A/N: Super duper sorry for the delay. No excuse, just an apology. But how amazing was Wednesday's episode? It's really building up to the end of the season. I can't wait. I'm just hoping Felicity's dad isn't who I think Felicity's dad is.

I am not a comic book genius at all. I just watch movies and TV shows. Christian Bale is my favorite Batman. I'm not well versed in the comic book world, so this is just a fun chapter about Oliver being jealous (since we just got a taste of Felicity being jealous last chapter).

Let me know what you think. Thanks you, always, for the reviews/favorites/follows. The amount amazes me every time! Happy Reading!

Chapter 7

"What is with you and superheroes?" Oliver asked as he and Felicity twirled around the Gala's dance floor. QC was holding a fundraiser for Glades General Hospital.

Felicity chuckled, "I don't know what you're talking about, Oliver," Felicity responded coyly, trying to hide her mirth, "Bruce Wayne seemed nice enough."

Oliver's pull on her waist intensified, "Don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you. I understood and accepted extending an invitation to Barry." Oliver glanced over Felicity's head, fixing his gaze on something Felicity couldn't see, "By the way, he may boast about how quick he is, but I've caught him multiple times staring at you." Oliver's steely expression made her want to laugh, but she knew he wouldn't take that well. His jealousy was adorable.

"Oliver, you can't still be jealous of Barry," she brought their joined hands up to his cheek, "I love you, no one else." She then leaned up and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Oliver scoffed at her suggestion, "I've never been jealous of Barry."

Felicity rolled her eyes and laughed a little too loud as people began to stare in their direction, "You are the worst liar, Oliver Queen, just the absolute worst," then Felicity mocked his voice, "Why is this in a syringe? I ran out of water bottles. My coffee shop is in a bad neighborhood."

Oliver stopped their dance, "Are you making fun of me, Miss Smoak?"

Felicity feigned seriousness, "Oh, I would never do that. No."

They began to twirl again, "Barry wouldn't be as bad if Bruce Wayne wasn't oogling you during this entire dance."

"Oh, Oliver, no one is oogling me, except maybe you. Besides, Bruce Wayne brought some leggy model with him tonight. He's also probably scared of your "Arrow" voice."

"Ha, you are the most beautiful woman here and if it wouldn't risk our night job I would threaten every man here with my so called "Arrow" voice along with a couple of actual arrows, too." Oliver was staring at all of those men he planned to arrow.

"Hey, eyes on me, Arrow boy," she barked at him, "Green isn't such a flattering color on you." A heartily laugh escaped from Oliver, "Well, actually green is a very good, sexy, amazing color on you, but you know, of course, that I'm really talking about you being green with jealousy not green as in your sexy crime fighting outfit. I'm not quite sure why I keep calling it your sexy crime fighting outfit. Maybe I should just stop talking now."

Oliver laughed, "What is with you and superheroes?"

One hour earlier...

Felicity and Oliver had just arrived at the Gala, fighting off the blinding flashes of light bulbs. Felicity spotted Thea and Roy as soon as they walked in. Roy looked absolutely uncomfortable. Felicity walked over and bumped her hip into Roy, "What's wrong, Junior, what's got your hoodie in a bunch?" They teased each other frequently. Felicity had come up with the Junior nickname in retaliation of him calling her Barbie. Roy was the little brother Felicity never wanted.

"I hate these parties and this monkey suit," he yanked at his bow tie, "The food and people are fake."

"I'll let you in on our secret," Felicity whispered as Roy laughed, "I mean our other secret. After these parties, Oliver and I head over to Big Belly Burger with Digg. You and Thea are more than welcome to join us."

"I'll count down the minutes," he was serious.

Felicity spotted Oliver talking to some of Starling City's elite, no doubt trying his absolute best to squeeze out more money for the hospital, he still held some residual guilt for The Glades.

"I'm going to grab a drink at the bar, need anything?" Roy declined so Felicity walked over by herself.

Just steps before the bar, Felicity was stopped by the Flash.

Barry beamed, happy to run into the blonde, "Felicity, it's so great to see you," Barry then leaned in for a hug and Felicity returned it. The two of them had not be able to talk much recently as they were both busy saving their respective cities. "How are you? How's Oliver, how is everything?"

"He's great actually, we're great," Felicity's smile lit up the room anytime she talked about her and Oliver, "The day and night jobs are going well. How is everything in Central City?" The small talk seemed awkward and Felicity wasn't exactly sure why. Barry told Felicity about how his own team was coming together and finding their groove. She then excused herself, telling him she would find him later on and continued to the bar.

Felicity ordered two glasses of red wine, making sure she had a reason to save Oliver. Just as she turned around, Felicity ran into someone, spilling the win all over.

"Oh my, I'm sorry," Felicity grabbed napkins without looking and started to wipe down the man's suit jacket.

"Well, well, well, if all I had to do was bump into and you'd put your hands all over me, then I would have knocked into you sooner," a deep voice came from high above Felicity's head.

Felicity felt a little awkward at the man's clear and forward attempt to flirt with her. "Sometimes I can be really clumsy. I apologize for the mess." Felicity then tried to leave, but the mysterious man grabbed her arm pulling her back into conversation.

