So, I said something about adding an extra posting day, I'm thinking of posting mondays, wednesdays and saturdays to cheer up the week. Depending on progress I make I may remove the extra monday posting.

Not familiar with spa's. Unfortunately I don't have a billionaire who enjoys treating me to them like Chloe does.

Damn fictional world… they have it so good.

I did do my research…but if something is off, blame it on the lack of billionaire in my life.

Chapter Thirty; High Standards

A shrill of intrusion stirred her. She heard Oliver groan and roll over ending the interruption to a peaceful sleep.

"Sorry. Go back to bed." He kissed the top of her head, wriggling from her reach and scrubbing a hand over his tired eyes. Working sucked some days.

"No." she moaned in complaint and slipped across to wrap her arms around his waist as he sat on the bed, trying to find the mentality to stand and leave her. "Come back to bed. Nobody needs to work."

"Chloe. I'll be back later. I promise." That was making the assumption that sometime in the next hour he'd find the strength to leave.

"I can make you stay." She didn't even try to hold back the suggestion.

"Minx." he accused.

"Just 5 more minutes. You're so warm and soft."

"What am I? A teddy bear?" he laughed. "Besides, we both know those 5 minutes will turn into something a lot longer."

"Let them." she suggested. "I won't judge you for skipping work."

"Take mercy on me."

"Mercy is for the weak."

"And placed in the same bed as you, do you really expect me to have any strength?" She smiled. Her lips kissed along his shoulder, her warm hands keeping him close.

"Do I need to tell you to hurry back, or is that implied?"

"I think I got that from the monkey cuddle I'm getting. Besides, I have thoughts of you all wet and dirty being rubbed up and down by another woman in my head all day. Needless to say; I'll be seeing you as soon as I can."

"As long as I get you when you come back" she qualified.

"For however long you want. Whatever you want." he promised and she dropped her ensnaring hold.

"Have a nice day at work honey." she mocked in parting and dropped back down, snuggling up to his pillow, settling back into a bubble of sleep. He chuckled and shuffled around trying to find motivation to work at all for the next few years.

Chloe's next waking up was a lot different.

"Chloe! Spa! Get up!" Dinah's voice carried clear and loud without care. "Up! Up! Up!"

"Go away. I'm tired and you're being mean." Chloe cracked open an eye, checking the time. They had ages. "Dinah. Why so early?" Oliver had left at 6am because the world of business was partially insane. But the spa didn't want them till 10 and here she was stuck between times trying to reason with Dinah's logic before her first cup of coffee.

"I wouldn't be waking you up this early if you didn't have to dish out details about Oliver."

"Oh Dinah. We had sex. Get over it." Chloe face planted into the pillow breathing in Oliver's scent.

"Wow that bad huh?" she teased, knowing Chloe would dive alive to defend her lover. As predicted she turned over and opened both eyes. That was the extent of alive b.c. (before coffee) for Chloe.

"Fine. He's delicious. I want him. Yum yum. Leave me alone." she answered the demands of Dinah without any emotion and tried again for sleep.

"Where?"

"Where do you need to leave me alone? Here would be good."

"No. I need details about the first fuck."

"Dinah. You're being crude."

"I'm being therapist. Now I'll go bring you your coffee, from your favourite cart, with your favourite extras if, and only if, you answer all my questions."

"I'm not entertaining your pervy mind with any diagrams or anything."

"Did I ask for diagrams?" Dinah stated and sat into a chair, her feet propped on the bed. "Okay, we'll start simple. Who gave in first?" Chloe tucked the duvet under her arms, covering her nakedness and shuffled up to entertain Dinah's twisted mind. "No need to ask what you were doing last night huh?"

"I gave in first." Chloe answered, ignoring the insinuation.

"When?"

"Middle of the night a week or so ago."

"Weeks?" Dinah huffed. "Fine. Then what?"

