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Previously; Bart dropped by to see our fair maiden, advised her to take some time away from Lex and clear her head. Chloe stopped by the hospital, made a deal with an old contact and took a glimpse into her past in the form of the Lane's. We left where Chloe decided she MUST meet with Arrow regarding Lex's evil plan.

Chapter Eleven; Hidden Hero

'It's a complicated world Clark. Only the naïve view it in black and white' – Lex Luthor (Season 5, Episode Hidden)

The winter brought darkness as early as 5pm, the perfect time for a drink.

"Lex, I'm going out for a drink or two, I'm getting edgy inside. Come with me?" He looked up from his desk, too busy in his work to really process her words.

"Not tonight, I've got… I'm busy." She pouted on the outside, but grinned from ear to ear behind it. He spun his wrist to find his watch, finally he looked up from the work. "Now Chloe?" She nodded. "Fine. Please yourself. Take Drake and Peter." Two?!

"Relax, I'm only going out for an hour or two. Surely I don't need two men with me."

"Then stay in Chloe. There is alcohol in the house." he replied harshly, wanting to get back to his work, whatever it was.

"Alright alright. I'll take two big burly guys into a bar with me." she conceded and walked out before Lex could change his mind.

"Don't get drunk." She heard the order pass down the halls as she made her way to the garage. Clearly she couldn't ditch them, or run away, but she could distract them.

Easily, she made her way through the crowd of the busiest bar she could find. The larger bodyguards had more difficultly being as agile. She effortlessly found an angry, bulky drunk with a lot of loyal friends and whispered a 'message' to him from the large man in the black suit with the smug look (aka one of her guards) that would be sure to insult him. He stood fast from the barstool, sending it to the floor, the guards sensed something was happening near the woman they were instructed to protect and made their way forward, easily making for a mistaken interpretation by several drunkards and leading to a flying fist to a guards head and a bar-room brawl she could easily slip out of while the boys were busy.

Chloe slithered out of the back and made her new mission to find herself trouble, and thus, a new saviour. You'd think it easy, but it turned out to be a lot more difficult than she imagined. Shame he didn't have any beacon or anything, no big green arrow to shine into the sky to call him…

Finally, she found a back alley with a criminal worthy of being saved from.

"'Ello sweetcakes. What you doin' down 'ere tonight?" He was alone and looked pretty muscular. Sure, she wasn't stupid, so she had a Taser in her bag in case things got out of hand, but with all hope, she'd see leather before stars.

"Nothing, just taking a quicker route home." She passed him and like a predictable magic trick he sprung, grabbing her arm.

"Let me go!" she called.

"Ah-ah-ah, don't think so." He pulled the knife from his waistband and pressed it to her bare throat. "I'm thinkin', you be takin' off them clothes now whore." His knife trickled down to her cleavage with his eye sight, then snapped back to her neck with his warning. "Scream and I'll slice ya." A second passed where she shivered in fright, what if he didn't show… what if she couldn't reach her Taser in time… "You 'ear me woman? Show me your tits!" She stopped an eye roll and decided to give Arrow another few seconds before she declared him a no-show. "Ah-ah, no screaming slut. Buttons. Take 'em off. Com'on now." Her hands went to her blouse, but she had no intention to comply. She had waited as long as she could, there was no Arrow tonight, she'd have to find him tomorrow… and escape Lex's guards again. She only hoped she would be able to find him then, but if she couldn't get away… if she couldn't warn Arrow…

Swiftly, Chloe dealt with the man, jamming a knee hard into his groin and lifting the knife neatly out if his hand as he crippled. She dropped the hilt against his temple and he was out cold. She leant back against the wall, wiping down the blade of her prints and tossing it to the garbage can.

Heroes were so unreliable.

She pulled the bag back up onto her shoulder and started to walk back to the bar.

"I enjoyed the show."

