Oliver was laying in a hole, still feeling like crap, when he notices the two holes on his neck. Vertigo. He wondered where everyone was and how to get out. He shot a grappling arrow up and failed to hit his target, he was that stoned apparently. He heard, not as much saw, the Clock King at the top of the hole. "So, your there, I'm here, I thought you would've caught me by now, but now I have all the Time in the world. Have I even told you my plans?" He said. "No? Ok." He stated quickly. "I simply want to kill your family, I will do so, at exactly 12:00 am at the top of Queen Industries, and you can have fun rotting, along with the Batman!" He screamed. Then Oliver saw a red streak fly as fast as a bullet by the top of the hole grabbing the Clock King. "Hey! Hey! Down here!" Clark floated slowly down to the bottom of the hole. "Bout time huh?" Ollie said.
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Big Problem, Little Time
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