First off I would like to thank each of you for your support of this story and all of the positive feedback and secondly apologize, according to Philip363 and Highlander348 because I posted my original three chapters and removed them anyone whom reviewed the original version wasn't able to review the updates. Hopefully after this chapter all will be back to normal and reviews will work properly, if not I'll seek administrative help.
I love that everyone agrees Oliver's become a bit of a pansy in the 2nd and 3rd seasons because I will never change his MO. He will always be a ruthless killer with a good side, though Bruce and Selina may change it up, we'll see how time effects their Fighting Styles (You'll just have to see if its for better or for worse.)
This is the long awaited chapter for some of you for the sake of this chapter Curare can't be cured by Oliver's magical herb. This episode will focus more on Bruce and Selina's crime fighting while Felicity, Diggle and Oliver grow ever so closer. Now, onto the review responses.
Highlander348: You're just going to see what happens now aren't you? Maybe they'll be the Teen Titans or maybe separate into the Bat-fam and the Arrow-team. For certain it won't happen soon and maybe because I can I'll make the Teen Titans happen in a sequel just to annoy you. About Chloe, Yes, she, Lex and Lionel Luthor will appear in the series but no, Chloe will not be Watchtower, she will continue to co-ordinate the Heroes just not for that post or with that name. Lex will also be entirely good though still a ruthless businessman. He's been trusted with Clark's secret from S1 of Smallville on and held it dearly since. As for Catwoman, this episode should give you a taste of her abilities, hopefully that satisfies you and that you enjoy Selina's style!
DoubleDee068: I'm glad you liked the date and the rest of the Romance. You should enjoy this chapter quite a bit in my opinion.
Also, I don't remember who and I can't find the review but someone mentioned something about a lack of Oliver, Diggle and Felicity interaction and I have to apologize. Diggle is largely useless to me in this story and is only there because I enjoy his dry, sarcastic humor in tough situations. He'll be a bit more prominent toward the end of the story but don't expect a ton of Diggle here.
This is just a shout out to Philip363 because what started as a PM'd review has quickly become an entertaining friendship that's constantly giving me new ideas and ways to go about certain interactions.
If anyone that wants to talk I'm open to it, just hit my PM box and know that I've not seen a majority of Smallville nor Arrow past season 1. All of my knowledge of any events subsequent are via Wikia or other fiction's spoilers so there may be minor plot holes in some of the Smallville references I make and if you point them out I'll fix them asap.
Now, onto the Lone Gunman.
"James Holder. You have failed this city." Oliver's arrow was notched and at full tension as Bruce and Selina surrounded the ex-businessman from either side.
They stood on the open rooftop connected to Holder's penthouse with Holder's men dead or nearly so surrounding them. Two men floated in the pool drowned, another had a bottle smashed into his face, a third had been pinned to the bathroom door with an arrow to the sternum. The air reeked of blood, alcohol and gun powder from all of the bullets Holder's body guards missed.
Needless to say, James Holder was screwed with a one way ticket to hell.
"Please, I don't know who's in Tempest. I swear, I reported to-" James was interrupted by the whistle of a silenced bullet that pierced his heart perfectly. Oliver swore under his breath, quickly easing his bow's tension and pulling Holder behind cover while Bruce scanned the buildings with his cowl's heads up display. Holder gasped and coughed violently as Oliver held the dying man trying to coax a name from the man's last moments.
"Got him, fifty seventh story of the old Starworks Hotel." Bruce announced as Oliver dropped the man who finally fell to his final rest without a word. Oliver reached into his quiver for an arrow while Selina and pulled the zip line from her belt. With the wire attached and the arrow notched Oliver sent his shot to the exact window Bruce had pointed out. With the shot snagging through the window Oliver tied the rope around a support beam of the reinforced canopy clipped on his belt and slid across the open city gap quickly followed by Selina and Bruce.
None dared to look down as the sounds of racing traffic that failed to notice the on goings above them floated up to their ears. Slipping across and into the open window the trio scanned the open floor for any evidence of a shooter. There were plastic tarps hanging randomly from the ceiling providing easy cover for the mysterious assassin to disappear. Oliver and Selina quickly took to searching the rest of the floor while Bruce searched for an indication of the man's identity or whereabouts near his firing point.
Selina and Oliver quickly split up and cautiously made their ways through the tarps to find the shooter. When shots rang out barely missing Oliver he fired arrow after arrow in the direction the shots had come from while Selina and Bruce ran toward where the loud bullets rang out from. As they finally traced the shots they found a Beretta pistol step up on a remote tripod and this time silenced rounds barely registered their attention.