Her head whipped as she'd taken no more than two steps away, but the slow clap coming to her ears was no pervert, no criminal, no teen delinquent. There, emerging from the shadow was her 'saviour'. "You were right. You don't need any help saving yourself."

"Like you helped." she scoffed. "I can't believe you sat and watched. Some hero you are!"

"Hero. I like it. When did you decide that? Finally peek in Lex's drawers and find something displeasing?" he chuckled.

"Listen!" she hissed. "I came here because I wanted to give you some help. You saved my life, I'm evening the score."

"You almost got raped to give me some help?"

"Don't look at me like that! Don't go all high and mighty. I'm here and I can take care of myself."

"As I saw." he complimented, crossing his arms as he relaxed against the wall. "So, tell me little warrior, what are you going to help me with?"

Chloe dug into her bag, pulling out copies of the files and plans.

"Lex has a trap set for you. A set of labs called Nexus. Documents, shipping records, hardware transports. It's fake, it's just a trap." He took the files from her, though he seemed reluctant to do so.

"It doesn't look fake." he spoke after a few seconds.

"Trust me; I constructed all the documents you're seeing a few days ago. It's just a trap. The back pages ar-"

"Oh." He'd turned to find the real schematics. "Why are you doing this exactly?"

"I'm settling a debt, that's all." she lied.

"I should save your life more often." he joked, setting the documents atop some crates. "Sure there wasn't another reason?" He grinned widely.

"Look, you need to leave the city and don't look back. Lex has a serious vendetta against you and your merry men. If you value your life you'll run." But her warning fell sharp on the large ego of the masked man.

"I don't run sweetheart. Not my style."

"Then I hope dead suits you." she hissed. Turning to leave, but his hand wrapped neatly around her wrist, spinning her back to face him.

"You don't want me to leave." he spoke, but before she could answer, he probed again. "So why are you giving me this?"

"It doesn't matter, just take my advice and stay far away from that place."

"You've crossed Lex now." he stated, drawing her close to him, just a few small steps.

"No. I'm just not condemning a man until I know what he deserves."

A siren kicked up a few streets over, as they so often did in Metropolis. They both knew it was time to part.

"We need to finish this conversation. Amongst other things." He was upon her in an instant, lips a mere measurement away, his arms wrapping her a little too tightly in his embrace. "Next time you want to drop by for a chat, use your phone."

"And call who?" she wittily spoke to his lips, still flush against him.

"I did send you a text dear maiden." he playfully spoke. "You have my number." he purred. She felt her body soar into lust again, the memory of the pleasure he had given haunting her. He must have seen the lust, seen the play, seen the memory cross her mind. He took her lips in passion, wrapped her tighter to his body and tasted her once again. Such a sweet demon to tease him, but she could have been sin itself and he wouldn't stay away. "Tonight, you'll meet me in Metropolis Maine at 8pm. We'll finish what we started; they'll be a reservation under Mr Green."

She chuckled.

"Mr Green?"

He smiled, taking his lips from her and swooping down to kiss her hand.

"You want more?" he teased. "Then I'll give you everything tonight." He swept up the documents and kicked off the crates to take to the short roof before ascending higher. The man had a thing for rooftops, clearly.

She wandered herself back to the bar, dithering on her next action. She couldn't go to him… as much as she wanted him… and she did. He set her body ablaze with something much stronger than Lex ever could. Stronger than what she once had felt for Clark Kent… Chloe shocked herself with the admission. This was something stronger than even a first crush, stronger than a first love and a best friend she sorely missed. But surely it was just sex, she justified. She knew she couldn't start a relationship with him, she knew that she didn't and wouldn't know the man underneath. Had she built herself a false want for a man she just wanted sexually? Would sex answer the question? If she did have him, would she stop wanting him? Could she finally finish the job?

"Miss." The annoyed guards called her back from her thoughts.

