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Helena absently kicked the robber in his head while debating how to ask this without making Dinah suspicious.

"Hey Canary, I need you to do me a favor."

"And that would be?" Dinah asked ducking a bullet and punching another in the head.

"Could you babysit tonight?"

"Why?"

"I have a date." Helen said casually.

Dinah stopped her pummel of the thief long enough to send a proud gaze at the younger women. "Good for you! Wait, who's it with?"

"Oh, just some guy I've known for a while." Helen said not really lying. "He's been begging me for a date for like six months so I figured I'd give him a chance."

"Does he have a name?"

"...Charles."

"Good!" Dinah laughed spin kicking her opponent. "For a while you had me really concerned."

"About what?"

"That you'd take Vic back after all the hell he put you through." Dinah explained. "I know you want us to get along but I can't even understand how you manage to put up with him, much less be friends. I mean come on, leaving your girlfriend pregnant and alone, what a jackass."

"Well, he didn't know I was pregnant." Helen started defensively.

"He still cheated on you."

"Actually, he said he didn't."

"Oh really?" Dinah snorted tossing another robber over her shoulder. "Then what was his excuse?"

"He said he didn't think he was good enough for me and he loved me to much to hold me back." Helen shrugged.

Dinah snorted. "And you believed that?"

"Um, yes." Helen admitted tossing a trash can lid at her opponents face. "It's just that, I don't know, he was always so honest."

"Whatever, as long as you've moved on." Canary sighed. "So what's this Charles guy like?"

"Um, well he's really sweet." Helena started figuring out how to say this without technically lying. "And Bella really likes him and he thinks she's adorable."

"Good, what does he look like?"

"Oh, you know...eyes, hair, a face-"

"Ooh, this one has a face? What a great change of pace." Dinah teased. "But could you be a little more specific?"

"Um, well he has greenish eyes and he's Irish so he's a ginger-"

"Do you have some weird redhead fetish?" Dinah asked.

"Probably, but I still need you to babysit."

"Why can't the face-less wonder do it?"

"You mean Vic?"

"No, Michael Jackson; who do you think?"

"Oh, um, he has to do the news so he can't do it."

"Why am I surprised?" Dinah sighed shaking her head. "Does he even pay child-support or anything?"

"Yes!" Helen said a bit to loudly.

Dinah rolled her eyes. "Which means no."

"Well, he doesn't exactly make a lot of money." Helena explained. Correction; he makes enough to pay rent and sometimes eat out if he squirrels enough away for a month.

"So you let him get away with paying nothing?" Dinah said in an I-know-I'm-not-your-mother-but-so-help-me-if-I-was-you'd-be-grounded tone.

"Well I mean he babysits a lot, he likes spending time with her, and he doesn't bad-mouth me or anything when I'm not in the room. He's really trying."

"Six months of attention doesn't make up for six years of neglect." Dinah said coldly.

"I never said it did." Helena said coolly. She didn't really expect Dinah to understand; this was something personal.

"Just promise you're not going to instantly hop back into bed with him." Dinah sighed.

Helena mulled over this for a moment. "Okay, I promise I won't instantly hop back into bed with him." She promised. Hey, it was technically the truth.

"Good." Dinah smiled. "And yeah, I'll watch her tonight with Ollie."

"Please keep a close eye on her this time."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the last time Ollie watched her she saw a photo I wish she didn't." Helen explained.

"Oh? OH!" Dinah exclaimed getting her drift. "Yeah, I promise."

"Good." Helena smiled.

"Now let's finish up kicking ass."

"So...I get the big bedroom, right?"

Ollie chuckled. "Sure munchkin, if you think you can handle it."

"Pft, I know I can." Bella snorted.

Ollie looked up at Helena, "You seem a little anxious, you okay?"

Helena looked up, startled. "Wha-Oh, yeah, fine. Just a little nervous about my date tonight."

Ollie raised an eyebrow. "You're nervous about a date? What, is it with the president?"

"No, it's with Q-a friend of mine." She finished quickly.

Olivers' eyebrows reached his hair, "So when were you going to tell us you and Vic were trying again?"

Helena looked around quickly for Dinah. "We're not trying again," She hissed. "and I'm not going on a date with him tonight!"

"Then why did you say his name?" Ollie asked innocently.

"Because I'm pissed at him for not being able to babysit." Helen lied smoothly.

"Whatever you say." Ollie sighed. "Why don't you two try again?"

"Come again?"