While Bruce and Selina found the tripod the mysterious assassin came up behind Oliver with his rifle raised. Oliver had moments to react before the shot rang out and pierced his shoulder easily. Oliver had faced much worse injuries and barely let the burning pain flood him with adrenaline as he quickly countered the assassin blow for blow with his bow while knocking him around slightly.
Before Oliver was able to subdue the assassin the man fired another round into Oliver's thigh. This time the burning sensation from both wounds was too much for the tortured archer as he dropped to the ground writhing in pain. With his work done the assassin disappeared just as Bruce and Selina slid from the tarps and found Oliver shivering violently.
Bruce stopped to check on Oliver while Selina tore off after the Assassin who'd vanished through the tarps. Bruce picked up his friend and threw his arm over Bruce's shoulder as he led him toward the exit to get him back to the Cave to be patched up. Bruce trusted that Selina would be able to track the Assassin down. She was by far the best tracker he'd ever met.
"How the hell'd happened?" Felicity shouted as the Bat-mobile rolled into the cave and Bruce extracted a now sweaty and shivering Oliver and deposited him on the examination table. They had removed his hood and he had long since sweated off the green paint around his eyes. Felicity took to removing his suit the moment Bruce stepped back to let Diggle examine his wounds.
"An assassin killed Holder just as he was about to talk, we went after him and Oliver found him." Bruce summed up the night quickly for the duo before he sat back and watched the scene unfold. They had been in an internal panic since the moment they found Oliver laying on the ground bleeding.
The moment the suit was unzipped and his chest was bare to the world Felicity gasped in shock. His shoulder would was covered in blood mixed with a slimy green substance and they could easily guess the leg wound looked similar. The group was no stranger to poison so Bruce quickly set out to track the Assassin with Selina and find the proper poison while Felicity and Diggle focused on sustaining Oliver until they could synthesize and antidote.
Oliver barely managed a pained gasp as Felicity tried to clean his wound. Most poisons didn't take long to take full effect but Bruce knew about Oliver's training, and that he'd survived worse poisons than the one in him now. The League didn't account for failure and neither would Bruce, Oliver had to survive. That was the only thought on the billionaire's mind as he climbed back into the Bat-mobile and sped out toward Starling.
"Don't die Oliver. Please don't die." Felicity smiled sadly at the sweaty mess of a Hero on the table in front of her while Diggle removed the rest of his suit and started to clean his other wounds. Felicity could only hope that Bruce and Selina would find the cure in time when Oliver's attempt at a smile fell into a pained grimace before his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious.
Oliver's training had been going well since his canonization. He'd taken to the blades almost as naturally as he had the bow. The young, innocent castaway that had arrived on Lian Yu was long gone, forever replaced by the hardened survivor the past years had made him. His time fighting against Fyers' plans were trying, surviving Ivo's captivity was arduous but now, living under Ra's Al Ghul's reign was hellish.
Broken bones, vicious torture and months of indoctrination had bred the perfect weapon, the expert Assassin known as The Green Arrow. Before his complete inauguration to the League Oliver had to survive one final test, a deadly poison called VX. A popular nerve agent used by Governments in Chemical Warfare and a United Nations verified WMD. Ten milligrams proved fatal to the human body.
The League's final test had Oliver knocked unconscious and left in a enclosed cell on their only ship. Each hour a half cup of water was placed in the room containing One milligram of VX. Should Oliver refuse to drink, five-hundred gas would be emptied into the room via closed circuit ventilation system. So, like all other trainees, Oliver drank down the cups and let his health decline. By the sixth cup most trainees' could barely sit up straight and yet Oliver remained standing. He refused to succumb after all that he'd been through.
After everything he'd done with Slade, with Shado, with Anatoly. After all that he'd endured from Ra's Al Ghul Oliver refused to become a body tossed on the shore without a thought. He would be a survivor, a legend, a hero.
The room was an off-white cream color with nothing, no bed, no chair nor a window, just Oliver. His head freshly buzzed, his beard completely removed and dressed in medical scrubs. He knew that he would have to fight to survive, this was not a test for the weak. Like the Mirakuru it was as much a test of character as it was a test of strength.