"I'm not giving you step by step. You're lucky you're getting this much." Dinah rolled her eyes. "Fine. I woke him up and we had sex. End of story." Dinah didn't say anything. No more questions. Chloe fussed with her hair and the duvet till Dinah's voice came again.

"I'm happy for you both." Chloe hadn't expected that. "Lord knows Oliver has needed that and it was clear you were desperate." Dinah stood, straightening the wrinkle in her trousers. "Alright. Up, dressed and down in 10 minutes. I'll be back with coffee and calories." Chloe blinked. She had expected a lot worse. Maybe Dinah had dialled it down for her, knowing her preference of privacy.

Chloe slipped from the bed into the bathroom and met problem number two. She muttered a curse to Oliver, wherever the hell he was. You couldn't fail to notice the purple hickey fallen on her neck like some love drunk teen. All thanks to Oliver, making sure he marked his territory. She sighed and made a mental note to keep her hair down all day, maybe add a little make-up to cover it.

Dinah was watching a sitcom when Chloe was drawn downstairs by the familiar aroma of coffee, blended with nothing but the purest of loves. Her first sip was invigorating and she was back at rights. Everything seeming so much more alive. Dinah grinned.

"You can try denying your addiction. But I know better."

"Oh. I would never do something as cruel as denying my relationship to coffee. It means too much to me." Chloe purred between greedy sips.

"And Oliver doesn't?" Dinah snuck in. Chloe groaned, the coffee suddenly seemed to decline in amazingness. Dinah had a tighter grip on the subject than a dog on his favourite bone. "Now that you're speaking sense. I'm going to need the full run down. Start at the beginning." Chloe sighed and dropped her head against the arm of the sofa. How foolish she was for thinking Dinah had finished her interrogation.

"Welcome Ladies. My name is Harriet and I'm here to make sure you get the very best out of your day here." This over bubbly character was the response to walking up to the front desk and pointing to their names under the heading of 'Queen Party'.

Dinah was already regretting this. She dealt better with cynicism and pessimism as friends. Optimism just got insulted and picked on whenever it came near. "Here are the details about the services we offer and these are your planned days." Chloe took the list filled with unfamiliar long words and times associated. "May I ask if either of you ladies have any mobiles on you? We have a strict zero technology rule. It breaks the peaceful vibe we have here." Dinah rose an eyebrow, she didn't sign up for a 'vibe'.

"Didn't bring mine." Chloe said, holding up her hands. Harriet grinned, clearly impressed and approving.

"And you, Miss?" Dinah looked guilty.

"I'd rather keep mine with me." Chloe knew the reason; she was expecting a text from the black bat hunk of a night thing about their next meet up. Which Chloe had been promised the full story on later.

"We can keep them safe. There's no reason not to."

"Still. I'd rather-"

"Dinah, give her the phone." Dinah scowled at the gang up and grudgingly handed over the phone into the manicured hands of the bubbly over grown child. "You won't have time to check it anyway." Chloe explained as Harriet left for a few seconds and leaned across to show Dinah the prepared activities.

"They expect me to do all of these with Little Miss Fun Fun Fun following me around?"

"I think we lose her later. I hope we do." Ms Happy returned and led them into a locker room.

"These are your robes. Please make yourselves comfy and you can wait in the room to the back after you've changed. Any questions and I'm only a call away. Enjoy your stay." Dinah breathed a sigh in relief as the door closed behind her.

"Thank you." she whispered in prayer to the gods. "I was so close to breaking her twig of a neck." she admitted and turned to Chloe. "What's up first?"

"I'm guessing we spend some time in the mysterious back room. We've got a slot free."

"Okay. Sure. As long as we have distance from Miss Popular." Chloe grinned and wandered to a locker. They had both worn the bikini's under their clothes and took a change of clothes with them, so it was a case of stripping off and slipping on the robe before the magical back room came into view.

Dinah let out a low whistle.