"I was at the club the entire time; nothing happened it was very boring. Yes?" she asked them both. They agreed, almost thankful that she proposed it first. If Lex found out they had lost her again, they'd be reprimanded in a way they did not desire. Chloe smiled as they agreed, now she had this bond with them, she could use it to slip away from these certain men in the future. She nodded.

"Where did you go?" One asked boldly. Her sharp eyes had him adding extra promises. "Promise Mr Luthor will not know. Just for your safety ma'am."

"I went to some back alleys and met the wrong kind of folk." she answered as honestly as she could risk. "There was nothing that occurred that Lex would need to hear." The men nodded, more relaxed than before, but the signs of his effort were still evident. The exercise in the bar had seemed to work up a sweat. "And, as for the sweatiness, I think I remember a drunk man trying to hit on me who you saved me from. Yes?" The guards chuckled and opened her door to the car. The woman was more work than they had original thought. Darren wasn't kidding.

7 o'clock came and went, 8pm was approaching and she still didn't have a decision made regarding Arrow.

"Chloe." She jumped at the voice only finding Lex in her doorway. She stopped her pacing and pulled out a smile.

"Yes?"

"Here." He stretched out a hand with a thick file.

"More on Queen?" she guessed. Lex shook his head, saying nothing. He let her open it. The first picture had her stepping back and paling. A crime scene photo, a graphic photo of an arrow lodged in a man's trachea. "Lex." she breathed. He stepped into the room and closed the file in her hands.

"They get worse." he spoke, trying to bandage over the bullet hole he'd just placed in her heart… "I told you I would not hunt an innocent man Chloe." He wrapped an arm over her shoulder, more resting than offering comfort, but she took what she could.

The file dropped to the floor from numb fingers, images of horror spread across the floor in a mess. "You don't need to see the rest. But trust me when I say this man is a criminal in every sense." Eyes with no life stared up at her from the floor, asking how she could crave the lips of this man. Lex went to pick up the scattered images.

"No." she spoke, determination in her voice. "I need to see them." Lex grinned to the floor of professionally photo shopped crimes he'd had a hand in.

"If you feel you must." he answered and stood erect again. "I'll be out until late Chloe. Take the night to relax." he offered, knowing she wasn't capable of doing anything but investigating further into the file she didn't want to have.

Lex left her feeling sick to her stomach, she turned from the scattered bodies and snatched her phone, turning on the device again. She scrolled the unread messages. Not all had been from Bart. One stood out from 'XXX'

'Mary. I will see you soon to finish what we started. Until then, if you need something. Here I am.'

First, she replied short and sweet;

'I won't be there.'

Next, she changed his name in her contacts from 'XXX' to 'Mr Green'. It wouldn't raise questions if Lex happened to look over her shoulder at a text, but was detached enough to not call him by the pet names she had accumulated for him. She finished by turning off the phone and sitting herself by the evidence Lex had hidden. He'd done it to help Green Arrow. And from the photos, he needed help. Even children with arrows in them. Collateral damage in his rampages. Arrows in anything he could hit. Not just men in his way, but innocents. She read each report the once, and once was enough. She couldn't love this man. It was too wrong. Too wrong to even consider.

It took her a long time, but she finally managed to sleep. Lex had returned long before she'd managed to get 5 minutes of peace without horror movie scenes playing in her mind. But sleep had finally descended and her screwed up mind played with her thoughts even more, this time, she had met Green Arrow at the room. Not a horror movie in sight.

Thunder clapped to the theatre they played out, rain hammered down to set the perfect scene for a cosy night in.

"This is just sex." Chloe spoke, the lingerie hugging her figure under the silk nightgown she left open for his desire. Confidence exuded from her every pore. Arrow leant against the wall.

"Did you expect a wedding ring?"

"Just as long as we're clear." she confirmed, taking steps towards him like a predator with eyes on its prey.

"Not wanting more? Or can you never seal a deal further than sex?" he taunted, his jack-ass persona in full swing.