"Oh come on Helena, it doesn't take a genius to figure out you're still hot for each other."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Oliver rolled his eyes. "We were eating together the other day and you two kept making googly-eyes at each other. It was sickening." He added.

"Ollie you're so stupid." Helena sighed rolling her eyes. "If we get back together I'll tell you two, alright. Not that that's happening any time soon." She added hastily.

"Well, they call me Cupid for a reason." Oliver winked.

"Well it can't be a very good one." Helen smirked.

"Has anyone ever told you that you can be very mean?" Ollie frowned, his ego slightly hurt.

"Yes." Helen said truthfully. "And why are you so for 'us'. I thought you were supposed to be with Dinah for this."

"Dinah has her own reasons for acting like she does." Ollie says softly. "She's only looking out for you, okay? Don't judge her to harshly, this is a lot more personal than you'd think."

Huntress opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, but was cut off by Dinah suddenly entering the room. "What are you two talking about?" Dinah asked with a small grin.

"Oh, you know...archery." Ollie lied.

"Yep, he's in denial that I have better aim then him." Helena agreed.

"I don't know about that." Dinah smirked. "Ollie has fantastic aim." She purred, smirking at Ollie seductively.

Helen watched the two share a smoldering look. "Do you mind not doing each other when my kid's at your house. I'm going to have nightmares about leaving her here for the night."

Oliver smirked, wrapping an arm around his wife's waist. "What? The fact that we've been married for nine years and still keep it hot make you jealous?"

"You wish." Helen laughed. "It's actually kind of gross."

"Hmph." Dinah huffed giving Oliver a kiss.

"Well, I gotta go. Please don't give my daughter nightmares about you two 'wrestling'." Helen smirked.

"No promises!" Ollie called.

Vic nervously adjusted his ties for the eighth time.

It was his only nervous tick; when he was nervous or worried he kept fooling around with his tie. And tonight he was more nervous than he had been in years.

Tonight he and Helena were going to be intimate. After seven long, lonely years he was going to make love to his Helena again. She had made it a rule: no sex until the fifth date. He had no problem with it; it was reasonable, it was fair.

It was also an unspoken fact that it would happen directly after if not during the fifth date. They'd never said out loud 'okay, right after this we're going to go home and go to bed', but it was a mutual understanding that it was going to happen tonight.

He'd always been a fan of make-up sex, and after seven years of fighting tonight was going to be very, very fun. But...he was still worried. He hadn't let himself go in the past seven years or anything like that, he and Helen still had a strong sense of physical and mental attraction, and they didn't have to worry about being caught.

No, Charles Victor Szazs was worried that he wasn't going to be as good as he used to be. He could remember those long nights vividly and fondly, Helena screaming in utter pleasure and the bed shaking as he pleased her, the low moans and soft panting of his name on her lips, being able to go non-stop for hours and having marathons when they felt the urge to express their feelings.

He considered this. He was about forty, he had been about thirty-three the last time Helen and him had been together. He was still in excellent physical shape, but hey, there was a lot at stake here.

This wasn't just about pounding bodies; this was a symbol that they had no doubts and that they were going to make it this time. It meant Helen fully trusted him and that she had forgiven him.

So, naturally, he was fairly concerned about how well he would preform.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, mentally shaking the thoughts out of his head.

Helen opened the door and smiled. "Hey, you ready?"

"Yes." He said taking in her small purple dress and matching heels. "I take it you're ready, also?"

"Yeah." She laughed tucking a strand of hair behind her flawless face and stepping out of her apartment.

"You know you almost got me in trouble." She smirked as he wrapped an arm around his waist.

"How so?"

"I kinda let it slip to Ollie we had a date tonight." She explained. "But then I lied and said I only said your name because I was pissed at you."

"So who did you tell them you had a date with?" Q asked curiously.

"A guy named Charles." Helen smirked.

"Ah, so telling the truth but wording in differently, clever." Vic smirked.

"But they're still gonna be pissed when we tell them. Well, Dinah will." Helen added.

"Will you be mad at her because of that?"

"No." Helen said thoughtfully. "Dinah's my best friend, and Ollie's, well, Ollie. They've helped me through a lot and always supported me, even when I'm acting like a bitch. If I was in her place I'd be mad to."

"But..."

"But, I guess I'll be a little peeved." Huntress admitted. "I mean seriously, I'm a big girl, I can make my own choices."

Vic laughed. "We all know that, believe me."

Helena smiled. "Good. Now, ready to leave?"

"Yes." Q said taking a deep breath.

"I think I am."

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