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(Seeing as it is 9/11 I would like to thank the families of those lost in the Towers and the men and women who died for us. We will never forget you or your services.)

A/N What can I say? I love GABC and there's even less of them on this site then HQ. This idea simply refuses to let me go, so even though I try to limit my fics to two at a time I'm doing it. Enjoy!


"Would you like a breadstick?"

Dinah looked up from her Penne a la Vodka and frowned, "No thank you. I already had three."

Ollie frowned as well, "Are you sure? They look pretty good."

"They are, but like I said I already had three of them plus salad and I still need to finish my actual dinner." Dinah explained, "If they look so good then why don't you have some of them?"

"Well, I-"

"I mean you obviously have some odd sort of obsession with them." She continued, "If you like them so much then why don't you eat one?"

"Because I got them just for you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

Dinah covered her face wither hands and groaned, "Oh, no. What did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Look, just tell me now so we can get it out of the way." She sighed, "Did you lose a bet and have to do something mortifying that will end up leaving me more embarrassed than you?"

"Wha-no!"

"Did you cheat on me again?"

"No!"

Canary thought about it long and hard before finally saying, "Alright, Ollie. Tell me what you want us to do in bed tonight. Do you want me to wear the nurse's uniform again?"

"No, I-well, actually that would be pretty nice." Oliver admitted, "But that wasn't what I was thinking."

No, that was not what Oliver Queen was thinking at all. Although sex was more often than not present in his thoughts Ollie's mind was on something a little more serious tonight.

After some careful consideration and thoughtful planning, he had begun to wonder what his future would be like as far as his love life. Almost forty years old, he knew he was getting up there in age. As fun as his life was with sleeping around with as many women as possible and acting like he was still twenty, he knew he couldn't keep it up forever.

"What were you thinking about, then?" Dinah asked curiously.

The ring in his pocket suddenly felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds. When it came to marriage, Oliver Queen tended to be against the dreaded ceremony. With all the beautiful women in the world why stay with just one? But Dinah had changed that.

"I'll tell you in a minute."

Dinah was different from all the other women he had dated or been with over the years. Aside from the fact she could easily kick his ass if she wanted to, she wasn't a complete ditz. Dinah was not only incredibly sexy with long, blond hair flowing past her shoulders, full curves, legs to die for, and the face of an angel, but she was every bit as smart as she was beautiful.

"Why can't you tell me now?"

But it would take more than an amazing ass and book smarts to make Ollie put his bachelorhood at risk. Over the years he had learned that Dinah was sophisticated, sassy, a champion in the bedroom, kind, and the best damn sparring partner he'd ever had. While most women had trouble keeping up with Oliver Queen, Oliver Queen had trouble keeping up with Dinah Lance.

"Because then it would ruin the surprise." He replied.

Even when he messed up countless times she stood by his side. Through every betrayal, every secret, every child he ended up fathering, and every affair, she had remained by his side. Where other's had simply gotten sick of him and left, Dinah had announced she wasn't giving up on him just yet. If there had ever been a more perfect match for Oliver it would have been himself with breasts.

"Ollie!"

Oh yes, there was no better woman alive for Oliver Queen than the lovely Dinah Lance, but getting himself to admit it was another story. It had taken three break-ups, several years, countless fights, and a few late night drinks before he could even consider spending the rest of his life with her. But once the thought entered his mind, the damn thing wouldn't let him go.

Which was exactly how Ollie found himself standing in front of a jewelry store a few months ago staring at a case filled with large diamonds glittering on golden bands. The combination of the idea of making Dinah his forever pestering him, damn Roy seeming to be more grown-up than him (which was awful, who wants to say their son has a more stable future than they do?) after having Lian, and a smooth talking business man ended up with Ollie leaving the small store a few thousand dollars shorter with a ring in his pocket.

"Alright, alright." The billionaire sighed as he took her hand in his own, "Dinah, you and I have been through so much together it's a little scary. Over the years I've cheated on you, slept with countless women, flirted like a high school cheerleader-"

"I know, Ollie." Dinah frowned, "I was there, remember? I was the woman screaming at you for doing those things."