"I can get whatever I want." she retorted. He rose and eyebrow in question. "I got you here didn't I?" she countered and he tipped his head for a millisecond allowing her point.

"But you don't want more with me?" he questioned, taking her hands as they approached and stopping her touch to his body.

"A relationship with a masked man?" she rephrased. "It ends one of two ways. Either with you letting me see under the hood." She paused, wriggling her hands free from his grip and placing them on his muscled biceps in a soft caress only a woman in love could create. "Or," She stretched onto her tiptoes, reaching for his lips. "Badly. With two broken hearts." She kissed his lips once, prepared for the conversation that needed to happen before he would ravage her. "Since I know the first won't happen, and the latter is not desirable. This is the only way it makes sense."

"If you have me, you don't have Lex." he spoke. She turned to him, curious.

"You know I can't d-"

He rushed her, pinned her to the wall and repeated.

"If you have me. You don't even think of letting Lex touch you. You don't touch him and you don't ever sleep with him again." The clash of thunder echoed the furious statement, making his next words stand out so much more in the next few second of quiet. "I don't share."

"You're making me choose?" she questioned. Her hands slipped around to his leather clad buttocks, the shape defined so well. With a firm squeeze, she answered. "You." she spoke, her eyes locked with his shades. "Lex never stood a chance."

He crushed his lips down to hers, the words fuelling his desire, the leather cage of his pants becoming painful.

"Now." he growled, "Naked." She smiled, but the time was not for smiling, it was for action and she was too much of a tease to comply. He let out a lowly groan for her, a hand on each side of her nightgown, shredding it from her. He pulled her form flush to his body, her bra unclasped and lips stolen again before he gave her a gentle push towards the bed. Chloe landed on the duvet in just her panties, watching as her mystery man threw off the shades, flicked down the hood and shed the necessary clothing to leave his naked and very proud of a great erection. She could look deep into his eyes, run her fingers in her hair, feel his mouth drop to suckle her nipples, it was so overwhelming and here he was, giving her everything. He ran his fingers down her chest, sliding over her stomach and the dip of her hip line. He shot her a cocky smile and like a flashbulb change he was suddenly in mid-thrust of her, then again it changed to her orgasm taking hold of her in the way it usually did, another flash and it was round two with her nails gripping at his back, again and his mouth was leaving hickeys on her neck and chest.

Lex would know Chloe belonged to him.

"Say it Chloe. Say you belong to me!" he urged. She was too easy to comply.

"I belong to you. I'm yours. I'm yours!" she screamed, suddenly knocked over by an orgasm too powerful for reality. Too fast for the realm of life. Too much fo-

Chloe woke to a hand on her shoulder, a leather glove over her mouth muffling the scream she was about to attempt.

"It's me." The green giant spoke. She peeled back his hand, hoping it was a bad dream. She reached out flicking on the bedside light. True enough, there he was; psychotic in every degree and sat on the side of her bed like he belonged there.

"Are you fucking insane?!" she hissed, scrambling from the bed and across the room.

"Relax, no-one knows I'm here. Just you and me. And we have business to settle." But this didn't sound cheeky to her now. It sounded predatory, it sounded like a threat. But how sick could she be that she still felt her heart skip around the man?!

"Get out. Now!" she hissed in the silence. He stopped his motions towards her.

"What did Lex do to you?"

"Jesus Christ. Lex has done nothing. Nothing at all but opened my eyes!" She pulled the file from her desk and thrust it at him. She waited while he scanned the photos with a paling face. "What? Can't stand to look at your own work?"

"These are nothing to do with me!" he snapped, aware of the volume of his voice.

"How can you deny this? These are horrible."

"Exactly." he replied "You know I didn't do these. You know when you look at me; these are not me."

"I don't know what I know anymore." She shook her head slightly. Her hand grabbed the gun from under the desk. "Leave. Now." she requested, softer than before.

"Or you'll shoot me? We've danced this dance before Cinderella. We both know the ending."

