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AN: This chapter's got swearing. Some are offended. Just warning you.
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He couldn't tackle the nightmares. There isn't anything he can do for the times Bart wakes up, screaming, except hold him until he goes back to sleep. He's found Bart in the kitchen several times during the nights, drinking a warm glass of milk even though it doesn't help. He hated that the only thing that would help the nightmares was time.
He could however fight the source of the nightmares. Hearing that Bart's father had gotten into the building using Troy's ID, Oliver stepped up security and enforced new measures to prevent people from getting around on stolen IDs. Now, everyone also had to give a password and a fingerprint that coincide with the ID. A perfect still frame of his father hadn't been caught, but using several images, they composited a photo to pass around security. AC, Clark and Vic had been told about him, not about the Ridge, but about him killing his wife and coming for Bart.
"His name's Don Allen. He's wanted in the connection of Meloni Allen's death. If anyone sees him in the building again, call the police and then call me. I want to be informed of the situation," Oliver ordered to the Chief of Security. He finished the call and saw Bart waiting in the doorframe. "Hey, you ready to go?"
"Might as well get it over with," Bart said with an air of gloom.
"It's just a dentist appointment."
"I have bad experiences with the dentist."
"Well, you need to take care of your teeth if you need to eat the roughly five thousands calories you eat a day."
"It's not five thousand calories."
"Yeah, it's more like eight thousand," AC joked, coming through a side room. He was holding a duffel bag.
Bart took a swing and lightly hit his arm. "Where are you going?" he asked. They all entered the elevator.
"Beach. Met some dudes yesterday named Dick and Logan. Going to go surfing."
"You surf?" Bart asked.
"They're surfing. I'm swimming." The elevator stopped on the first floor. "Later," he ended, getting out into the street.
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"Bart's lucky. He doesn't have in the much in way of cavities; his enamel's worn though. I would suggest replacing his toothpaste with something to help it. Getting mouthwash that replaces enamel would be a good bet also," the dentist said after leading Bart back into the waiting room. Oliver thanked the dentist and they walked out to the crowded streets.
"Hey, Ollie, want to stop for a bite?" Bart motioned over to a hole in the wall restaurant. Oliver noted it was a Mexican restaurant and reluctantly agreed. Ordering three plates of food, one for Oliver, drew many stares. Bart had his done while Oliver had half of his finished.
"You need to learn to chew. Or at least make it seem like you're chewing." Oliver pushed back his plate after eating about two-thirds of the way through. He paid for the meal and they walked back out.
Back at the towers, they were about to go into the offices when the main secretary stopped them. "Mr. Queen, someone's waiting in your office," she announced.
"Who are they?" he asked.
"There was a lawyer, an officer and someone else."
"All right, Bart, stay here." Oliver walked into the office. In the second of opening the door, Bart caught a glimpse of his father. He hoped he didn't see him.
"Would you like a cookie, Bart?" the secretary asked.
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Landingham." He took a chocolate chip out and started took a bite out of it.
"What can I do for you gentlemen?" Oliver asked as he walked into the room.
A man in a dark grey suit stepped forward. "I talked with you a couple of months ago. My name's Detective Flack," he introduced.
"Of course, you were the one investigating the break-in at city hall. Did you ever catch the man?" he asked, shaking his hand.
"Naw, the guy's not in our databases. Actually, I'm here because of these two," he gestured, pointing to the other two.
The other man in a suit came forward. "My name's Norman Seaborn. I'm here representing Theodore Thawne, who is fighting for the guardianship of Bart Allen," he said, motioning to the man at his right.
"Theodore Thawne?" Oliver asked. His eyes weren't comprehending the fact that the man, who was actually Don Allen, had managed to squirrel his way in when everyone had a picture taped to their desk.
"Meloni was my sister. It was a tragedy what happened to her, especially what she was going through in losing Bart. As soon as I heard Bart was…" he paused, trying to think of the right words, "here, I had to see for myself. Our mother was devastated that she lost a grandchild and then a child."