The agent started with profuse sweating and uncontrollable muscle twitches and as the dosage increased became violent sickness and intense nausea. As the dosage rose higher Oliver was unable to stop his nose from pouring and was barely able to draw full breath. When all hope seemed lost, and Oliver's vision began to fail at the height of the ninth milligram before the final milligram was administered he found himself drawing slow breathes and seeing only memories as the sounds around him faded.
He believed himself lost with no point left. He had failed his father. He had failed Sara. He failed Shado and barely defeated Slade. His thoughts turned dark as he realized that he might not be the hero he'd hoped to become. He was nothing anymore, nothing but a faceless body on the dunes of a lost island when finally the light came back and so did a pleasant voice echoing in his ears, the words unregistered but still effective.
Bruce followed Selina's directions and found her perched cautiously on the rooftop of an apartment building staring down into a loft window when he approached and crouched beside her. Selina had tracked the assassin to a low rent apartment building in the Glades where he was staying in the unused loft. The streets around them screamed of crimes waiting to happen or already happening but the duo had to override their heroic instincts and save their friend first.
Without this poison a cure was impossible and that meant a slow and possibly agonizing death for Oliver. Neither Selina nor Bruce would let that happen if they had a choice.
Selina filled Bruce in on the Assassin's moves from leaving the high rise to parking a block away and walking with a briefcase in hand. The man was in appearance was an average looking thirty something year old with short brown hair and light stubble. She had managed to snag a decent picture of him with a thousand yard stare that could kill a small animal just from the sight of it. It did little to deter Bruce or Selina from the plan they'd been forming until the rooms lights went out.
Unsure if the Assassin had left or gone to bed considering the early morning hour the duo decided it was better to act sooner than later and return to Oliver too late. Selina slunk down the pipes of the alley quickly and across the empty street while Bruce watched silently from the rooftops in case she was attacked. She made it to the adjacent alleyway without detection and Bruce quickly followed choosing to glide across the streets with his cloak-glider.
Selina silently crept up the pipes along the alley she'd run to while Bruce perched silently on the rooftop of the mysterious assassin's loft apartment. He was peaking silently into the ceiling windows as Selina silently crept toward him.
"He's home." Bruce confirmed without turning back to Selina. She had taken an annoyed stance with her hands on her hips as she waited impatiently for Bruce's go ahead to sneak in and kill the man. "And awake." This came as a surprise Selina and Bruce both. What kind of assassin sat in the dark in front of a computer just as they'd executed a target.
"Shit." Selina cursed as she stepped forward and noticed the rifle propped up directly beside him. She had no doubt that one small noise would bring the gun to the man's shoulder, ready to fire in moments.
The assassin sat silently at his small, untraceable computer connected to the deep-web typing furiously. He seemed to be growling at the screen from the way he continued to anxiously tap the desk and glare at the computer screen. He didn't seem to be getting the news that he wanted and that meant good things for them. Anger was easy to manipulate, especially a gunman. A few tiny speakers that would amplify Selina's voice could be tossed in the open window and drive the man insane. If the man's gun was trained on the direction of the voices he wouldn't notice the two dark figures slinking into his makeshift house.
And that's exactly what they did, Selina tossed the tiny little gifts from Lucius into the room and smiled as she thought of taunts.
"Hey, you call yourself a professional assassin!" Selina's voice echoed from where one of the speakers landed on the bed. Lucius had been careful when creating the devices, a connector in her belt had to be pressed to activate the device. Like a blue tooth Oracle was then able to select the nearest speaker and connect it. Luckily Diggle had taken a momentary break from Oliver to assist them when they called back to the Cave.
It was time to get Oliver his cure or die trying.
Felicity never once considered climbing into her chair and helping Bruce and Selina, not with the way Oliver was shivering and shaking from fever and anguish. She simply couldn't leave him thought Alfred assured her there was nothing he could do. He'd long since been stripped down to his boxers and laid on the operating table. Alfred stood silently beside Dig as he monitored Bruce and Selina's infiltration of the Assassin's loft. The duo had resigned themselves to helping Oliver more actively while Felicity chose to stubbornly cling to his hand.
Felicity blocked the image of Bruce and Selina fighting the man responsible from her mind as she looked down at Oliver. What if one of them were also shot? What if both of them were shot and the Assassin managed to escape? Felicity would have no one but John and Alfred, and as much as she loved her cousin Chloe she couldn't move to Metropolis and feed off of Lex Luthor's money. Sure Bruce took care of her and made sure she had money for whatever she needed but that was in exchange for her work as Oracle, she couldn't be Oracle if Bruce died on the job. A job she was currently ignoring in favor of watching the man that had quickly captured her attention cringe, toss and turn as he begin to suffocate.