"I promise you I can change it." she guaranteed, eyes narrowed. Arrow watched as she took off the safety with a simple glide of her thumb.

"Clearly Lex wants you to think I'm the bad guy. Do you keep lacking the motivation to unmask me and hand me over to him?" She stepped back, shocked. Her hip hitting the desk corner painfully. She placed a hand over her hip, the other still focussing the gun. "Yes, I know. What else does Lex need someone like you for?"

"You won't understand even if I do explain." she vowed.

"Try me." He stepped closer, tiny shuffles while she deliberated her next move. Before she could order him out again, he had the gun from her and set on the desk, he held her body as she let herself break before him. "Lex is putting lies before you as truth." Bart's words rang clear as a bell in her head. Was he right, did she need to leave? "Leave here with me." he proposed. The thought scared her for some reason she could not fathom and she pushed her way from his caged arms, wanting freedom now more than ever. In her struggle from his arms her top was riding up, her back to him and she suddenly felt him still her with a great force. "Who did this to you?" he asked, anger ripe in his tone, fury threatening the assailant she would be forced to name. She knew what he had seen, knew what he had thought, and knew his reaction before it happened. "Tell me!" He shook her when she didn't answer.

She wouldn't answer.

She couldn't.

That part of her was in a box locked away. She didn't speak about it, she just feared it. It was that point when the scars throbbed extra hard all anew. Shame riddled through her, humiliation and fear came flooding back to join the party of her weak mental state. Chloe kicked and screamed, no care for noise, she placed a kick near his groin and he backed off to the window.

She picked a silver capsule from the desk and repeatedly hit the red button atop it, her hand on the gun again and pointing at him as her hand shook. He saw the fear red in her eyes, he saw the pain, but he was too mad to see the tears threatening her. Too mad to understand why she would be so silent about this. Sure they were old and healed, but who had laid a hand on her like this?!

"Leave." she hissed violently with venom in every letter. He cleared the anger to realise she had called security on him.

Another day.

This fight would finish another day.

He swore it. With speed, he left the way he came in, out the window, down the rope he'd placed and running through the grounds.

As she lost sight of him from her window the door burst apart terrifying her with the suddenness. She felt the arms of one man stop her from sinking to the floor. She watched the black garb of the others run to the window, speaking in code, pointing and shooting at the figure than ran the grounds.

"Miss." It was Darren's voice. He was the one that had her. She felt his hands right her clothing and pull a thick gown around her shoulders before ushering her from the room. Darren led her through the halls, down the stairs and sat her on the chair closest to the fire, starting the source of heat from the ashes that it was. She was shivering, a cold sweat across her.

Lex had naturally been awakened and in minutes of the event had been briefed and was entering his parlour to update his head of security who had only heard his radio's chatter.

"He took a file. Broke a few statues in the garden on his way out, but otherwise no damage." Lex knelt before the chair where Chloe sat. They both knew Chloe had disabled audio and video feed in her bedroom as soon as she arrived, it hadn't been a problem. Until now. "What happened?" Chloe was in more of a whole piece now and had her words from her mouth again.

"He was stood over me when I woke. Asked me for where you kept your files. He said some other things, but they didn't mean much to me. I just went for the alarm." Lex nodded.

"What other things did he say?"

Chloe looked at Lex's sceptical face. There was no way what she had said would explain why she was so shaken up. The truth would have to be shared about that.

"I reacted violently when I woke, he grabbed me, wouldn't let me go. I was struggling and he saw the marks on my back…" She looked at Lex and his doubt of her story seemed to vanish. "He wanted to know who did them."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't, just fought out of his hold and grabbed the alarm." Lex's eyes flashed to Darren who nodded. It seemed her story held up to what he had presumed to have happened and matched with the screaming he heard.

