" I'm a reporter, I'm always chasing after good stories. And yours is a fascinating one "
or
In which after leaving Gotham, Cassandra Winter finds herself chasing after another vigilante.
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"Cassandra, hey. Can I come in?" Oliver Queen asked, looking a little bit anxious, and a little shocked to see the woman; he was expecting his best friend to be the one to open the door.
"Yeah, sure" she replied, confusedly shaking her head, but stepping to the side so the man could get in, closing the door right after.
"Is Tommy home?" the blond questioned, looking around the empty apartment. Right on cue, Tommy Merlyn came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist and a cocky smile, unaware of his best friend presence at his apartment.
"You sure you don't want to take the shower together? We could save some wat—" he started teasing, quickly cutting himself off has he saw Oliver Queen standing there "Oliver?"
"Well that answers that" the man muttered to himself, referring to his previous question and slightly chuckling "Can I join?"
Cassandra raised her eyebrow at him while crossing her arms as an answer, while Tommy playfully rolled his eyes as he shook his head.
"Everything alright buddy?" the raven haired man wondered, confused as to why the Queen man was at Cassie's and his apartment.
"Yeah, yeah" he pressed his lips in a flat smile "Just needed to get out of my house you know. Do you mind if I hang here?"
Before answering, Tommy looked at his girlfriend, silently asking if she was fine with it.
"Yeah, sure, of course" Merlyn replied once he got a careless nod from the blonde woman "I'll be there in a minute" he assured, going back to the bathroom as he was still wearing just a white towel.
"You can sit, you know" Cassandra slightly laughed, seeing as the man was still standing, looking around the apartment, not knowing what to do. Oliver nodded with a tiny smile and followed her, stopping by the kitchen to grab something to drink first "Tommy is the one that knows how to cook" she commented casually, opening the fridge "So, unless you want to end up caught in a fire, I can offer you a beer while we wait for him"
"A beer will do" he replied in amusement, which seemed to be something that happened quite often whenever the two of them spoke. The blonde nodded and grabbed two of them, offering one to Oliver once she opened it "I noticed a police car outside. It's everything alright?"
"You know, just rich people getting pissed at me for exposing them" she casually replied, leaning on the kitchen counter as the man sat nearby, shrugging as she brought the beer to her lips, under Oliver's attentive look "Same old same old" she chuckled as she finally took a gulp of the drink.