Just after Bruce had arrived as Selina's location Oliver's lungs began to collapse. Alfred wasted no time connecting the breathing mask to the still unconscious Billionaire ex-Playboy. That sight of Oliver with a breathing mask and a heart monitor had terrified Felicity. Not only did Oliver not have the ability to breath on his own but it meant that his body was beginning to shut down.
She didn't know what to do or how she was supposed to help Oliver. Diggle had taken over her position on the computer when she couldn't find the will to move and now that she could move she found she didn't want to. The Blonde Genius quickly considered how she would help her fellow Blondy and soon found herself sitting comfortably on a chair from the Study. Alfred had brought it down a long while ago and she'd ignored its existence until her calves began to burn from constant standing and pacing.
Now she sat silently with Oliver's limp hand wrapped tightly in Felicity's strong grip simply willing the man to survive the ordeal. He wasn't allowed to die yet. Oliver hadn't survived five years literally in Purgatory just to die in his first month back. She just couldn't help herself as a tear began to fall as she thought about Oliver's pain and suffering at the hands of this Assassin. Part of her hoped Selina would shoot him with his own bullets just so he could feel the pain himself.
Oliver's days were what some considered nightmares. He spent his days training with the League avoiding thoughts of Sara, Shado and most of all Slade. Sara had meant the world to him, he had thought she was the only woman he could love. Shado had become his impromptu sister while Slade had become his brother, his mentor and his best friend. Shado's death haunted him, Sara's death had scarred him and Slade's betrayal had destroyed him.
Any remnants of Oliver Queen, Playboy Trustifarian with more notches on his belt than he could remember were dead. Out of Slade's betrayal bred a new Oliver Queen, one who was determined to fight, survive and live to better the world. His purpose, his focus was to destroy men like Fyers' and Ivo before they could destroy more lives and that's what Ra's had been preparing him for.
He either spent his time practicing his shot, barefoot free-running, doing combat training or all of the above together. Of the five recruits that had been 'chosen' only Oliver had survived the final test and he that made him determined to survive the harshest trainings, endure the most brutal beatings. There was not a thing Ra's could do to deter Oliver's path. He was set on becoming the best Assassin the League had ever seen and was quickly accomplishing that fact.
"Ollie." A smooth voice interrupted his thoughts as he ran through the jungle. He was in the midst of training and his vision began to blur just as an Assassin jumped out in front of him.
"Oliver, please wake up." The voice pleaded again and Oliver felt the familiarity in the tone. For a moment he remembered Sara but her voice didn't sound like that. She had been more serious, less girly in the days before her death. She wouldn't have taken the tone of voice that begged for him silently.
"You need to wake up Oliver." The voice again repeated but this time the tears infiltrated her words and made Oliver stop for a moment. Who would be crying for him? He wasn't someone people should care for he was a monster, an Assassin and a damned good one.
Bruce and Selina had chased off the Assassin but failed to kill him. Taking his rifle and laptop he escaped into the night luckily leaving behind a second briefcase hidden under the bed that contained vials of the poison and thankfully an antidote. At break neck speeds the duo flew towards Wayne manor, more precisely the hidden water-fall entrance a mile away that acted as a garage door.
With purposeful strides the two slid out of their car and toward Oliver and a weeping Felicity. When she heard their approach she stepped back quickly and wiped her eyes dry. She was pretending to play strong for her companion and neither would dare comment on her tear stained cheeks.
"Did you get it?" Felicity tried to ask without too much emotion and obviously failed miserably when Selina gave her a quick, pitying glance before nodding and opening the unnoticed brief case beside Oliver's head and extracting a small vial of a viscous green liquid. Alfred stepped forward and quickly took the bottle and filled a syringe before pressing to remove the air bubbles.
With a quick yet precise jab to the carotid artery Alfred injected the antidote and removed the needle. "Should be 'bout an hour 'fore he wakes." Alfred reminded the people surrounding the table while he and Diggle stood by the computer screen and monitored street cams for the Assassin.
The wait was killing them. For fifty-six minutes Felicity, Selina and Bruce paced back and forth, swore like sailors and curse all deities for allowing Oliver and thus vicariously the trio to endure such torment. The last four minutes were spent in hushed silence sitting around Oliver's bedside waiting for him to wake up. Over the past hour his body had begun to improve, first the fever passed then the sweating stopped followed by Oliver regaining the ability to breathe himself.
