Hi everyone! I'm back with a new chapter. I was supposed to post this on Sunday, but I admit it, I got lazy. Sorry!

I want to say something to a review (you can go and read it) that I got, about me not portraying Bruce Wayne the right way…and to that person, I just want to tell you what my amazing beta told me:

"I think what he/she had a problem with was the fact that you only brought Bruce in to use him to create tension between Chloe and Oliver when you could have just used any random person to do the same thing. Except you couldn't have just used anyone. Oliver knows that Chloe doesn't have feelings for Clark anymore and any normal guy who might ask her out wouldn't threaten Oliver because compared to a normal guy he knows he's superior, not just in good looks and money but because of the Green Arrow and his work for Justice, but with Bruce, he's just like Oliver, just as handsome, just as rich and he's also a superhero. Bruce is really the only one that Oliver would ever truly see as competition for him."

I'm sorry that this person got it the wrong way.

On to the chapter – the morning after and a cute father/son moment!Sorry it's short, I promise I'll make it up to you in Chapter 9!


When I look into your eyes, it's over
You got me hooked with your love controller
I'm trippin' and I could not get over
I feel
lucky like a four leaf clover
I'm into you

- Jennifer Lopez feat Lil Wayne "I'm Into You"


Chapter 8 – And maybe, you'll like my option…

Her eyes were closed, but she was awake. Chloe still couldn't believe all that had happened in the last few hours. If his warm body wasn't pressed against her, if one of his hands wasn't drawing random patterns on her arm, and if his breath wasn't so close to her ear, she'd probably think it was a dream. They lay tangled up together in the middle of Watchtower's floor, surrounded by pillows and covered with a blanket. The sun was already rising and shining through the stained window casting colorful shapes all around them.

What now?

She didn't know if she was ready for a serious relationship. There were so many things to consider; Connor being the most important one. Chloe was a mother, and that was always what came first, but this…what just happened with Oliver…somehow it felt right, and for the first time in her life, she felt loved, respected and deeply happy. But also scared to death.

She couldn't believe that Oliver Queen wanted her. What if he changed his mind? Taking a chance on a commitment with Oliver, only to have him realize that he could do so much better, would definitely hurt her. Even more than her whole sordid history with Clark. That thought send shivers through her whole body. Olive must have noticed it too, because his hand stopped moving and he let a soft sigh.

For his part, Oliver was a nervous wreck. That night had been amazing. They barely slept, having spent hours making love to each other. He loved how she responded to his touch, how well she fit in his arms, and just how good she felt. As time wore on, the events of four years ago were slowly coming back to him. Even now, he could remember certain spots that when touched just right could elicit a long and sensual moan from her.

He wondered if any of it felt familiar to Chloe, his touch, the way he felt. Then she shivered under his hand, which was dancing up and down her arm. What was she thinking? Was she regretting spending the night with him? He dropped a few soft kisses to her neck hoping to get her to talk, or at least, look at him.

Chloe sighed when she felt his lips on her neck and opened her eyes, turning her head so she could look at him. His brown eyes were warm, gazing at her with curiosity and a little bit of…fear? Chloe realized that he was expecting she would regret what happened and back away. Well, she definitely didn't regret it, but…damn, she didn't know what to do next, what to expect, how to act! She wasn't an expert on the "morning after". Her first was Jimmy, and that was a totally awkward situation in the back of a car that didn't have a morning after; then there was Connor's dad, and that morning after found her alone in a hotel room. So she wasn't very well versed in what was supposed to happen now.

Oliver could read her clearly. She was a bit lost in her own world, unconsciously biting her bottom lip as she played with her fingers…she didn't know what to do. Chloe Sullivan, Watchtower, didn't know what to do! He wanted to laugh, but decided against it and chose instead to save her from her doubts, leaning down to kiss her softly.

"Morning Sidekick," he greeted, touching her nose with his.

"Morning Hero," she replied smiling a little.

"Sleep well?" he smirked.

"I could answer that if I actually had slept, but you kept me pretty busy," she said relaxing slightly. She was still dreading that things would get awkward and weird between them though.

"But a good kind of busy, right?" he asked smiling at her.

"Not that you need a bigger ego, but yes, an excellent kind of busy," she teased and he laughed. "Ollie-"

"I know," he said softly tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "But not now, ok? We have to talk, about more than you know," like the fact that I'm your son's father, Oliver thought. "Just…not now."

