Catching Up. With chloeas.

There was faint smoke still covering the city as he made his way into the Watchtower. He wasn't happy about having to leave the city when he knew those towers were about to be finished, but an emergency at Queen Industries had left him with little choice but to take his jet back to California for a couple of days.

He stepped inside the main room and spotted Chloe in her usual seat. "Hey. Was there some kind of fire or--" Oliver froze, stopping mid-sentence when he caught sight of the cuts and the bruises on her face.

"Jesus, Chloe. What the hell happened?"

Yeah, I don't know about that.

You Are Electronic Music

You are energetic and expressive. You love feeling alive. You never get sick of your favorite things - they're what makes life special. You don't take tradition or conventions too seriously. You live for the future. You enjoy remixes and re-interpretations of things. Life is about making improvements.

What Kind of Music Are You?

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Nuffsaid Entry.

It'd be nice if, on occasion at least, the lines between black and white weren't so muddled with gray. If the difference between right and wrong was an easier call to make.

Or if the justice system actually worked on any kind of steady basis.

But that's what I'm here for.

When the system fails--and all too often it does--I won't.




[ooc: Not disabling comments because not everyone is a member of nuffsaid. Although if your pup doesn't know Ollie is Green Arrow, this is him talking as that side of himself, not as Oliver.]

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World is not black and white.