Oliver Queen

To: fastestguyalive, cry_canary, ac_aquaman, vs_cyborg, gothams_favson, falco_argentum, solarsteel.

SOS. Watchtower.

Oliver was exhausted, but he paced the floor of Watchtower despite the pain and tiredness. Emil had already come by, advised him to rest for the next several days, saying that in addition to a concussion, Oliver likely had broken ribs and other fractures. In fact, Emil had wanted him to come to the hospital with him for x-rays, but he'd flat-out refused. There wasn't time for that.

Not when Chloe was missing.

But he was going to need all hands on deck for this one, and the first thing he had to do was call Lois and make sure the kids were with her and that the three of them were safe.

He dialed her cell number and waited. "Are Mia and Michael with you?" he asked by way of greeting the second she said 'hello.'

It had been a routine patrol gone very, very wrong.

One minute he was stopping a mugging and the next there was a sharp pain in the back of his skull and he was eating the pavement a second later. And now, he didn't even know where the hell he was, because he was blindfolded, his arms tied very tightly behind his back.

And he was naked.

He shivered involuntarily, his feet in a cold puddle on the floor, his legs bound to the chair he was in. This was all leading him to the conclusion that something not good was happening.

Again.

Oliver rubbed a hand over his face as he knocked softly on Mia's door that morning. Chloe had left him a note telling him that she and Mike were taking a trip to the Daily Planet to see Lois, and that Mia was still sleeping. Figuring Chloe and Lois would probably be tied up for awhile, he figured it might be a good opportunity to spend some quality time with Mia.

They had no idea yet what had caused Mia and Mike's reversal in age and the Winchesters were coming to town in the next couple of days to try and help them figure it out. Assuming they would figure out what caused the two to revert back to small children, and assuming they could somehow undo it, Oliver couldn't help but want to give Mia a little bit of a childhood that she'd clearly never had.

And if they couldn't figure out what had caused the situation, and Mia and Mike remained children, he knew they were all going to have a tough road ahead. But that didn't mean he wouldn't step up to the plate.

"Mia?" His voice was soft and he heard Fletch bark excitedly.

Oliver's jaw was tight as he paced the floor of Watchtower.

He'd dealt with a lot of weird things since he'd first come to Kansas. Meteor infected people trying to kill his friends, aliens from other planets, and even an artificial intelligence possessing Chloe.

But demons?

That was a whole new level of weird, even for him.


Posting order: Michael, Chloe, Mia, Ollie.

Oliver knew from the security system that Michael and Mia had arrived back at Watchtower late the previous night, long after he and Chloe had gone to bed. He also knew from his conversation with Mia that Michael wasn't doing very well.

So after he'd had a quick bite to eat, he'd told Chloe he was going to find the younger man and see if he needed anything. It didn't take him long to find Michael on the roof, staring off into the distance, his shoulders hunched.

"Hey." Oliver's voice was quiet.