"You did well." Lex gave her a half-hearted praise. "You'll have a guard posted outside your room at all times." His stare stopped her argument. "You'll be moved and you will have audio and video footage recorded of your room at all times." She nodded. It was then Bart's words ricocheted around her mind.

"Lex." He stopped his movement out and turned back to her. "I was going to ask you earlier." She took a breath and stood up. Now or never. "In Metropolis. You have several places you're not using. It's closer to the crime area Arrow functions in. It's somewhere he won't know to even look for me. And, if your father does drop by, I won't be here. They have round the clock surveillance and there's a penthouse suite a block from Queen Industries. Two birds and one stone." she summarised. She watched Lex think for flaws in the idea. Watched the cogs of the Luthor mind turn in the chess game of life as she moved her piece. Finally he answered, a checkmate in sight maybe?

"You'll move in there in two days. I still need some work doing here." She nodded, grateful. Lex left and Darren took his place by her side.

"You alright?"

"Just find me some coffee." she spoke in a broken whisper and sat herself back in the chair by the fire. Maybe the fire wasn't the only warmth of a Luthor, he didn't seem to have as many problems with her proposal as she intended to battle.

Oliver threw off the equipment quickly and violently. Dinah was lounging in his kitchen with the other boys when he came back.

"Rough night stud?" she called from the kitchen, hearing his violent return. He came to the kitchen door, braced himself in the doorframe and all voices silence at his expression. All except Bart.

"What's wrong?"

"He beats her." he hissed out. Dinah felt the end of their secrecy hit. She turned from the coffee machine she was trying to soothe into working and met the tense form.

"Woah, who beats who?" Bart asked. Both eyes in the kitchen ignored the vocalisation.

"Are you sure?" Dinah asked. Trying to calm the man was not a task she would volunteer for…

"Her back is covered in scars!" he hissed "This is over the line. He needs putting down." Oliver hissed. Dinah acted as she needed, grabbing the crossbow from his grip before he could hit an uncontrollable level and do something he'd regret.

"Woah, what's happening guys?" Bart tried again. But yet again, he was given no answer, just ignorance.

"You need to calm down. What do you mean?" Dinah probed.

"Her back is covered Dinah." Bart stopped his butting in and froze by the door… he knew of only one person with scarred back. And that woman happened to be quite active in the life of his boss right now. "Who knows how long he's been beating her for! No wonder she stays with him, she can't even leave!" Bart felt himself grow smaller and smaller, guilt weighing on him heavier.

"It might not even be Lex." Dinah butted in, trying to see some logic.

"Why are you defending him?!" Ollie hissed, making a grab for his crossbow. Dinah took a step back out of reach.

"Scars right?" Bart spoke. "Old and healed?" This time Oliver heard the words.

"It doesn't change anything!" Oliver snapped at the boy before turning to Dinah again with his anger.

"Well, it changes the accusation a little don't you think?! If they're healed it could not be Lex." Dinah grabbed Bart's contributions with tight fists, shaking it before the angered orbs of the enraged Green Arrow.

"If you won't help, fine. I'll do it myself." Oliver turned sharp, only a wall of muscle contributed by AC and Victor stopped him. "Move." he ordered, no hint of compassion in his voice.

"It's not Lex." Bart spoke, resigned to spilling the truth.

"You know noth-"

"Her name's Chloe." he intercepted the accusation.

Dinah watched from her position was the kid disarmed the green giant with a single name.

"What do you know of her?" Oliver asked, his anger swallowed by the victory of a name.

"It wasn't Lex."

"How do you know her?" Dinah tentatively stepped into the tension of their conversation. It felt like Oliver's immediate future rested on Bart's responses.

"When she was younger. When she Lionel's." Even the walls leaned in closer, questioning the kids knowledge.

"I think it will be easier if you just tell me everything you know about her before big green here decides to decapitate a villain for us." Dinah explained, sitting the boy on the breakfast bar stool before Arrow could shake information from him. She glanced, accepting the stoic presence of the other boys. Ac and Vic would stop Ollie before he ran out. Dinah took a deep breath and set the crossbow behind her on the worktop as Bart began.

