Oliver was awake early the next morning, and for the first time in a very long time he felt not only relaxed, but peaceful. And looking down at Chloe in his arms and seeing the peaceful look on her face, as well, made him smile faintly. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and gently shifted positions, crawling out of the bed and then covering her with the blanket. He smiled a little more when she went on sleeping and he got dressed quietly, raking a hand through his hair.
Taking a moment to jot a quick note to let her note he was going out to get them some coffee and breakfast, he left it on the bed beside her and headed down the stairs.
Within a half hour, he was heading out of the coffee shop down the street, two cups of coffee and a bag of bagels and cream cheese, and a copy of the morning's Daily Planet.
He grinned as he read the front page headline, Green Arrow and New Sidekick Save Lives at Local Convenience Store, and then another article under it about the mugging they'd stopped. He couldn't wait to show Chloe.
As he made his way up the steps toward the Watchtower, skimming over the article, he felt another presence and looked up from the paper, freezing in his tracks as he spotted Clark standing there in a black shirt, black jeans, and a long black trench coat. There was some symbol with an S in the middle on the shirt, which some part of his brain chalked up to one of those alien things, but the rest of his brain just didn't give a damn about at all.