"This is how the rich and fabulous must live." she commented, earning an elbow jab from Chloe making sure she kept her voice down. It was pretty spectacular though. High golden ceilings, fountains, flowers, statues of art sculpting. It was like Willy Wonka's guide of the relaxation factory. Upper class style. "Just how much does Oliver earn?" Dinah asked, this time remembering to keep her voice at a conversational level. Chloe shrugged, lost along the exact same train of thought. Sure, the place must have cost a bomb, but he'd only booked the night before and somehow they seemed to have everything and anything at their finger tips. "Talk about living like a Queen." Dinah joked.

"Ah. You two lovely ladies must be Miss Lance and Miss Sullivan. Welcome to the day room. Champagne and refreshments are to your left. Feel free to help yourself and explore around between appointment times. All our facilities are openly available and for your own leisure. Enjoy your stay."

Wow, who hired the foreign exchange masseuse? French may be the language of love, but his body conveyed so much more than his words ever could. Chloe nudged Dinah again, breaking her staring contest with his ass as he walked away.

"What? He said we could feel free to look around." Dinah complained and let her eyes fall back. Chloe rolled her eyes and took Dinah's arm, leading her around the pool and to the food. She had been dragged out before her second cup of coffee. "They really do have high standards here. High firm standards. Nicely shaped too."

"What would Batman think of you staring at another man's ass?" Chloe reminded her then froze in shock. There was no coffee. Maybe they had a separate room, devoted to different types of coffee. Or maybe that was a scene from her dream world…

What spa didn't serve coffee?

Oh yeah…the healthy ones.

Damn them to hell.

"I think he'd be alright. We had a good brawl last night. Relieved a bit of tension and built up a hell of a lot more. I think I'll tell him I had a good feel of another man and maybe I'll get to roll in the dirt with him some more." Dinah tilted her head, not finding Chloe's reaction appropriate. "Chloe? Earth to Chloe."

"He's trying to wean me off coffee." she accused. "They don't have coffee. He knew they didn't have coffee." Dinah laughed at her mini panic attack.

"Chloe. Deep breathes. Relax. He's not trying to keep you from coffee, that's a romance even his powers couldn't break. And besides, he bought you coffee last night. You can live for another few hours without your caffeine."

"You're right. I can probably barter some from the staff." Chloe replied. Lost to her own coffee coloured world. "Alright on with the Bat issue. What were you two fighting about last night? And I thought you weren't going to Gotham till Tuesday."

"I didn't go to Gotham. He found me having a good stalk around the crappier parts of town. Just pulls up. Out of no-where, and starts battering these thugs I totally had claim over."

"I had them!" Dinah hissed to the fancy vigilante who swooped to her unnecessary rescue.

"Arrow didn't teach you to share?" There was that voice again, so deep, so lulling, so magical.

"Arrow understands I don't play well with others."

"What a pity. I was rather hoping I'd get to see more of you."

"You're seeing me now. And outside of your city limits may I add. Who will protect the great Gotham if you're over here?"

"I wanted to see you again." he answered, ignoring all her questions.

"You want a re-match? Because I'll just win again."

"Hmm. I stand by the point I let you win." he argued, his smile growing.

"You can stand aside and let me win our little game? But when it comes to my own fights you have to butt your way in? Doesn't sound fair."

"It was all my gentlemanly nature. I couldn't bear if you got hurt." She scoffed.

"Gentlemen don't exist. And if they did I wouldn't want one. Besides, we both know you're not a gentleman."

"Really?" His posture changed to that of an interested man, pulling more words from her lush lips.

"Dark alleys don't really scream high class. Though I would say you belonged to the upper class." she mused aloud. He stepped forward, she stood stock still, letting him stand opposite till he was directly before her, looking down at her features with interest and intent.

"And why would you say that?"