"Then when?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Soon."

"Ok. If we're not going to talk, then we need to get up," she said sitting up.

"What? Now?" he whined. "No, no, no…it's still early."

"But I need to go home, change and get a few hours of sleep before picking Connor from the Clocktower,"

"It's early. I'm positive that he won't be awake until much later. C'mon sidekick," he said, pulling gently on her arm so she would lay back down.

"Ollie, we need to get up, go back to our respective apartments and try to get a few hours of sleep. Don't you have meetings later?" she sat up again and he groaned.

"No," he replied.

"Oliver…"

"I can reschedule," he said stubbornly and pulled her back down, hovering over her. "What do you say, Sidekick? Round seven?" he smirked.

"You really are used to getting your way all the time," she said amused and he nodded, kissing her lips softly. "Well, not this time," catching him by surprise, she flipped them, so she was sitting on his lap, straddling his waist.

"I'm cool with this position," he shrugged grabbing her hips.

Chloe blushed but rolled her eyes and slapped his chest. "Get your mind out of the gutter Queen, you're not getting any more fun today."

She smirked and jumped off his lap, taking the blanket with her.

"Hey! Did you have to take the blanket?" he complained amused but she only chuckled in response.


Much to Oliver's dismay they got dressed and cleaned up the mess that they made the previous night. To the relief of the both of them, things never got awkward, but they were definitely different. Now, when they looked in each other's eyes, they didn't bother to hide their attraction, their desire and the deep feelings that they both had. A single touch wouldn't be innocent, not anymore, and the electricity between them would be much stronger. The flirting had a much deeper meaning.

He gave her a ride to her apartment where she kissed his cheek before stepping out of the car and into the building. She looked behind her shoulder before going in and gave him a the smile that made his heart skip a few beats. Oliver sped home and when he entered the Clocktower, his eyes widened in shock at first, but then they filled with amusement.

His living room was a mess. Sleeping bags were spread across the floor along with empty potato chip bags and soda cans. And there seemed to have been some sort of popcorn explosion as well as what he could only imagine was a gummy bear fight (he saw several gummy bears in his window and other strange places). The younger members of the League, plus Connor and Archer, were all still deeply asleep. Bart was sprawled on the floor snoring softly, one arm thrown over Mia's torso, who was sleeping next to him, her legs tangled with Courtney's.

Vic was on the recliner, dead to the world. Oliver's eyes softened upon seeing Connor, curled up on the huge couch, covered by a green blanket with his four legged buddy tucked under his arm. Incapable of stopping himself, he carefully made his way to the couch, making sure he didn't step on anyone's limb. When he reached Connor, he kissed they boy's forehead, pulling the blanket more securely over him. Then with a soft smile, Oliver tip toed to the kitchen.

He poured himself a glass of water and sighed thinking that he should probably get a bowl of cereal and crawl into bed, maybe watch a little TV and relax. He opened the cupboard, took out the cereal, and then opened the fridge to get the milk. When he closed the fridge door, he saw Conner standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes, Archer dutifully beside him, waggling his tail. Oliver smiled and put the milk on the counter, reaching for the boy to pick him up.

"Morning," he smiled and Connor yawned. "Did I wake you up?"

"Maybe. Don't know…" Connor mumbled and Oliver chuckled.

"It's still early, you can go back to sleep," Oliver said, rubbing Connor's back.

Connor nodded and looked at the counter. "You're making cereal?"

"Yes, do you want some?"

"Ok," the blonde boy nodded.

"We can eat it in my room, watch some cartoons. I bet my bed's much more comfortable than the couch," Oliver said.

"Only if we can watch Spongebob."

"We can watch whatever you want," he chuckled and sat Connor down on the counter. "Did you have fun last night?"

"Tons," Connor smiled with enthusiasm. "Bart is really funny. He spilled Skittles all over Mia, and she throwed gummy bears at him, but he ducked…really fast…and they hit the window, and Vic. Courtney tripped on the carpet and popcorn flew everywhere. Archer was eating everything that he could find," Conner said, brimming over with excitement. Oliver had a little of trouble keeping up, just like when Chloe would work herself up into a rant about something. Like mother, like son. "And all this happened before the movie even started," Connor finished and Oliver laughed.

"No wonder my living room is a mess," he said between chuckles as he finished preparing their cereal.

