A/N – Okay this one is a little for the Chlollie lovers out there, I am one of you but I may or may not be going in that direction in this fic…
Oliver
He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Bruce look so relaxed. He remembered the day that Bruce had reluctantly joined the league and every time he'd seen him from that day on the man had had some major clouds hanging over his head. It almost felt dreamlike to see him seated on the couch in head quarters smiling at Bart's stories of the previous mission which had only gone according to plan by shear will and force. Clark was also seated there and he decided cringed inwardly at the glasses in his hand. No one was in uniform, it wasn't really necessary even though most of the time people sported it just in the off chance that someone recognized them coming and going.
"So how are things going with Lois?" Dinah asked Clark and the man of steel himself cowered at just the name.
"Making you pay for taking off like that isn't she," Dinah tried not to laugh.
"Its worse actually, she doesn't acknowledge me at all. It's like she's pretending that nothing happened between before I left, she doesn't even call me Smallville. She just orders me around tells me I'm messing up her leads and then gets kidnapped or falls from a building you know the normal Lois behavior, with none of the perks." He mumbled the last bit under his breath and Oliver couldn't hide the smile. He should have known that Lois wouldn't let that fall by the waist side.
"Do you love her?" Bruce asked, they all looked up at this because Bruce when did not ask personal questions and more than that he did not get involved in group discussions.
"I'm just saying, if you love her than make her remember you. The longer you let her walk around like what you had wasn't what it was the more you'll really start to lose her."
"Good advice from a Billionaire Bachelor," Dinah joked.
"Not a bachelor anymore but thanks for that Dinah," He winked at her and Oliver was certain that Dinah was about to faint.
"You're kidding, has Batman found his Batwoman?" Bart laughed and Bruce only smiled.
"I cannot believe how phenomenal this woman is, it's like somehow they managed to pack brains, wit, tenacity and fire into the unbelievable body of a 5'2" hazel eyed blond." Bruce shook his head in amazement and everyone grinned, the only one seeming to catch on to the definition of Bruce's ideal woman was Oliver.
"Where the hell did you find that?" Bart cried and everyone but Oliver giggled.
"I hired her a couple months ago as a ghost writer for my parents book and we've hardly got the first paragraph written but I can't stop thinking about her, it's like she's invaded my very core and, and I am dying to tell her about Batman." They were all aghast at this, you didn't tell girls you had only just met about your super hero-ness, and it was against the rules.
"What's her name?" Oliver spat out his head fell into his hands; he didn't think anyone had told him about Chloe. They'd mentioned watchtower, but they had never called her by name, had they? Surely if he knew Bruce would have told them all.
"Anne Smith," he heard the hesitation, his heart plummeted something inside him ignored the fact that the name was different surely she would have changed her name, going into a city like Gotham. But Chloe would avoid large cities she knew better than to go where there were league members. Didn't she? Was it part of her plan? He had spent all of his time chasing leads in small rural towns, towns that were boring and uneventful, could she have been so close for so long.
"She sounds awesome Bruce," Clark patted him on the back; oblivious to what Oliver was sure he had clued in on.
Oliver pulled himself from the group and disappeared into his office, he opened his computer and in the search engine typed the words "Bruce Wayne + Anne Smith" instantly a couple photos popped up, one of his and a blond woman in his car, but he could hardly even see her through the tinted windows. The next photo was of Bruce bent over a small blond woman and Oliver's heart sank, her hair was much longer and he couldn't see her face but he knew it was Chloe. They were locked in a tight embrace and in the next photo she was wrapped tightly around his arm as they walked down the street, a huge grin plastered on her face as she looked up at him.
Something inside of him snapped and the group chatting outside his office heard the crash as he pushed the computer off his desk, watching it break into several pieces. After all this time he had found her, everything inside him was screaming for him to fire up the jet and go get her but this wasn't the Chloe that he had lost, this was a different woman entirely and for the first time since she had vanished he felt hopeless.
Bruce
He couldn't believe how much she had changed him in such a short amount of time. As he looked down at her fast asleep in his bed, his only wish was to stay right there with her. But they'd lit the sky with his signal, and he was needed so he let go of her and slipped out of the bed. Hoping he would be able to return before she knew he had gone.
He hated that she still hadn't felt comfortable enough to tell him her real name. Every time he said it her expression would fall and he would know that there was so much more than what she had so far shared with him. He avoided the topic of family and friends after she had told him about her mother; but he was dying to know more about her, to learn about her childhood and her friends. Luca was a nice enough girl; however she had no more of a connection to the real Anne than he did.
Alfred had been cautious at first, she was a stranger after all and uncharacteristically Bruce had fallen in love with her very quickly. Bruce understood the man's need to protect him; all it had taken to loosen him up were a few evenings with the woman in question to see how wonderful she really was.
They were progressing incredibly slowly on his parent's book and that was the way he wanted it, even though they had been getting very close he had this sinking feeling that when the book was done she would vanish into thin air and after losing Rachel he refused to lose Anne too.
"Be careful Master Wayne," Alfred whispered and if Bruce hadn't heard Alfred mutter those exact words a hundred times before he may have missed them.
Alfred
Alfred was quite, there was no question that he had mastered the art of getting from place to place without being noticed. So when he turned the corner from the main hall to the main staircase and saw Miss Smith seated on the bottom step wrapped in Bruce's housecoat, saying he was startled would have been an understatement.
"He went to work didn't he?" She asked; she was playing with a thread on Bruce's housecoat.
"Just had an errand Miss," Alfred answered but deep down he knew not only what she was talking about but that she had known for quite some time.
"I won't say anything, whether you want to believe it or not I am trustworthy." She spoke the words quietly and he sighed. Alfred took a seat beside her knowing he'd need help up afterwards.
"I believe you," was all he said.
"My name is Chloe Sullivan; I'm from a small town outside of Metropolis called Smallville. Way back when, we had a meteor shower and all of these meteor rocks, well they have the ability to give people abilities. I grew up surrounded by people who were not what they claimed to be." Alfred had known there was something about this girl but his heart was racing as she continued her story.
"After High School I moved to Metropolis where I became involved with a secret organization, you may know it as the Justice League; I believe Batman is a member." She looked up at him and right into his eyes and he knew that he'd been caught.
"I swear I won't say anything Alfred, but I need you to do me a favor," he looked at her almost afraid of the request because he knew he would do anything she asked.
"Don't tell Bruce that I know, I'm tired of finding these things out myself. I want him to tell me, I want it to be his choice," Alfred was once again surprised by the girl in front of him. He took one look at the expression of hope in her face and understood that she loved his Bruce very much. And as he thought about what she had just told him the fact that she had worked for the Justice League registered with him, his admiration for her overwhelmed him and the need to keep Bruce safe suddenly transferred to this young woman.
"Would you like some tea Miss Sullivan?"
"I would love some tea," her shoulders fell and he knew that things were going to get very interesting.
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