"One; your 'outfit' is possibly the highest grade you can get. Two; hello sexy man-car worth more than my house. Three; shiny polished personally designed weapons you can discard at any given time. Four; posture. Five; tone. Six-" His lips collided with hers and silenced her. Her hands naturally reached out for him, pulling him down further to her height. She felt the wall hit her back and was vaguely aware they had moved during her exploration. The man had muscles. Muscles of steel it seemed.

"You need to learn when to be quiet." he spoke and his touch was gone.

"You need to learn how to treat a lady." she countered. "So get back here and either finish what you started or piss off and don't come back."

"I see no lady attached to a mouth like yours. Besides, I'll be back. But like you said; I left my city un-guarded." He stepped back, toward his sleek car.

Anger rose in her blood and she pulled his own weapons from her belt and hurled them at his left and right arms. They went wide, as planned, and stuck into the metal of the car. He turned slowly.

"I gave you two options. Finish or don't come back." she repeated.

"And I added my own. The rules tend to become flexible around me." She fluttered her eyes and opened her mouth to let out a sonic scream. The glass in his car windows vibrated while that above him shattered, falling like diamond rain onto his impenetrable cloak covering his cowering form. She took out his legs as he made to stand with a sweeping kick and crouched, pressing her own blade to his exposed throat. His Adam's apple pure temptation to her inner Eve but she kept focus, blocking out the luring hisses. "And what do you plan to do? Kill me."

"The thought crossed my mind." He grinned and the tables turned leaning into the second fight between them. They covered the neighbouring alleys, taking their brawl to safer, less glass covered ground for a good roll.

"He ditched me after that. Leaving me with just a promise of seeing me again and a kiss on my cheek. Like I was a child or something."

"How is this going to work? You don't know who each other are."

"Actually, that's not so much true." Dinah sheepishly met Chloe's eyes. "I got back to my apartment to find my blade shoved through the open window along with a black rose and a note to say he'd be seeing me again. I figure if he knows where I live… he knows who I am."

For the most part of the day Dinah and Chloe had been surrounded by professionals making personal talk very difficult and Dinah was dying for information about Oliver. They'd been swamped by different aromas while hands pressured different areas, herbal things placed across them. Hot stones at one point too. But Chloe had to admit, she felt fabulous after she had been massaged head to toe. It was super refreshing and she felt like she could conquer the world. From Dinah's appreciative moans Chloe imagined she agreed.

Finally they found peace in a 30 minute session in the hot springs outside. The gardens were beautiful, the very essence of calming, but the water with its jets against their backs was so much better. Oh my god. No words could describe the effect.

"I swear the chic that did my nails was trying to force that drink on me." Dinah stated as she laid back against the rocks. Chloe laughed. The majority of the day they had been delivered endless supplies of mocktails and herbal teas. Chloe had accepted the majority, hoping it would kick back the coffee craving. "It was green. As a general rule I say no drinking of green things."

"It did taste quite bad." Chloe admitted.

"I can't believe you even tried it. Speaking of trying; how about that yummy blonde who gave me that chakra massage? I swear I'd let him tell me about controlling my inner chakra's all day and night if he kept his hands on me." Chloe agreed, while she had had a female masseuse, her eyes had more than once strayed across to Dinah's. He was very well defined and so gentle, but despite all that, he still couldn't hold a candle to her Oliver. "They must breed hot men here." Like a magic word the door slid open and another man walked from the main area to a different hut, smiling at them as he went past. Dinah followed him with her eyes, no care for the fact she looked like a predator with the way she licked her lips. "Yummy." Dinah muttered under her breathe as she got her last glance before he disappeared from sight.

"In a word." Chloe agreed.

"Since you brought up the topic," Dinah picked on a stray thought and shot off on a tangent "How was dinner with Ollie last night? Did you play Lady and the Tramp with your meatballs?" Chloe laughed.

"There was no nose-pushing or spaghetti kisses. Sorry to disappoint." Chloe grinned and sunk lower into the water, letting the scents swim around her head dizzyingly. But in a pleasant wave of dizziness, like the buzz of alcohol after the second glass. "There was some fudge cake though." Chloe tipped her head back with a sigh as she thought of it. She'd kill for another slice. "And a weird waitress." Chloe added as a second thought.