"I'm sorry for your loss, but what makes you think that Bart's here with me?" He's a good actor to fool the officer. Oliver thought.
"That would be me," Flack directed, "I was trying to find enemies of Bart's by running him through several databases and he came up on the missing and exploited list for children. Per my duty, I called the relatives to find out any information. Mr. Thawne came out to meet me."
Oliver looked at 'Theodore.' "Why exactly are you here?"
"I wanted to see if it was possible to get Bart back to the family."
"Mr. Thawne, I am sorry for the lost your family has suffered, but it would be better for Bart if he stayed here with me."
"For what reason?"
"Security. Bart would be better protected here."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem. If no one knows the connection between you and Bart…" Seaborn started.
"There will always be the threat. It's too much of a risk. I'm sorry, but Bart's staying here."
Seaborn reached into his briefcase for something. "I knew it was going to come down to this." He handed several papers to Oliver. "These are orders to remove Bart from your care and to be placed with his biological family until we can go to court. Everything's in order and we are ready to take him with us."
"Bart's not going anywhere until my lawyer looks at these papers."
"I watched Judge Gallner sign those papers himself. He noted nothing wrong with them," Flack said.
"Detective Flack is also here to enforce those papers," Seaborn noted.
"While you guys are discussing the schematics of my nephew's fate, I'm going to go talk to him," 'Theodore' said.
"I'll join ya. Get myself a cup of coffee while I'm at it," Flack said. They both walked out of the office.
'Theodore' searched the office until spotting Bart talking to a young man about a foot taller than him. "Bart, remember your Uncle Teddy?" he shouted.
Bart hid behind the young man. "Bart, what's wrong?" he asked.
"My mom was an only child and Dad had a sister. I don't have an Uncle Teddy, Clark," he told him, "That's my dad." Clark Kent stood a little straighter and moved himself in front of Bart.
"Bart? Are you okay?" he asked, still trying to act like the caring uncle. He was trying to see around Clark, who kept moving to hide Bart."I'm sorry, could you please move so I can see my nephew?"
"Sorry, he just told me you're not his uncle. He doesn't have an Uncle Teddy."
"Hey, what's going on here?" Flack asked, catching the whole conversation.
Bart spoke behind Clark. "His real name's Don Allen. He killed my mom, Meloni." At that point, Don emerged and pulled out a gun and pointed it at Clark.
Flack pulled out his own gun. "Freeze, put your hands up," he ordered, pointing it at Don. Clark used the moment to hold the gun and wretch it out of his grasp. He had no choice but to run out the front doors. Flack followed.
Don had a car over on the other side of the block that was going to pick him and Bart up as soon as Seaborn left. He got to the middle of the cross section of the alley when something hit him in the face. Oliver was standing to the side, holding a destroyed tangerine box. He was breathing heavily and rage that he had been holding in flowed out.
He bent down on the pretense of checking to see if he was awake to deliver a few choice words. "I don't know what type of fucking father you are to beat up your child and then raping him after not seeing him in a while, but if you ever come after Bart again, it won't be the police you'll have to worry about. It will be me and you won't have to worry about hell because you'll be living it before your death," he hissed. He then collected the last bit of calm he had to face Flack, who was slowing down. "He's fine," he announced, going back inside to let Flack deal with him.
Bart was waiting by Clark until he saw Oliver come back in. "Is he…" he asked.
"He's going to jail. Flack just arrested him." Bart walked over to Oliver and Oliver pulled him into a one armed hug.
"What will be the charges?" Clark asked.
"They'll probably start with the attempted kidnap of Bart. If they find any more evidence linking him to Meloni's death, they'll charge him for that, too," Oliver stated.
"I hope this is the last of him," Bart said.
"So do I."
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Woo hoo. This is one of my longest chapters yet. And all the references. I was having too much fun. Reed please. (he he. Reed (No, I'm not going to be grammatically correct this time. :P ) Review pretty please.