His body was already well on the recovery path and they were certain it wouldn't take long for him to fully recover. Bruce had reassured them that Oliver had survived worse than the poison which they discovered was called Curare but Felicity had assumed he was just trying to ease her obvious nerves. There was no way she was going to survive the teasing that would follow Oliver's survival and awakening but at the moment she couldn't find a care in the world. All that mattered in that moment was Oliver's survival.
With that thought in mind Felicity reverted into herself and began to consider her feelings for the kind, polite, mysterious Archer that had recent invaded her life. How could she feel so deeply for a man that she barely knew and had only been out with once, as friends. Sure that night had been extremely unorthodox but so was Oliver himself, for all Felicity knew the man considered that a date.
Felicity sat in silent contemplation with her hand and Oliver's tightly intertwined as she waited for her Archer to open his eyes. Whatever was between them didn't matter at that moment, they could figure it out once he woke up.
Oliver didn't know where he was, how he'd gotten there or why he was there but he knew that he was extremely uncomfortable and the lights above him were too bright. With a long groan from the lingering pain in his shoulder and thigh Oliver tried to sit up only to be pushed back down gently. That's when he noticed Selina, Bruce and Felicity crowded around him and Alfred and Diggle wandering over slowly and a gentle hand wrapped in his on Felicity's side of the table.
"Mornin' Sunshine, have a nice nap?" Bruce grinned cheekily earning a hard cuff on the head from Selina. The Model-looking Brunette glared the fiercest daggers Oliver had ever seen at her Raven-haired counterpart before turning to Oliver with a teary eye. "We thought you were going to die for a while there."
Well, Oliver had to admire the honesty as he let out a soft chuckle before turning his head to the familiar Blonde that had so thoroughly captured his attention.
She looked terrible, yet beautiful at the same time. Her hair, usually pulled in a tight ponytail was half pulled out of the hair-tie and framed her face beautifully. Her deep cerulean blue eyes were blood shot and her cheeks were stained from tear tracks but the look she gave him was one of pure relief and adoration. It was a look Oliver never wanted to fade. Her clothes were disheveled, her skirt was creased from constantly standing, sitting, pacing and leaning against the operation table. Her shirt was obviously the only thing she had to wipe her tears with from the slightly dry wet patches in her neck line.
Not only did she look beautiful amid the unkempt appearance, but she looked like an entirely separate person from the well-kept tech genius Bruce had boasted. She looked like she, cared, about him, and that gave him hope. Maybe he wasn't lost, maybe not all of him died on Lian Yu like he'd so previously thought.
Maybe. Just maybe he stood a chance at having some semblance of a normal life. Well as normal a life as the heir of Queen Consolidated and night-time Vigilante could.
Oliver was up and wandering before the hour was up. Though the Bat-family was able to convince him to take it easy and rest inside Wayne Manor he did so begrudgingly and with as much fuss as possible. Fuss that his impromptu care-giver Felicity refused to stand for. After wandering back into the den and finding Oliver doing push ups for the fourth time Felicity forced him to lay on the couch with the remote beside him and herself seated at the edge of the couch with his feet across her lap.
It was an oddly intimate position for the girl that was 'supposed' to be his nurse. Had it been anyone other than Felicity Oliver would have continued to fuss and bother but Oliver couldn't chance annoying her. She was the only woman he knew that would openly accept him for who he was, hell she already had.
Oliver was growing bored of the limitless channels that Bruce's TV offered, they'd gone through everything: Four separate Crime Scene Investigation dramas, two hospital soap operas, a hockey game, a high school drama, a sci-fi action drama and the various history-based dramas. It was that day that Oliver decided he hated television unless it was the news reporting the latest major crime committed by the Black Mask's organization.
They'd stumbled across one anchor, a girl named Lois Lane reporting on the Black Mask's connection to the Starling dock's corruption scandal and Oliver had turned the TV up louder to hear. Her report mentioned a man named Martin Summers who allegedly took money from the Mask to allow Guns, Drugs and People to pass through his dock unregistered but the Police had been unable to connect him or the Mask to the crime.
"Well, I guess we have our next target." Oliver grinned at Felicity who turned to him with a pointed look that told him she was serious.
Oliver had meant it jokingly assuming they'd be choosing from the list like they did with Holder and apparently before his arrival but if Felicity was serious about taking down Summers the rest of the family had no choice. Not only could Felicity single handedly make the Family take out whomever she wanted by sheer willpower, but she could convince them to do it voluntarily as long as she provided a decent reason that included the List or Crime with evidence.
