Salvation. With chloeas.

[olliequeen]

It was past Midnight.

He'd spent hours on the balcony of the Ace of Clubs after Clark had left, staring over the city blankly but not really seeing it.

He only had one drink, and it hadn't been nearly strong enough for what his body was craving. The short night had been the longest amount of time he'd been sober in weeks. Since the day of Jimmy Olsen's funeral.

Thoughts of Jimmy had made him think of the one person he'd done his best to avoid. The one person who'd been hurt most by everything that had happened. Whose life had been utterly wrecked. Shutting his eyes against his thoughts hadn't made them go away and he'd sucked in a breath, trying to steel himself against the pain.

Now as he stood on the doorstep of what he knew was called, quite appropriately, the Watchtower, he rubbed a hand over his face, his stomach in knots.

He'd faced Lois. He'd faced Clark.

He'd even faced Tess.

And he'd pushed all of them away, some more subtlely than others.

But this?

He wasn't sure he was ready to do this. But he had to. He owed it to her. He owed a lot of people a lot of things, but no one as much as her.

Reaching out, he knocked loudly.

And waited.

Terrified.

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[chloeas.livejournal.com]

She wasn't expecting anyone, Emil wasn't supposed to come by, Lois didn't even know the Watchtower existed, the Toy Man was being handled by the authorities by now and Clark didn't knock.

Chloe picked up the gun that had been carefully hidden under her main desk and made her way towards the door, her eyes widening when she made out the face that was standing outside.

With a deep breath, Chloe hurriedly unlocked the door and pulled it open, her eyes widening even more when she took in his appearance, Clark had told her what had happened at the press conference, and she knew enough about what had been going on with Oliver up to a few weeks before today, until her camera was discovered. But seeing him like that still shocked her into silence for a few long seconds.

"Oliver?"

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't matter, Chloe. It shouldn't have been him. Jimmy didn't do anything wrong. He didn't hurt anyone. He didn't--" He shook his head and resumed pacing. "He shouldn't have been the one." He swallowed hard, his stomach clenching.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

He didn't argue. There was no fight left in him. "Okay," he murmured, sitting down heavily on the sofa and then stretching out, resting an arm over his eyes and exhaling slowly.