Navy Storm ~*~ [ RALPH DIBNY ]

sixteen

based off 4.17
null and annoyed

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     "Get the hell out of my apartment complex," Olive spat at DeVoe. 

      "Now, that's no way to talk to a woman. Is it?" DeVoe asked. 

      "I said," Olive stepped forward, bringing her hands up to blast DeVoe out the window, "get the hell out." 

      "I haven't come to kill you, Miss Porter. In fact, you need not worry about dying. The reason I need you is so I can end your little problem," DeVoe said with a wide smile. 

      "What problem?" Olive asked confused. 

      "The problem with when you die," DeVoe stated. "I'm not going to kill you, Miss Porter. In fact, I'm going to do something much worse." 

      "How'd you know-" 

     "Do you listen to your team's conversations. I hid a camera in your cortex. That's how I learned. You also had some very steamy moments with Earth-X Oliver Queen while you were with Ralph. Can't wait to listen in on that conversation." Olive latched her hand onto DeVoe's neck, making sure she had a tight grip. 

     "I'm going to throw you out this window, and if you're not dead on the ground by the time I look out, then you can be damn well sure I'll find any other way to kill you,"  Olive seethed. DeVoe only laughed, then Olive finally threw him through the window. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, then walked to the shattered window. She looked to the ten stories below her, and surely enough DeVoe wasn't at the bottom. 

     "Olive?" She turned around to see Ralph standing there with flowers in his hands. 

     "Hi, Ralph," Olive said flashing him a smile. "I made dinner." 

          *****

     Ralph sat in silence as his food sat in front of him, barely touched. He had already downed his wine, trying to comprehend what Olive had told him. He wasn't expecting to walk up the stairs to hear everything he had heard, but he had. 

     "Can we go back to the point that you made out with an evil Oliver Queen while we were together? It's easier than comprehending the fact that you're not going to die and I am," Ralph said as he looked back up at Olive. 

     "Yeah, sure," Olive said with a sigh. 

     "You kissed an evil Oliver Queen? When?!" Ralph asked, raising his voice slightly. 

     "Oh, my god. We hadn't even kissed yet. Calm down. It was during all the Nazi stuff," Olive explained as she leaned back. "And don't say, 'You would kiss him, but not me?' because I only did it to get information out of him and his team." 

      "Did it at least work?" Ralph asked leaning forward. 

      "Yes!" Olive exclaimed. 

     "Oh," Ralph stated. "Then... I guess I'm a bit okay with it, but I'm still mad." 

     "You're just saying this to distract yourself," Olive said giving Ralph a knowing look. 

     "Yes, I am," Ralph answered. She sighed, levitating the wine bottle over. She poured herself another glass, Ralph taking it and drinking straight from the bottle. "Is there a way for me to forget that ever happened?"

     "Yes, but I really don't think that should be erased from your mind," Olive said with a frown. 

     "I do. I'll sleep better at night," Ralph said raising his voice slightly.