"Why the hurry? The least you could do is have a friendly conversation with me after attacking me with your wine," Felicity had to hold her laughter in. The man was clearly trying to impress her with his charm. He apparently had no idea who she was or, more importantly, who her boyfriend was.

"Again, I'm sorry for spilling the wine, but I must -" Felicity wasn't able to finish.

"Excuse me for being presumptuous, but a pretty blonde like you shouldn't be alone here. I'd be glad to keep you company all night long," Felicity scoffed at the nerve this man had.

Fortunately, her boyfriend had impeccable timing, "Don't worry, Wayne, she has plenty of company for the night and I'd greatly appreciate it if you would take your hands off my girlfriend." Felicity could hear the hard edge his voice was giving off towards the other man.

Bruce Wayne sent a smirk back in Oliver's direction as he placed his hands back at his side. "I had no idea you two were dating."

"Yes," Oliver placed a kiss to Felicity's temple, "This is Felicity Smoak. Felicity, this is Bruce Wayne."

"Queen, you never mentioned you were dating this beautiful creature. It's very nice to meet you, Miss Smoak, although my suit most likely disagrees with that sentiment." Felicity knew who Bruce Wayne was and how filthy rich he is, too.

"Are the two of you friends?" She asked, innocently.

Bruce chuckled, "Not exactly. I don't know if you're familiar with my work, Miss Smoak, but Oliver and I have had several meetings about forming a sort of League." He ushered the group to a nearby table, away from prying ears.

Felicity lowered her voice, "What League?" Oliver had never discussed these meetings with her.

"We're concerned that Ra's al Ghul is looking to target Gotham City again," Oliver interjected, "or if he will choose to exact vengeance on Starling City or somewhere else."

"So, we've been gathering special "people," if you want to call us that, who can work together to combat his forces," Bruce explained.

Felicity was quiet for a moment, which worried Oliver. He knew not telling her was going to lead to an argument, but it was one he was willing to have. Ra's al Ghul's threat could be serious, he didn't, he couldn't risk Felicity. "I had planned to tell you and Diggle, but we're only in the initial planning phase. Clark Kent from Metropolis is leading the charge."

"It sounds like the Avengers," Felicity finally broke her silence. She loved that movie, particularly Thor and Iron Man and Captain America. Really all of the male superheroes were incredibly handsome, much like her own hero.

Bruce brushed off the comparison, "It's nothing like the Avengers. It's more sophisticated, because I'm involved." Felicity decided she liked Bruce Wayne. His candor was unique even if it sort of reminded her of the persona that Oliver Queen portrayed as the playboy.

Oliver placed his hand on Felicity's lower back, urging her away from Batman, "Well, Wayne, I'm sure I'll see you soon, but Felicity and I are going to see if we can work some more money out of people. It's all for a good cause. Make sure you open up your checkbook."

"What is with you and superheroes?"

"Oliver, you're overreacting," Felicity told him seriously, "Besides, I should be the one angry with you for not telling me about these League meetings? How do I not know about them? I create and manage your schedule."

Oliver pulled Felicity closer, leaning down to whisper, "I have my secrets."

She shook her head, "Not from me, you don't."

"I had you schedule them as investor meetings, but instead of actual investors, it's just been me, Wayne and Clark Kent," Oliver then tried to distract her with kisses. He pulled away slowly, still just a hairs width from her, "It all looks legit if I had you schedule an investor meeting and the so called investor is Bruce Wayne. Will you forgive me? I wasn't sure this would even get off the ground. We're not even sure if Ra's al Ghul will show up anywhere. I didn't want to tell you or Digg until I was certain this was for real."

Felicity pulled back, smiling at an older couple who was staring in their direction, "I'll think about forgiving you if you promise not to keep any more secrets." Oliver spun Felicity out from his arms and pulled her back to him.

"I'm just trying to protect you," he couldn't lose her, "I can't lose you. You are my world, Felicity. You keep me grounded and whole. I love you."

"You idiot, I can help protect myself," Felicity wasn't stupid. She knew there were plenty of times she needed help from both Digg and Oliver, "as long as you tell me what is coming, I can do my best to find all the information out there and maybe stay out of trouble." The only way their relationship was going to work was if he didn't worry constantly about her safety. Felicity is an independent woman capable of pepper spraying some thug or using her sweet defensive skills that Digg taught her.

"I know you're strong. I do," he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers, still moving to the music.

Felicity tilted her head back, meeting his lips, "I love you, too," she whispered against them. "Forgiven?" Oliver whispered back. "Forgiven," she replied and they straightened back up, oblivious to all the eyes staring back at the young couple in love.

Oliver spotted Barry staring at his girl again, "It's like you're some sort of magnet," still all growly Oliver.

"Well, baby," Felicity smirked, taking a page out of Oliver's book, "you're the only hero I'm going home with tonight!"

Oliver's only reply, "Damn right!"

A/N: Just another fun little future chapter. I can just imagine Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen competing their entire lives as vigilante billionaires. Let me know what you think. I plan to get you another chapter this weekend!