Defining Moments: 7/?
“Oliver Queen.”
He looked up, smirking, as Tess Mercer shot him a surprised look. “Surprised?”
Tess grimaced. “That you’re in an office? Very.”
He chuckled darkly. “But you knew I was here?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying?” she asked, sounding amused. “That I’ve been spying on you?”
Oliver snorted. “Haven’t you?”
Tess strode round the desk, glaring at him. “I don’t make a habit of spying on my exes.” She gave him a pointed look. “Unlike some, I go to work.”
“Oh, come on.” He snarled, unable to believe she was pretending to be innocent. With a flourish, he threw the bugged belt down on to her desk, watching as she picked it up.
“Very dramatic.” She drawled, fixing him with an amused stare. “But I can assure you, if I was spying on you, you wouldn’t know.” She tossed the belt back. “Must be a different woman scorned.”
Oliver grimaced, pushing up from her chair and staring at his ex. “But I was certain that you were the specialist in that area.”
Tess smiled smugly. “Might want to double check your facts there.” With a growl, he stalked out of Tess’ office, hearing her say, her voice just loud enough to carry down the hall, “Well, I guess your unofficial leave of absence has yet to end.”
He wrung the belt in his hands as he darted down the stairs and out of the Daily Planet. If Tess didn’t plant the chip onto his belt, he had no clue who had. He was glad the virus had broken out. Killing Tess would have been just one more bullet point on his list of regrets.
Eyes widening at the strange looks he was receiving from passersby, he strode down a side alley, raising the belt up to his eyes and examining it.
QUEEN
He paused, checking he hadn’t hallucinated. No, it was definitely made by his company and he was pretty certain he was spying on himself.
It couldn’t be...not Chloe.
‘A woman scorned’ Tess had said. Chloe had lost her husband...ex-husband...Jimmy, because of a mistake he’d made. One of many. No surprise she didn’t trust him. She’d seen him at his worst, knew what he was capable of, what he regretted. Lex. Lois. Jimmy.
Why couldn’t she just forget what had happened? Didn’t she want to? He picked up his phone, sliding down to her number. He should call her. Tell her to move on. Whatever, she was waiting for, it wasn’t going to happen. He’d been wrong too many times and now it was over.
Green Arrow was not coming back.
No matter what Chloe did.
He pressed call, it went straight to voicemail.
“Leave me alone.” He grumbled, knowing he didn’t sound convincing. “Don’t try to call me.”
This phone call was the most contact he’d had with Chloe since Jimmy’s’ funeral. He couldn’t help but feel sad it was one-sided, that Chloe wasn’t to smile at him.
If she even smiled anymore.