Chapter 23: Since U Been Gone
You dedicated you took the time
Wasn't long till I called you mine
Dinah smirked at Oliver as they sat on the couch. The guys had gone on a ret-con mission, and Oliver and Dinah were left at headquarters alone. Oliver had an apartment, but hadn't been leaving for said apartment until three in the morning since the guys had left on their mission. She looked down at the bowl of popcorn in her lap and then back at the movie playing on the screen. She knew why he'd been hanging around so much…he was waiting for an anwer.
She still didn't know what to tell him. She didn't know how long Bruce could stall Luthorcorp from buying her mom's shop or if she could find anyone to run it. She might have to run it herself which would mean living in Gotham. She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about going for it with Oliver. There was definitely chemistry. Suddenly she felt a piece of popcorn bounce off of her forehead. She looked up to see Oliver's cocky grin.
"Okay, what's up with you? Because I know that I'm not boring."
She chuckled and threw a piece of popcorn back at him.
"You've been hanging around here a lot this week," She said observantly.
He nodded as if he understood some hidden meaning in her words, "Is that a problem?"
"No, not a problem. Not a problem at all…I just, um…is this about what happened a couple of weeks ago?"
"The kiss," he clarified. She sighed and nodded. "I can't say it's completely unrelated. I'm just trying to spend time with you. That's all."
They exchanged soft, nervous smiles, and sat there staring at each other in silence for a few minutes. Dinah wanted to look away. She knew where this was leading. Oliver had already started to lean in. She had figured out by now that he would slowly slink forward before finally striking. She swallowed thickly and prepared to turn her head away, but before she could Oliver swooped in. His lips captured hers roughly. He quickly took charge of the kiss as Dinah's arms wrapped around his neck instinctually. She pulled him closer and he deepened the kiss. Dinah allowed herself to be carried away with the emotion and hormones flowing through her. They stretched out across the couch, and her hands began to explore Oliver's strong upper arms. His hands slowly crept under her shirt and began to explore her stomach. Oliver's cell phone rang and Dinah let out a frustrated groan.
"That better be important," She muttered as Oliver reluctantly answered.
"Yeah?" He said into the phone breathlessly. "Now is not the time Bart."
He hung up quickly and threw the phone behind the couch.
"What was that about?" She asked.
"Jerk wanted to know what kind of souvenir to bring back for me," Oliver said as he seized Dinah's lips once again. He didn't give her time to rethink their situation or back out of what was happening, and they resumed their previous position. He hands returned to her stomach, and explored the soft skin under her shirt. He didn't want to go too far. Not yet. Dinah still hadn't revealed whether or not she wanted an actual relationship. But he couldn't resist kissing her. It was becoming more and more difficult the more he was around her. Her hands moved up to his hair, and dug in to pull him even closer. Oliver groaned and obliged. He absently played with the waistline of her jeans as her hands dove under his shirt and onto the bare skin of his back. If they went any further Oliver didn't know if he would be able to stop himself. It was just so difficult to pull away what with their tongues exploring every inch of each other's mouths. Oliver groaned and forced himself to pull away. They needed to slow down no matter how much he hated it.
He sat up and helped Dinah sit up as well. He grinned at the visual aftermath of their rigorous make out session. Her lips were slightly swollen, her shirt was askew, and her hair was mussed.
"Something wrong?" She asked with a furrowed brow.
"No, no, I just think we ought to slow down," He told her honestly. She nodded slowly and ran a hand through her hair.
"Dinah, about…us. I was hoping that-"
He was interrupted by his phone, and he hesitantly leaned over the back of the couch to retrieve it. He frowned at the name on the screen before he answered.
"Lois?" He asked in confusion. "Whoa, slow down. What happened?"
Oliver stood up and paced as Dinah listened curiously.
"What do you mean Chloe was arrested? Have you talked to Clark? What?"
Oliver gave Dinah a worried look, and she mouthed "What's going on?" to him in return.
"Look, Lois, let me make a few calls, Okay? I'll find out whatever I can," Oliver told her urgently before he hung up. He then turned to Dinah, "Chloe was arrested and Clark is nowhere to be found."
Dinah sighed, "I told that girl to lay low with the hacking for while, but did she listen to me? Of course not."
Dinah stood and headed back to her room to achieve her Oracle ComLink. She walked back into the living room as she placed it inside her ear.
"What do you know about the arrest of Chloe Sullivan?" Dinah asked her.
"Arrest?" Oracle replied in confusion.
"Yeah, arrest. We just got a call from her cousin," Dinah repeated.
"There's no evidence of Chloe Sullivan being arrested on any level of government," Barbara told her slowly.
"What?" Dinah asked in shock.
"I can't find any record of her arrest," Barbara repeated.
"So, she's just vanished?"
"Looks that way, yes."
"Can you see what you can find out?" Dinah asked desperately.
"I'll keep digging and get back to you," Oracle said sympathetically.
"Thanks, Oracle. Canary out," Dinah said as she turned off her Oracle ComLink.
"What did she say?" Oliver asked anxiously.
"It doesn't look like Chloe was arrested," Dinah said with a sigh.
"That doesn't make any sense," Oliver told her.
"I know, and where is Clark? Wouldn't he have called us before Lois could?"
Oliver ran a hand through his hair, "I think we need to go talk to Lois."
Dinah nodded, "And Jimmy. He might know something we don't."
"Looks like we're going back to Metropolis," Oliver announced. "Go pack while I make some phone calls."
She nodded and headed back to her room. She prepared a small duffle bag with everything she would need for two or three days, and then came back into the living room. She approached Oliver just as he hung up with his pilot.
"The jet will be waiting for us when we get there," Oliver told her.
She nodded and then hesitantly asked a question she didn't want to ask, "Do you think something happened to Clark?"
Oliver shook his head, "I don't know, but we're sure as hell going to find out."
Oliver led her out the front door as they left to meet his jet. Suddenly life had just become way more complicated.