travelling lower and pushed against him. "Okay, that's it. We're done. You tell me my cousin's a bimbo, put the moves on me-" She backed away and groaned inwardly as he followed her. "I'm not doing anything with you in Oliver's mind."

"It's my mind too," he growled.

Oliver seemed to have gained some strength. He stepped between them. "Back off."

Green Arrow backhanded him but he stayed upright, hands clenched at his sides. "I said-"

"Oliver!"

And there she was, blond, leather clad, fishnets, hips swaying as she made her way towards them. "There you are." Her hands slid up Green Arrow's chest. "What's she doing here?"

"Visiting." His eyes glittered under the glasses as he watched Chloe watch Dinah's hand slide up his leather-clad body. "Learning."

"Learning what?"

"How to fight."

Oliver grabbed her hand just as she started towards them. "Let's go." He took her to the edge of her mind."She just likes him because of the power."

"C'mon, Ollie. It's got to be more than that. Why do you like her?"

He shrugged. "It's easier than trying to have the real thing. Sometimes I like her because sometimes she reminds me of you." He gave her a quick, beautiful smile and kissed her then pushed her back.

She stopped. "Wait. You can't remember any of this."

"Yeah right. Forget it? Forget you were here?" He smiled. "Not going to happen, Blondie."

"I'm sorry." She bent down and touched the ground.

Oliver screamed as the current touched him and fell to the ground still.

She clenched her jaw and pulled herself out.

Let me know what you think! I'll be working on Seven Years this weekend and hope to get something out by Sunday.