"How weird?"

"Compromising photos on her phone weird." Dinah rose an eyebrow.

"Compromising how?" Chloe looked around. There was no-one about within ear shot.

"All her past conquests in a secret folder."

"Say no more. I've met the kind before." Dinah had met someone of every kind. "I had a weirder friend though." she mused aloud. "Back in college, this chic in my dorm had a thing for vampires. And I don't just mean the tv kind. She liked her men to dress up with fangs and bite her. They'd give her hickeys. Like the one you're sporting very fashionably right now." Dinah noted and Chloe blushed, moving her hair to cover it again. Damn Ollie. He'd pay for that. "But she was crackers, absolutely obsessed by them. She started on this website meeting other freaks like her and they'd talk about death and stuff. That's when I quit with the friend thing. It just got a little too much, she actually thought she was a vampire."

"Wow. Does she still?"

"Oh no. It was a phase. She's an accountant, or she was the last I heard. There is a psychological reason for why vampires attract teens though."

"There's a reason?"

"Apparently so. Because they're all sex obsessed and thinking of the bodily exchange of fluids they are attracted to the whole blood drinking and exchange idea. Then because they like to stay up late and sleep late they relate to the sleeping habits of vampires. But above all, because of the hormonal changes rushing through them, they believe they are transitioning to vampires themselves. It's all some deep underlying psychological thing."

"Which apparently you paid attention too." Chloe observed in awe. "I didn't know you took psychology."

"I didn't. I did date this guy that did though, and he thought it was funky to tell me everything he had learnt. Back then I was actually trying to play girlfriend and pay attention. Till I learned I could get by without it." Dinah grinned.

"Impressive."

"What can I say? I'm made of speciality." Dinah beamed, her face aglow from the facial massage both had received.

"Ladies." They both turned back to the voice. "There's a meditation class in 10 minutes if you would care to attend." They were informed by some petite female. Dinah turned back to Chloe.

"Want to meditate? Could be fun." Chloe shrugged, indifferent to the suggestion.

"Sure. Why not?"

20 minutes later Dinah and Chloe were sat cross legged at the back of a wooden hall, trying not to giggle.

"She doesn't look calm does she?" Dinah continued in a whisper. Mercilessly picking on an obese woman who was in the group and practically had a vein popping from her head as she tried to concentrate. "Would we call an ambulance if that vein popped, or do you think she would die instantly?" Chloe bit her lips and tried to keep her eyes closed, her mind on anything but the hilarious visual of some poor paramedics trying to find a stretcher big enough for her. It wasn't at all like her personality to pick on someone or take humour in a form. Usually she didn't even notice it. But Dinah had a talent in finding a flaw hilarious, not to mention she was the spawn of Satan when she wanted to be. And quite frankly, the class was so very boring. All they did was sit and breathe. "Would she even fit into an ambulance?" Dinah continued. "She looks like a pancake." Chloe couldn't hold back the giggle and found herself shushed by the teacher as he made his round. "She-"

"Dinah. Shhh" Chloe hissed between silent giggles. Dinah cracked an eye open and grinned.

"Ladies. Is there something the matter?" A male voice came from over Dinah's shoulder.

"No Sir." Dinah replied school girl like and licking her lips slowly to show her admiration for his physique.

"Very good. Now relax your pose and keep your breathing deep and slow. Yes, like that. Very good." he praised and Dinah beamed.

5 minutes later he was back over again. His face said he had clearly heard their whisper conversation and was also finding it comical but as a professional he had to remain in a battle with a straight face. "Am I going to need to keep you two back after class?" he teased.

"Oh please sir. See, we need a little extra help."

"I see." he replied, going along with her.

"My friend here, she's so very muddled and finds it hard to concentrate." Chloe's eyes shot open and daggers sliced into Dinah to try keep her silent. Chloe should have known nothing could keep her silent.