"I don't know much. Met her in suicide slums when I was doing less honourable work." He grinned with the memory. "She didn't say much, took an offered bed and place to stay for the night. Next morning, two guards are dragging her kicking and screaming into a limo. Turns out Lionel's got a contract with her or something, she wouldn't say anything more."

"So Lionel did it?" Ollie growled. "And she's just shacked up with his son for some more sick kicks?"

"You don't understand."

"Then explain it to me before my fist travels through your face." Dinah rolled her eyes, it seemed the recent RL65 use hadn't worn off entirely.

"Lex 'saved' her. He got the contract, don't know how. But she suddenly found herself jumping when Lex barked for it." He scoffed a laugh "She thinks she owes him something for taking her from Lionel."

"Lionel will pay."

"According to the news, he's already getting his dose of karma." Victor butted in, throwing yesterday's paper onto the table. Dinah stepped forward and read the headline.

"Luthor battles liver cancer." Dinah spoke to the room. "The eldest Luthor speaks to Glen Anders about his on-going battle with liver cancer, describing his emotional rollercoaster of failed treatments, his family turmoil as he tried to reconnect with his son and his struggle managing his business in such condition. Blah blah blah." Dinah slid the paper away from her.

"Pain meds aren't working. Treatments are failing." Victor added, having already read the article. "He's suffering and he'll be gone soon. Just be patient Oliver."

"Patient?" he hissed.

"Ollie." The word was a warning. He wisely took it.

"Fine, so we get her out of this contract, and she won't owe Lex anything." Ollie suggested.

"Except we have no idea what the contract is." Bart explained. "I've begged for years to find a way out. Last year she came with an idea. And… I've just realised what her new deal is." he broke off. "She's trading your identity for her freedom." Bart looked up wide eyes to Oliver eyes.

"They'll be another way." Oliver answered after a seconds pause.

"Ollie, you can't just skate over this!" Dinah snapped. "It's your identity, it's everything."

"And it's her life. We'll find a way." His temper seemed to have faded, simple acceptance followed. "Also, since your friend is back in town, you might want to explain these to her." His arms reached to a file he'd dropped on the way in and tossed it to Bart.

Images slipped out across the table. Dinah stepped back in revolt.

"What the hell are these?!" she hissed.

"What little Miss Luthor thinks I do." he answered, stepping his way past Ac and Victor with ease.

Dinah flipped back to Bart.

"What are we going to do now?" Bart could only shrug.

"I'll talk to Chloe. Explain these." he tried.

"And about Oliver?!"

"I don't know… maybe there's some other way."

"You're going to talk to her, find out about whatever deal she made with Lex, whatever she's got to do to get out of it, and you're going to find another solution." Dinah hissed. "Tonight."

"Gunna have to wait. We've got another facility tonight." Vic spoke, the room fell silent with acceptance. This problem could be put off to another day, but Lex's facilities, they were needed to be dealt with now.

Victor sighed to himself as the team silently spread around the apartment to deal with their own business. This, Chloe, was something different indeed, trapped by the Luthors, playing on the side of good and evil.

His mind went to the Nexus file Ollie had dumped in his lap when he returned earlier; without her information they'd be dead, it would have been flagged as soon as it came onto their radar, they'd be storming the fort without a second thought… just like they'd be doing with the Starnu facility tonight. It crossed his mind that this could also be a trap, but… surely Lex wasn't that clever. Either way, he made a mental note to be extra vigilant and cautious tonight. Victor sat at the computer again, looking through the scanned schematics of Nexus. They would have had no idea at all, it was cleverly designed, it was beyond anything they thought Lex capable of. How long had he been studying them?

Fear crossed him, without this woman they'd be kissing goodbye to their lives in no more than a week.

Who was she?

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Such a mystery is dear little Chloe.
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