All's Fair In Love & War [Clollie]

Chapter 3: Sinners Turned Saints

Soft music played in the background. He was sitting at a table in Metropolis' most upmarket restaurant. The beautiful woman who he was enjoying a date with took a sip of her wine. Oliver admired her throat as she swallowed, his gaze lowering to her impressive cleavage before returning to her face. Hazel eyes sparkled at him, and she raised an eyebrow, "Enjoying the view, Ollie?"

He grinned at being caught out. He answered honestly, "Yes I am."

She bit her lip, "Good."

Oliver chuckled. He loved her spunkiness. He asked, "What do you think of the wine?"

She shrugged, "Give me a beer any day."

"So all this..." he motioned to the restaurant, "...means nothing to you does it?"

She laughed, "Honestly not much. Besides the great company I'd much rather be at home and beating Smallville's ass at Guitar Hero."

Oliver blinked in confusion, he chuckled, "What in that sentence made any sense at all. Smallville is where you live, isn't it?"

Lois chuckled, "Oh, you haven't met Senator Kent's son yet have you?"

"No, I haven't, not yet, but you work for the Senator you must know him well."

She smiled a cheeky smile, "Well I slept in his bed for six months."

Oliver's eyes widened, "You and he...?"

"God no, geez, I stole Clark's bedroom while I lived with his parents a while back that's all." She glanced down at the table; a moment later, she raised her head and shrugged, "I guess he's cute if you are into that sort of thing. He's great at getting beat at Guitar Hero. He can be annoying but he's just a really nice guy."

"And you call him Smallville, why?"

Lois smiled, "Because he sort of embodies everything a small town should be. You just feel safe around him."

Oliver took a sip of wine. Safe... it was the exact opposite of what most guys wanted to appear to beautiful women. He knew that before the election the Kent's were ordinary farmers. Still that nice farm boy was probably devastated that a woman like Lois Lane wasn't remotely interested in him.

Lois asked, "So you never told me why you came to Metropolis?"

He hesitated, he couldn't tell her the truth that he had traced the source of the global blackout to Metropolis and the Luthor's. That surviving two years on a desert island by himself had made him want to do something with his life, to become a vigilante. To try to give something back to normal people by taking it away from the rich who no matter their wealth still broke the rules for their own gain.

He took another gulp of wine. He couldn't tell her that even after all these years he still made regular excursions to Metropolis just in case. On the billion to one shot, he would see a face from his past. He said instead, "Just a little business and some fun, a change of scenery."

Lois nodded, "No plans to stay permanently then?"

Oliver reached out his hand and caressed Lois', "Maybe I'll find something to make me stay longer."

Then he and Lois shared a smile.

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The masked vigilante had made an acquisition tonight, retrieving a stolen necklace. The Safe Tech investigator had just left after questioning him and Lois, as they had been at the event this evening. The man had left empty handed. Lois believed she was on to a story so she didn't reveal anything that she knew. Of course, he wasn't going to implicate himself. It was a shame he had had to tear the necklace from Martha Kent's neck, but she shouldn't have borrowed a stolen item from Lionel Luthor should she?