"And what is it troubling you friend?" he replied in a whisper, crouching down before them.

"She's denying that she's in love with the man who adores her thinking that she'd save her heart from hurt. Bless her, she's so confused." Dinah continued and Chloe dropped all pretence of false concentration upon the exercise.

"Love is hard, but not loving someone is a lot harder. I think you already know how you feel don't you?" He tipped his grin toward Chloe and she blushed a little, her eyes casting down. "As I thought. I wish you happiness with that." He turned back to Dinah. "You, however, need to behave whilst in my class." He tried for serious but Dinah was pulling her most innocent face and had him lost to humour again.

"If I don't?" she prompted.

"If you don't you'll be staying behind to write out lines and you'll miss the rest of your day with your friend."

"You don't have that power." She called his bluff, reading his hypnotising baby blue eyes.

"Are you willing to risk your massages and deny your other masseuses to find out?" He had her there. If anyone could pinpoint Dinah, he had done it. She liked the relaxation, she liked the zero-stress, but above all she loved the men rubbing across her body and telling her what fantastic skin she had. "I thought not." he spoke concluding and victorious noting her facial expression. He stood and wandered back to the front to instruct further and Dinah set her back straight and obeyed his every word, seeking his praise and warm words caressing her ears again. She was rewarded with his attention many more times that lesson.

After a deep sea mud wrap and an 'experience' shower Chloe was standing back with Dinah finishing the day and collecting the car.

"Well. That was different. It doesn't feel right to go back to work tomorrow." Dinah stated, finally being re-united with her phone and turning it back on as Chloe settled into the driver's seat.

"I know what you mean. Life seems so far away." Chloe agreed. She'd been prey to her wandering thoughts but nothing had seemed stressful. She hadn't been worried about Oliver and what he was doing. She hadn't been worried about the big bad and she had never felt more beautiful. Now she was out of paradise though she had one sin she desperately wanted to commit. Lust. As soon as she got back she'd strip off and show Oliver just how much she appreciated his gift. She glanced at the clock in the dashboard as she started the car. He should be home by now.

A buzzing vibration sounded three times in succession and Dinah attacked her phone to read the texts. She sighed at the first and dashed her fingers in a short rhythm across the key pad, talking to Chloe as she did.

"Work wants me in early tomorrow. Some new guest to talk to who wants some special agreement made. I have no idea who the hell he is. But he must be special." Her finger flew again and the text was sent. One down. Dinah's next expression was puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"Un-known number." she stated. She opened the text and started reading.

'Miss Lance. Gotham hasn't been as beautiful since you left. Meet me tomorrow.'

"Is it weird that I'm giddy that the Batman just text me?" Dinah asked. Chloe laughed.

"I really can't say anything." Chloe admitted and Dinah grinned.

"He wants to meet with me again. Lazy ass." she snapped and deleted his text reading the next one. It was from the same number.

'You really should text me back rather than ignoring me. Besides, after being teased all day by male masseuses I bet you're craving me, and I know I'm desperate to see you again. Show you how you should be treated.'

"Men!" Dinah scoffed after looking around not so casually. "Think they're so clever."

"Is that the general population of men or just the one you're angry at?" Chloe asked, knowing the answer already.

"Anger? Oh I'm not angry. I'm just slightly pissed that he thinks he knows me so well. The arse!"

Dinah typed a few things. A few nasty things, a few soppy sweet things and a few teasingly evil things. But each just got deleted before she hit send as she re-read them. Why could she not sound like she wanted to? Eventually she just snapped her phone shut again and pocketed it. Men!

Chloe parked as they reached the centre of metropolis again.

"Why are we stopping? I thought you wanted to see Oliver." Dinah asked.

