Catching Up. With chloeas.

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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?"