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chloeasOliver stood on the rooftop of the clocktower, looking out over the city with more than a small amount of frustration.
Emil had given him the go ahead to resume 'regular duties' earlier that day, but unfortunately 'regular duties' did not, apparently, include dressing in green leather and taking down bad guys.
It had been nearly three weeks since the incident with Doomsday, and to say he'd been feeling restless was an understatement. It was beyond restless now.
Now he was just starting to feel useless.
And Oliver Queen did not enjoy feeling useless.
Heaving a sigh, he leaned heavily on the ledge, an unhappy expression on his face.
(Rated NC-17 later in the thread)
Emil had given him the go ahead to resume 'regular duties' earlier that day, but unfortunately 'regular duties' did not, apparently, include dressing in green leather and taking down bad guys.
It had been nearly three weeks since the incident with Doomsday, and to say he'd been feeling restless was an understatement. It was beyond restless now.
Now he was just starting to feel useless.
And Oliver Queen did not enjoy feeling useless.
Heaving a sigh, he leaned heavily on the ledge, an unhappy expression on his face.
(Rated NC-17 later in the thread)
