Late Night Meeting. With thekentboy, and chloeas.

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Oliver had waited until Chloe had fallen asleep that night to don his gear once more and head to the roof of the Watchtower. From there, he fired an anchor line to a building across the street and glided over with ease.

He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, his body already tense. In a voice only slightly louder than talking-volume, he said, "All right, Blur. We need to talk."

And then he waited.