"I should probably go tell Bruce." Oliver tried to climb off the couch before Felicity could stop him but the Smartest Person the young Archer had ever met seemingly anticipated his actions and locked her arms around his waist and yanked him back onto the couch beside her.
"Not today, Oliver." Felicity said as she put a hand firmly on his chest to stop him, and maybe, just a little feel the muscles under his shirt that she'd seen so often recently. Felicity thought hard for a moment, considering the best ways to hold him to the couch Felicity quickly ruled out option after option as ridiculous or illogical before one finally came to mind. It was sort of all or nothing, either he accepted it or rejected it and her in the same action. She, Felicity Smoak, was going to cuddle with Oliver Queen.
Oliver spend that time admiring Felicity's beautiful, perfect features. The soft contours of her face, her beautiful, bright red lips, the way her hair fell naturally over her shoulder. She'd taken the ponytail out as soon as Oliver had frustrated her to the point where she now chose to sit with him and restrain him to the couch. Oliver couldn't help but feel like he was staring at the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. But she wasn't just attractively beautiful, she was the type of beautiful that had seen the dark parts of his soul. She witnessed him murder dozens of people, most Criminals, but still People and chose to continue to help him, and Bruce and Selina obviously.
When her body crashed down softly against his Oliver was in a state of shock where his body went tense. He couldn't really believe that Felicity had chosen to lay with him. That in itself told him more than he'd ever thought he'd know about Felicity's feelings. When she decided to climb back up after a minute of Oliver's body staying tense his hands shot to her waist and held her still.
"Sorry, it's been a long time since I was cuddled, I'm okay, promise." And Felicity felt like the biggest idiot in the world, she hadn't taken into account he was diagnosed with PTSD or the fact that he was unused to people getting close to him for long periods of time.
She simply remembered the way his arm wrapped around her comfortably at Tommy's and she wanted to feel that again. So she fell down again, this time much more apprehensively before coming to rest on Oliver's rough, muscled chest. She shifted slightly until she was comfortable and able to see the TV as Oliver surfed through the three-hundreds of the nine hundred channels. She didn't care what they watched as long as she got to stay cuddling Oliver.
That was how Oliver woke early that morning from possibly the deepest sleep he'd had since before the Island. After his first week on Lian Yu Oliver had forgotten what a decent sleep honestly felt like. Waking from the best rest he'd had in almost five years he noticed the unfamiliar yet welcome weight on his chest and waist. With a quick glance Oliver recognized the blonde mess of hair and realized that he and Felicity had slept together on the couch, fully clothed.
He simply smiled down at her as she slept and began combing her hair behind her ear to let him see her face. The young Billionaire was content to admire the beautiful woman in his arms as he hoped this would happen more often. She had lulled him into the deepest sleep he'd ever had, that in itself was an invaluable trait.
One that Oliver was sure he'd never take advantage of. No, Oliver was going to be all in with Felicity Smoak. He wouldn't give up until she allowed him to give him everything he had to offer. He would never go back to being the guy that dated a girl, and her sister at the same time. Never again, playboy Oliver had died on the Queen's Gambit, and the New Oliver for once, was thankful for his time on the Island.
It gave him a chance with her because it had made him grow up. Perhaps a bit too much considering his new night job, but still, without his 'new job' he never would have met the girl resting in his arms.
Well Folks, there's chapter 3, the Lone Gunman. I'm sorry it takes so long to post these chapters, I wrote three drafts of Fights with Floyd and hated them all, one between Bruce, Selina, and Lawton, one between Oliver and Lawton and one between Oliver, Lawton and Bruce, and they all sucked. I also struggled to write the Nerve Gas scene. idk why I was so intent on writing it, I guess felt it gave the League a bit of a sinister edge.
Sorry, I was feeling a tad fluffy while writing the chapter. I promise the next chapter will be action-packed.
For the Olicity fans lemme know what you thought of this chapter, I want to know if I'm doing it right. Romance is one of my weaker genres.
So what do you guys think review and let me know? I know Selina still hasn't really fought anyone, but Oliver and her are going on Patrol in the next chapter so expect a fight or two there, and they may or may not discover a new Vigilante duo and they could or could not fight them, depends on my mood ;) ALSO! Bruce and Oliver ponder Oliver's new business while Lex Luthor and Chloe Sullivan stop in for a small cameo to talk business and visit family!
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