From my backlog, Drabblet continuation to Petite Morte; Forty years into the future, Chloe fools around in the Watchtower and  Davis...tries not to?

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Completely AU s9 fic. Davis gets his freedom back and the first thing he does is start catching Kryptonite bullets in the back. Chloe is less than content.

( She slides her hand to his side, keeping the towel up as he walks to the shower. “I’m fine.” He says stubbornly. He’s probably thinking of her deadline, the idiot. )