"I have another relationship that needs some nurturing." Chloe admitted. Dinah rolled her eyes, it had been 6 hours since Chloe's last cup of java, she was barely together as it was. If she denied any longer she'd start getting shakes or something. Whatever it was one got with caffeine withdrawal.

"Alright. I should come with. We don't want another accident at the coffee stall do we?" They passed the café and a games arcade, Chloe's feet following her nose to her favourite coffee stand. Dinah followed dutifully, her eyes scanning for anybody looking shifty. Chloe placed her order and received her relieving taste without any side effects and Mission; coffee break, was considered a success. They strolled down the pavement as she drunk the liquid love.

Dinah suddenly stopped by an outdoor café and took Chloe by the arm. Instantly Chloe went on high alert. Had Dinah seen something?

"I should get his number." she suddenly said and Chloe could have died from the sudden gush of tension leaving her.

"Dinah you scared me half to death. Besides I thought you already had Batman's number."

"Not him. His." She nodded her head at a tall muscular man, sipping coffee in an expensive suit as he flipped the next page of his newspaper.

"Dinah you're not dating him, you don't need his number."

"No. But Mr. Bat thinks I'm all whipped by his mysterious presence. It would do him good to have his ego kicked back. Besides this guy looks smart, reasonably handsome and he's not hiding a secret identity. I like. I think I should go for it."

"You're doing this to teach him a lesson aren't you?" Chloe rightly guessed. "You're wandering into deep waters Dinah." she warned.

"Good thing I can swim then." Dinah quipped. "You be good and wait in the car. 'Kay. Mommy's got some fishing to do and she can't have you being stolen." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"I'll go wait in the car. But if you're more than 5 minutes I'm driving off without you."

"Fair enough." she allowed and scanned around the streets, the car in her clear sight. Chloe would be safe. Dinah re-arranged her breasts in her outfit and stood tall. "Wish me luck." she whispered, not that she need it, and sauntered over to slide in beside Mr. Business man.

Chloe laughed under her breath and wandered back to lean against the hood of the car, watching Mr. Business stumble over words and sign away all his numbers.

"Miss Sullivan." A sharp precise voice came from behind her, a cold object placed at her ribs and she froze. "Ah. No sound." She was corrected as she made to scream. "Look up at the roof." She complied. "See that glimmer, that's a sniper and he's aimed straight at your flirting friend. One move wrong and she gets her head removed from her shoulders. Understand?" Chloe nodded. Once Dinah was clear she'd take this guy. She could do it. But while Dinah was in danger she wouldn't risk it. "Take the alley on the left. Do it now." She felt a prodding in her ribs and she was urged to walk. Complying she started off, slowly. Hoping Dinah might run across to her and out of target's sight. But then again, if Dinah looked like she knew, would it lead to her death?

Chloe couldn't help but think how angry Oliver would be. At Dinah for letting this happen, not that she could have stopped it. At himself for not being there. And probably at her for not getting Dinah killed to save herself. "Keep walking. See the black van?" Again she nodded. "Get inside." Chloe paused for a split second. "Don't try." he corrected her thoughts. "One wrong step and you lose your bitch. Sniper stays till you're with us. Understand?" Chloe nodded and kept walking. Basically she couldn't make her move till she was in the van and being driven away. Anything wrong would lead to Dinah's death and she wouldn't have that on her conscience.

Besides, Dinah had a romance to try sort out… once Oliver was through interrogating her. "Get inside" he shoved the object against her side again and the doors opened. She was lifted inside and before she could kick out a leg a sharp point was in her neck and she felt her eyes close. She'd been drugged, again.

Oliver was going to kill her.

Oliver ain't gunna be a happy bunny with Dinah about this.

Nope. Not at all.

How are we leaning when it comes to Dinah/Batman relations? I haven't got any major abusive comments so I'm guessing you're alright with it... I know some people don't like the cross-over of including Batman...but I wanted Dinah to find a happy ending, or at least have a shot at it.

Also, bad news for the soft of heart: next chapter may not bring happiness... but there's drama...