"I know, babe, I'm still deaf in my right ear." Ollie replied sweetly, "As I was saying, we've been through a lot together. Hell, even you've had your share of stuff too! I mean you're bossy, when I try to be nice you pull the feminist crap on me, you get mad when I brag about how great our sex life is, you PMS like a bitch-"

"If your goal is to piss me off beyond belief and make me storm out of the restaurant you're doing a fabulous job." Dinah commented dryly. Some romantic evening this was turning out to be. Between the fascinating conversation, wonderful compliments, and cheerful memories of being cheated on the evening wasn't quite what she expected.

But then again things never were when it came to Ollie.

"No, no. No need to storm out of here." Ollie said quickly, "Just preparing for something important I have to say."

"What is it?"

"Dinah, like I said, you and I have been together for a long time." He began, "We've been through a lot together and I think we can both agree maybe it's time for a change in our relationship."

Dinah took a moment to digest this. Slowly, she looked up into his eyes and whispered, "...Are you dumping me?"

"Yes, I-What?"

"You jackass!" She snapped, throwing her napkin down on the table as she stood up, "You green-clad, manwhore of a jackass! I can't believe you! Not only did you make me get dressed up, drag me to an expensive restaurant, and spend the entire time bashing me but then you have the nerve to try and dump me?"

"Dinah, it's not like-"

"And after everything I've done for you! Every time I was humiliated because you pulled some stupid prank with Wally or cheated on me with some skank I stood by your sorry butt and now you're dumping me?"

"No, I-"

"Screw you, Oliver." Canary snarled, grabbing her purse and storming away from the table, "Thanks for the fabulous evening. I'm not going to forget it for a long, long time."

"Dinah, wait!" Ollie yelped as he leaped up from his chair and darted after her, "Hey, come back!"

"What?" She demanded furiously, "What could you possibly have to say to me?"

He dropped onto one knee and took her hand in his once more as he used the other to pull a ring out of his pocket, "Marry me."

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the ring in its velvet black box, "Wh-What?"

"I asked if you would marry me." Arrow repeated.

"But-But I thought you just tried to dump me?" She sputtered.

"Nope. You just assumed I was going to and took off before I could ask you."

"Oh, Ollie." Dinah breathed as she took in the gorgeous diamond, "It's beautiful."

Oliver, forever an old romantic at heart, replied sweetly, "Just like you."

Whether he was being serious or just trying to butter her up didn't matter to Dinah as she snatched the ring up, "Oh my God Ollie, yes! My answer's yes!"

He chuckled at her reaction and reached for the box, "Good, now let me just-"

"No!" She exclaimed clutching the box to her chest possessively, "I went through too much to get this ring to let you just take it back like that! I'm keeping it."

"You're not even going to let me put it on you?" He gaped in disbelief.

"Nu-uh." Dinah smiled, sliding the golden band around her finger, "Ollie, it's incredible. I swear I can see my reflection in it."

"That's nice, now why couldn't I put it on? I'm the one that bought it in the first place."

"And I'm the one you bought it for." She rebutted sweetly, "If you want you can have the box back."

"I don't think I'm worthy of having the privilege of keeping the five dollar box." Ollie smirked, "So you like it?"

"I love it." Canary gushed as she admired the way the band looked on her finger, "This is one of the best things you've ever done for me."

"So does this make up for all the times I've screwed up over the years?" Oliver asked hopefully.

"I wouldn't go that far."


The normally loud and lively murmur among the residents of the Watch Tower was silenced when J'onn pressed a button on the control panel and the deep, calm voice of the last Martian flooded through the Tower, "Attention, may I have your attention please."

The crowd turned to face him curiously, no doubt wondering what they were all here for.

"Now, I know you all are wondering why you were called here-"

"Are we being invaded?" Booster called out.

"No."

Blue Beetle looked up at him and cried, "Is it Lex again?"

"No." J'onn frowned, patiently waiting for the group of heroes to quiet down once more.

"Are we being shut down by the Fed's again?" Asked S.T.R.I.P.E

"No."

"This isn't a test, is it?" Frowned Supergirl, "I didn't study for it and Ma Kent says if I ever fail a test she'll make Batman tutor me."

"No, I-"

"You are not going to geev us thoze inzpections Flash waz talking about where you need to zee us naked, are you?" Fire asked wearily, "Because I do not feel comfortable weeth zat. No one but my namorado gets to zee me naked."

"Her boyfriend and half of the men in the League." Muttered Shayera.

"Hey!"