Oliver put Connor back on the ground. "Go, and turn the TV on, I'll be right behind you,"

Connor nodded. "C'mon Archer, let's watch Spongebob," he said picking the dog up and climbing the stairs to the master bedroom.

Oliver smiled and took his phone out, typing a quick message.

To: Chloe Sullivan

9:53 am

Well, seems like our gang had a blast last night. They're going to be busy for a while, cleaning up the huge mess that used to be my living room.

He hit send and picked up both bowls of cereal, following Connor to his room. The boy was already on the bed flipping through the channels looking for Spongebob. Oliver gave Conner a bowl then put his on the bedside table. "I'm going to change, be right back," he said heading for the bathroom.

Oliver changed to a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt then walked back into the room. He sat down on the bed, where a laughing Connor ate his cereal, Archer snuggled on his lap.

"I love Spongebob," Connor said, "Who is your favorite Ollie?" Connor asked.

"Uh…the pink starfish is cool…I guess," Oliver said lamely. He was pretty sure there was a pink starfish, he hadn't watched Spongebob in like…forever.

"Patrick? He's funny," Connor shrugged.

Oliver smiled and was about to pick up his bowl of cereal when his phone beeped with a message.

From: Chloe Sullivan

10:09 am

I thought you had people for that? ;) And my baby, how is he?

Oliver looked over at Conner who was doing just fine as far as he could tell and typed out another message.

To: Chloe Sullivan

10:10 am

I do have people to clean up, but they're not as fast as Bart! ;) He's with me, we're watching Spongebob and eating cereal!

"Who are you texting?" Connor asked.

"Your mom," Oliver smiled.

"Tell her I love her," he smiled and turned his attention to the TV again and Oliver typed out the requested message.

To: Chloe Sullivan

10:12 am

PS: He told me to tell you he loves you.

Oliver had barely hit send when another message from Chloe came in.

From: Chloe Sullivan

10:12 am

I love Sandy Cheeks. You?

Before he could reply, he got another message.

From: Chloe Sullivan

10:14 am

I love him too. I'll pick him up around lunch, ok?

So soon? Oliver thought sadly but knew he didn't exactly have any claim to keep him longer, not yet anyway, not until Chloe knew he was Connor's father.

To: Chloe Sullivan

10:16 am

The pink starfish is cool, I guess. Sure, lunch is fine.

Oliver sighed knowing that talk would have to come sooner rather than later when he got another message from Chloe.

From: Chloe Sullivan

10:18 am

You don't know anything about Spongebob, do you? Oh well, you would if you had a kid. ;) Now, let me see if I can sleep a little. Later, hero.

I would if I had been with you since day one! Oliver thought with a sigh.

"So?" asked Connor.

"She loves you too and will pick you around lunch time," Olive said, managing a little smile.

"Then we can all have lunch together," Connor said.

Oliver smiled. "I'd like that," he said ruffling Connor's hair.

"Ollie…my Mom had a date yesterday…"

"Yeah, I'm aware," he said. "You met Bruce, right?"

Connor nodded but pursed his lips. "I didn't like him that much…" the little boy mumbled with his eyes glued to the cereal.

Oliver's lips twitched. "Really?" That's so my son.

"He's too serious," the younger blonde shrugged.

"I completely agree," Oliver said and Connor looked up to him with a smile. "But if you're worried about your mom and him, don't be. I know for a fact it was just business."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," Oliver assured him.

"Great, because he's not the guy I want for my Mom," Connor said as a matter of fact.

That got Oliver's curiosity over the roof. "Oh, do you want your Mom with someone in particular?" he asked. "Your dad maybe?" Please say your dad! Please say your dad.

"I don't know him," Connor said slowly. "But I know who I would choose to be my Dad and to be with my Mom."

"Who?" asked Oliver quickly, a little too quickly maybe.

Connor looked at him for a while, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth (just like his Mom, Oliver noticed), before shaking his head.

"Maybe I'll tell you later," he said and then put the now empty bowl on the bedside table, before turning and snuggling into Oliver's side. He automatically warped an arm around the boy. "And maybe you'll like my choice," he finished.

Oliver sighed. He wouldn't get more than that from him. And now, he was a little scared. What if Connor wanted his Mom with someone that wasn't him? He really needed to tell Chloe the truth and see what happened next.