Tracking down dl_greenarrow.

[chloesullivan]

Chloe took a deep breath as she walked into the dimly lit bar, it smelled like sweat and pee and even though she couldn't see the reason why she was there just yet, she could hear the cheering and yelling that was coming from the back of it.

Pursing her lips together, she shoved her hands in her pockets and wrapped her fingers around her small taser. Sure, it was California and she was wearing a heavy jacket, that should look suspicious enough but she didn't care, she had to do this.

As she pushed her way through the bar and toward the crowded back room, she did her best to avoid eye contact, the hat she was wearing should hopefully conceal the fact that she was a girl long enough so that she could get to her goal without calling too much attention to herself or having to have to call 'rape' or something equally disturbing.

It seemed to have worked, because just a moment later, she could see the cage, partially anyway but it was enough for her to see him in there. The crowd was growing more and more excited with each punch and each kick that he took, she couldn't help but wince or the fact that her stomach was turning as she watched him fall to the ground. The most disturbing part was that he wasn't fighting back at all, he was just... taking it, like he deserved it and she had no doubt in her mind that he thought he did.

Which was why she was there, to find him and tell him the truth and bring him home.

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[chloeas.livejournal.com]

"Ollie," she whispered, reaching for his hand to stop him, "the others don't have to know if you don't want to, I can take you somewhere else, they don't know I'm here, but let me take care of you, please."

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"So what? Now that you think I'm in trouble you actually care?" His voice was flat. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. Leave me alone, Chloe. Go back to Kansas and your job, and Lois and Clark and find some nice guy to settle down with." He pulled away from her touch, opening the door and wincing as he forced himself out of the passenger seat.

[chloeas.livejournal.com]

Her chest and jaw clenched and she held her breath, she deserved that and she knew it, so she didn't try to stop him, but she didn't look at him either, "take this, at least," she said, holding out the folder but not looking at him.

[dl-greenarrow.livejournal.com]

"Keep it. It doesn't matter." He shut the door behind him, wrapping an arm around his ribs as he started to head away, down the sidewalk, not looking back.