"Enough!" J'onn frowned, "I have called you all here today for an announcement. Last night, the Green Arrow proposed to Black Canary for the two of them to wed."

"How'd he take it when she said no?" Cracked Wally.

"She said yes you moron!" Ollie snapped.

"As I was saying," J'onn continued, "The two plan to marry before next year. Please offer your congratulations and wish then good luck. That is all."

From across the room Diana turned to the masked man next to her, "Ollie and Dinah are getting married?"

"It would appear so." Bruce replied, "To be honest I'm surprised she said yes after everything Queen's put her through over the years."

"I think it's sweet. Obviously they love each other very much and have decided to take the next step and shed any doubts of them separating." Wonder Woman opined, "It's hard to find love so strong not even constant cheating and lies can break it."

"Sounds unhealthy to me."

"Well I think it's romantic." She smiled, "Do you ever think you'll find a woman you want to marry, Bruce?"

"Don't call me that when the cowl's on."

"You're avoiding the question." Diana accused lightly. She suddenly smiled softly and batted her eyes at him subtly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her flawless face, "Maybe you already have someone in mind."

For a moment he seemed almost flustered, but before Diana could jump on it Wally sped into the room, "Can you believe 'Mr. Seven kids from seven women' is getting hitched? That's like you being married, Bats."

Diana frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

"He means that it's never going to happen." Bruce explained curtly, "I don't have time for anyone or anything as trivial and pointless as marriage."

"...Does that mean I can hit on Catwoman since you've decided to turn asexual?" Wally asked hopefully.

Bruce sent one of his famous glares at the younger man before spinning on the scuffs of his heels and walking away. Wally watched him go for a few seconds before thoughtfully saying, "I'm just going to go ahead and think that means yes in Batmanese."

Diana glared at the Scarlett Speedster and gave him a light smack on the back of his head like she had seen John do so many times before, "Wally!"

"Ow!" Wally yelped as he rubbed the back of his now sore head, "What was that for?"

"Everything!" Diana huffed crossly as she turned to exit the room, "Ugh, men."

Wally watched her leave and frowned, Why do women always say that around me?


Helena looked up to see Ollie and Dinah walking towards the table she was seated at, their hands intertwined, "Aw, well if it isn't the prom king and queen."

"Funny." Ollie frowned as he and Dinah sat down, "You could be a comedian if you tried."

"I think I'll stick to teaching." Helen grinned, "So I hear you to finally decided to get hitched."

"Yes." Dinah smiled as she gave her an enthusiastic smile, "He proposed last night over dinner."

"You make it sound like we don't know." Vic murmured, pausing his work on his laptop to join the conversation.

"Huh?" Canary frowned, "How could you possibly know that? I haven't told anyone the details yet."

"Second best detective on the planet, remember?" Q asked as he gestured to himself.

"And his girlfriend who makes him share the gossip with her." Helena smirked, "I have dirt on everybody on the Tower after dating him for as long as I have. Hell, I even have dirt on the president and all his buddies in the Whitehouse."

"Right, I'm sure the fact that he knew I was going to propose has nothing to do with the fact I told him I was going to do it." Ollie remarked with a roll of his eyes.

"Pft, you're just jealous because my girlfriend doesn't force me to marry her."

"She didn't force me, I wanted to!"

"Who the hell cares?" Huntress scoffed, "Let me see the rock."

Dinah smiled in relief that they were finally discussing something worth talking about and flicked her hand proudly, the diamond on her ring finger glittering in the light, "Ta-da. Isn't it gorgeous?"

Helen let out a whistle of appreciation, "Damn, talk about a rock. Jeez, Ollie, how much did this cost you?"

"More than I like to think about." The Emerald Archer admitted before hastily adding, "But it was worth it."

"Hurm, I highly doubt spending a few thousand dollars on something as trivial and relatively worthless as a shiny rock was worth it." Vic remarked skeptically.

Helena sighed and shook her head as she turned to Dinah, "Now do you see why I don't have any jewelry?"

"You make more in a month than I'll make in my lifetime and your father left you with an inheritance that would make Tom Cruise seem like a poor beggar." Q snorted, "You hardly need me to buy you jewelry, Helen."

She decided to be the bigger person for once and not explain to her dense boyfriend that buying it herself completely took the joy away from receiving jewelry. Instead the Italian turned to Dinah and asked, "So, are you happy you're finally going to have an excuse to dress up all fancy and wear a pretty dress?"

