Invisible Heart 1/?
Title: Invisible Heart 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: She's invisible, a ghost, untraceable...but he sees her. AU
Notes: After posting the prologue I decided I should clarify how AU this story is or else it will take you chapters to realize the differences. Oliver never did go to Metropolis. So there has never been any communication between he and Clark and Chloe. Tess, while she has much of the same attitude, her motives and actions aren't usually questionable, so she is trustworthy. The last time Lex was seen was at the Fortress of Solitude, so that part is consistent with the show. There are a few other things but they will be revealed as the story goes on. I know it is a bit slow right now, but come the next chapter is should start picking up more. Thanks Gen for editing. Banner by kc_2009.
“And what about LuthorCorp, a merger-.”
Oliver slammed his hand down on the table, startling the other six people sitting around. “The LuthorCorp merger was never on the table.”
“It would be an advantageous merger Mr. Queen, for both Queen Industries and Luthorcorp.”
Oliver frowned at the balding man. Accountants. “No. I’m flying out to Gotham on Thursday to discuss possible investments into Wayne Enterprises. I would have imagined, that alone would be enough to keep the shareholders from breathing down my neck. Queen Industries hasn’t done this well in over a decade. I’m not about to leave any of it under the control of Tess Mercer.” The name was said bitterly, and whether they picked up on it or not he didn’t care. The buzz of his phone drew his attention away from the six pairs of eyes staring at him. Opening the message his mood immediately shifted. “Gentleman, I think that’s all for today.” With that, Oliver was standing, leaving no room for discussion, and out of the double doors, his assistant, Cynthia, standing and following behind him.
“I’ll be flying out this afternoon. Cancel any meetings for today, but don’t reschedule. I’ll e-mail you tonight with more details about my return.” His phone vibrated again and he lifted it, responding with a growl of annoyance and stopping mid stride.
“Mr. Queen?”
Oliver looked up at Cynthia, one well-manicured eyebrow cocked in question. “Jenson, one of the shareholders has been hounding me for days about Luthorcorp.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“You’re sure?” He question, unsure about throwing her to the wolves during his absence.
“Mr. Queen, I didn’t make it this far by letting stuffy old men walk all over me.” She responded, a small smile offered to him.
It was the truth. Cynthia was in her mid forties when Oliver hired her. Her qualifications were enough to make him take a second look, but it was her similarities to his mother that had made his decision. From the blond hair, to the tailored business suits, and the perfect make up. And much to his embarrassment she treated him like her own child, which included stonewalling anyone. Many of the men he dealt with were over bearing, willing to throw around their power and money to influence anyone, but it never made Cynthia falter and on most occasions she sent them on their way. By the time she was through with them, they were never sure whether it was their own decision to leave or Cynthia’s. “Of course.” Tucking his phone into his pocket he continued on and entered the elevator, Cynthia only steps behind him, stopping just outside the elevator doors. “But if he mentions speaking to Mercy on his own, you can tell him that I’ll be doing some of my own talking, and that is a threat.”
“Yes, sir.”
The doors shut, leaving him to the silence of the elevator. With a sigh he grabbed his phone again, pulled up the text from Victor and responded back with an affirmative. Oliver would be meeting them at the jet in an hour.
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“Damn it Bart! Stop it!” The younger man quickly stopped the unnatural fast pace of his bouncing knee and then mumbled something about jets and enclosed spaces.
“Bart may be in his twenties Ollie, but he’s a kid at heart.”
At the sound of the familiar voice he turned his head, meeting her smile and soft eyes. “And a pain in the ass.”
“I heard that!”
With a roll of his eyes he focused on Dinah again. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“You needed me, I came.”
His chest tightened at her statement. “You know I need you for more then just missions.” The feminine sigh that accompanied his statement was to be expected. “Dinah-.”
“Ollie, we talked about this.”
“No,” he swiveled in the conference chair to face her, “you did most of the talking. I know you said it would take time...”
“And it will,” she added solemnly.
Oliver groaned rubbing his face furiously before planting his elbows in his knees and burying his face into his hands. “Dinah...”
“I know you’re sorry. Maybe it wasn’t the right time for us at that moment. We both had too much going on, all our lives were in turmoil, yours more so. You were in a bad place. You know maybe if it had been before or after...but it wasn’t.” Dinah paused, recalling the pain at finding out his betrayal. Their relationship still had been so new, but he had destroyed it in moments when he revealed to her that in a drunken binge he had slept with another woman. “And I still care about you, more then any other man I’ve ever known. But even so, the pain is still there, and I’m not ready.
He sighed and lifted his head, meeting her sad eyes and wincing slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
With that soft reply she stood and walked away from him, like she usually did when he tried talking to her. There were many regrets Oliver had, and ruining his relationship with Dinah was one of them.
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“Hey, Oliver.”
He glanced up, startled out of his doze and glanced up at Victor. “What?”
“Your phone,” Victor gestured by nodded his head to seat adjoining Oliver’s
Glancing over to the empty seat he spotted his phone vibrating. Grasping it, he narrowed his eyes in confusion then shook his head and answered it. “I’m sure Cindy sent my regrets.”
“She did. But I really have no interest whatsoever in you attending my birthday party. I have other business with you.”
“Luthorcorp?”
“No.”
“The fact that the thought of having your name on the same page as mine with this new merger makes you cringe?”
“No.”
Oliver smirked, stretching his legs out in front of him and slumping in his chair. “You made it to the top ten worst dressed super heroes? I told you capes and ears were so fifty years ago.”
“No.”
At the irritation in in his voice Oliver chuckled. “Alright Brucey. Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m shaking with anticipation over here. Can barely stay in my seat.”
“I was just letting you get the rest of the nonsense out of your system before we got down to business.”
“Well I’ve got more, but I’ll save it for next time.”
“How considerate of you. Where are you headed?”
Oliver frowned at his question. It wasn’t that Bruce didn’t know what Oliver did. In fact they had worked together as Batman and Green Arrow and a few rare occasions. The problem was they didn’t work well together, ever. “Syria.”
“Then you and I may be working on the same thing.”
Oliver resisted the urge to groan. “How do you know?”
“I do have resources that you aren’t aware of...that isn’t why I’m calling though.”
Regardless that Bruce knew Oliver’s movements when Oliver had no idea of his own, he was still intrigued. “Then what is it?” Victor walked up holding up two open hands and mouthing ‘ten minutes’. Oliver nodded and stood up; proceding to pack up is belongings.
“I was...intercepted.”
“Intercepted? You’ll have to be more specific. Were they ready for you?”
“Not the ‘they’ you would think. Someone else. Someone after the same thing I was. I was mere feet away from my target when I heard a struggle. By the time I arrived eight men were sprawled on the ground, all incapacitated. I caught site of my target and then it was gone, all I saw was a blur.”
“A blur?” Oliver stood up from sliding his laptop into his bag and drew his brow together in confusion.
“Yes. With my target gone, I instead focused on quickly trying to figure out what this blur was and what we were up against. I tried accessing the buildings security footage, but there was none. Only static. Someone cut it, and they didn’t do it on site. The strange thing is, it stops right before this blur enters the room. So this blur wasn’t working alone.”
Oliver frowned. This unknown blur could be after the same thing they were for honorable reasons, but if this person wasn’t.... “You think I’m going to run into the same thing.”
“I suspect.”
“So is this just a warning then?”
“Partially. But you have Bart don’t you?”
Now Oliver was starting to get the idea. “You think we should try to find out who this blur is?”
“If possible. I don’t like it.”
Neither did Oliver. “Thanks for the extra work.” Oliver clicked end and slipped his phone into his pocket.
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