"I always have an excuse to get dressed up." Dinah replied off-handily, "But yes, any excuse to be dressed up is a good one."

"What about Roy?" She continued, "Is he happy to be getting a new Mommy?"

"I think he's just happy Lian's finally going to be able to call Dinah 'Grandma' without wondering if she's going to stay Grandma or not." Ollie admitted.

"Whoa, I am way too young to be a grandmother!" Dinah gasped, "I'm only twenty-nine!"

"Hurm." Vic murmured thoughtfully as he did some mental math, "Well it is technically possible."

"Possible or not I am so not going to be called Grandma!" Dinah said firmly.

"We're going to ask Roy if he wants to be the best man at the wedding." Ollie explained, "We were going to ask Vic, but-"

"Sorry, won't do it. Marriage is a government conspiracy designed to-"

"And that's why we didn't." Oliver snorted, cutting Vic off in mid-rant, "I didn't want my mind to become more twisted then it already is."

"It's okay." Helena laughed, "I know exactly what you mean."

"Since we're on the subject of things that twist our minds, I have a question for you that I hope I don't regret asking, Helen." Canary began, "I was hoping you would be my maid of honor. It's not too hard of a job and it would mean a lot to me if you said yes."

"Do I have to wear whatever shitty dress you want me to or can I pick it out myself?"

"I have to approve of it and it has to match the color scheme, but if you want."

"Color scheme?" Huntress balked, "God, you're going to be one of those brides, aren't you? If I'm the maid of honor can I call you out for being a Bridezilla and make you act sane?"

"I am not going to be Bridezilla!"

"But if the situation occurs...?"

Dinah rolled her eyes and let out an unhappy huff of annoyance, "Fine, on the exceptionally rare chance that I become Bridezilla you have permission to neutralize me."

"Will do." The brunette grinned, "...Does it also mean I get to plan your bachelorette party?"

The tone of hopefulness was tinted with mischief, but Dinah chose to ignore it and hope things worked out for the best, "Yes."

"I'm in." Helen smirked. Her mind was already working out possibilities for what she would make sure would go down in history as one of the wildest bachelorette parties in history. It was a good thing Dinah was marrying one of the richest men in the world; what Helena had in mind was far from cheap. Oh, but it would be worth it.

Question inwardly groaned at the look on his girlfriend's face. He knew full well what that look meant and he didn't like it. That mischievous look appeared to be so innocent to the untrained eye, but to someone who had been around the woman as long as he had it meant trouble. Fun trouble, but trouble nonetheless, "I'm going to leave before Dinah decided to do something else everyone truly regrets."

"Hey!" Helena protested, "Come on, I won't make it that inappropriate!"

"I'm sure you won't." Q muttered skeptically as he cast her a weary gaze from under his mask, "You coming?"

"Better than sitting around here and talking about color schemes and crap." Helena shrugged as she stood up to follow him.

The couple turned to leave the room remaining silent until they were out of ear-shot, "I take it you already have some ideas as to how Dinah's bachelorette party and the more fun parts of her wedding will go down?" Q asked knowingly.

"You bet your orange socks I do." Helena assured him with a confident smile, "I gotta say I'm kind of glad they're getting married. I like weddings and I haven't been to one in ages."

"Hurm. I don't."

"I know that." She frowned, "Hence why I never talk about marriage around you. Well, that and I don't ever want to get married."

"Ah, on that we can both agree." Vic chuckled, "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that."

Back in the dining hall Ollie and Dinah were still seated at the table. Dinah mulled over her previous decision and asked tentatively, "Do you think I made a mistake?"

"About what?"

"Asking Helena to be my maid of honor." Dinah clarified, "I love her like a sister but now that I think about it asking her might not have been the safest idea, especially when it comes it planning my bachelorette party."

"Eh, let her do what she wants. After all, it's pretty much going to be the last big blowout you go to as a single, well, moderately single lady." Ollie reasoned, "I say go crazy."

"I guess." Dinah conceded. Jeez, Ollie's right. After this I'm officially going to be taken.

With that thought in mind, Dinah decided that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea that she went a little crazy on her last night on the town as a single woman.


A/N Oh yes, there will be mayhem. Also, there will be some questionable content in this. Nothing like an awkwardly explicit sex seen, but some...mature themes;) Read and Review!