Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to CW, DC, ect, ect, I am making no money off of this, just having fun and they can have their character's back when I am done... this is not beta'd so mistakes are mine, I am looking for a beta, so bare with me...
When the Past Comes Back to Haunt You
Prologue
Chloe sat back against the plush leather seat and closed her eyes, the droning complaints of the young girl across from her faded away as the dull hum of the car lulled her nearly to sleep, but apparently there is no rest for the weary, at least not when you are trying to save the world.
"Helena, enough!" the man next to her snapped eyes boring into the startled teenager's eyes.
Chloe opened her eyes and sighed.
"Bruce, really, go a little easy on the poor girl," she chastised him, looking across the limo for support. Clark just rolled his eyes and turned to face the passing scenery. Of course he would keep his nose out of it; The Man of Steel was a wuss when it came to personal conflict.
"Helena, I'm sorry. I know this wasn't what you were hoping for this summer, but it's only a few days. We have some really important business to discuss with Mr. Queen, then we'll head back to Gotham and you can spend the rest of the summer with Dick and Barbara," Chloe spoke quietly to the irate teen, hoping to spare the group another dramatic rant.
"I don't see why you guys didn't just leave me with them," the young girl mumbled, turning her dark gaze onto her father.
"Because I hardly trust them to take care of my goldfish while I'm away, let alone a thirteen year old girl," Chloe told her patiently.
"I'm not a girl… I'm a young woman," Helena snapped.
"You're thirteen, and I'm not leaving you alone with two rowdy barely adults, no matter how much I trust them," Bruce finally spoke up, authority lacing his words.
Helena just rolled her eyes. Chloe caught Clark smirking.
"Just wait until Jason starts in… then we'll see who's laughing," she told her oldest friend, a knowing smile on her lips. Clark's smirk faded.
"If I remember correctly, Oliver Queen has a son about your age," Bruce told his daughter. Chloe's smile dimmed a bit at his words.
"Don't he and Dinah have three now?" Clark asked, not paying attention to Chloe's facial expressions.
"Oliver has two boys and they adopted a little girl but they don't have any together," Chloe spoke up quietly.
All three occupants turned to face her and Clark quickly spoke up.
"I'm sorry, Chlo', I shouldn't have brought it up," he said quietly as Helena watched curiously.
"It's fine that was a long time ago… we all have different lives now. We have a job to do today, and even if Oliver Queen left all of this behind, I still think we can count on his help."
"What, were you and this Queen guys like…"
"Helena!" Bruce cut her off before she could finish her question.
"It's a long story, kiddo," Chloe told the young girl with a smile.
"That's what you always say," she said with a petulant pout.
"How about 'we'll tell you'…" Clark started, but was interrupted by a high-pitched voice.
"… 'when you're older', yeah, I've heard that one, too," Helena told the older man, adding a glare to her words.
Chloe just laughed.
"You know we only keep things from you because we want to protect you, right?" she asked the teen.
"Yeah, sure, but come on, how stupid do you think I am? I mean, Clark, really, glasses? Any idiot can figure that out."
Clark just blushed and pushed the glasses further up his nose before turning his gaze back out the window.
"Helena, enough," her father spoke quietly, "we're pulling up to the Queen's. Be on your best behavior, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir," she said as their driver opened the door to let the group out.
Oliver sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen. It had been many years since he had donned his green leather and nearly as many since he had last heard from any of his old colleagues so he had been very surprised when an official JLA memo had been sent to him requesting a meeting to discuss his newest satellites. His first reaction was to simply tell them they could count on his support, whatever it was, just please don't send anyone out here, but a small part of him wondered: would she come? He knew she was still operating for the League, in some capacity, he just didn't know how or what she was now doing.
A slinking figure walked past the door and caught his attention.
"Connor," he called and watched as his oldest son entered his office, a sheepish look on his face, holding a muddy compound bow in his hands.
"Yeah, Dad?" he asked.
"Why is that covered in mud? Haven't I taught you how to take care of your equipment?" he asked for the hundredth time.
"Sorry, Rob and I were walking through the woods and I sorta slipped. Fell right into a muddy marsh. I'll clean it up first thing, I promise," the teen promised, hoping he wouldn't lose his archery privileges again.
"Alright, then go, get cleaned up, but hurry. We have company coming for dinner, don't forget," Ollie reminded his son.
"I'll hurry," the younger man promised before scurrying off to clean the bow. Oliver noticed a small boy peeking around the corner.
"You can come in, Robert, you're not in trouble," he told his youngest son.
"I'm sorry, Dad," the eight-year-old started to say, but his father cut him off.
"It's fine, Robbie, just go clean up. I want you down in the dining room at six sharp," he told the little boy.
"Okay, Dad," his son said before bolting out the door.
Oliver got up and made his way down the hall towards his bedroom. He eased opened the door and found his wife sitting on their bed brushing their daughter's hair. He had been very surprised when Dinah had come home from one of her many overseas trips with a little girl in tow, but Sin quickly won his heart. It had taken quite a bit of fancy paperwork and money but she was finally officially theirs.
He himself had brought two little boys into their marriage so he hardly thought he had room to complain if Dinah wanted her little girl. All-in-all they were a rather odd family, but they made it work, most days. When he and Dinah married and the boys came to live with him, he knew something would have to give, and in his heart, he knew what it would have to be. He sadly hung up his green leather and his bow. He was a father and a husband now; there was no room for Green Arrow anymore.
He was still determined to fight the good fight, though, and proudly served his home city as Mayor. He never thought he would see himself as a politician, but that's life. Of course, he never thought he would live to see the day when Lex Luthor would be running this fine country either… he supposed that was just life's way of laughing at him.
"Hey, Ollie, penny for your thoughts?" his wife asked coolly, her tone not matching the light words.
"Are you still mad?" he asked, weary of starting another fight with her.
"I thought we had put all of that behind us? And you invited them, here? To our home?" she asked while gently braiding her daughter's hair.
"If we can help them, why not? You used to care about justice just as much as I did… what happened?" he asked, sitting down next to his wife.
"We have a family, now, Oliver, I don't want them ending up on anyone's radar, and you know as well as I do, when you tangle with those people, the innocent always get hurt," she told him harshly.
"Dinah," he sighed, putting a hand over hers to stop their movement, "I'm not going to let anyone get hurt, but if I can help stop the injustice that our esteemed President Luthor is causing, then I will do what I can."
"You never change, do you, Ollie?"
"Would you really want me to?"
Dinah just stared at him. Before she could answer, the deep chime of their doorbell echoed down the massive hall, alerting them to their guests' arrival.
"Is she coming?" the blond woman asked as she picked up the little girl from the bed and made her way to the entrance hall.
"I don't know," he answered honestly.
A/N: I just couldn't write more of "A Slight Change of Scenery" right now... I am almost done with the next chapter, but I needed a break... it's too hard to write right now with everything going on... this was something that has been sitting around on my comp for a while... I was just waiting until season 9 was done to tweak it a bit and make it fit... this will be a bit angsty, that's my mood right now, so beware. Please, let me know what you think, and I'm sorry if some people were lost, I'll try to fit it together for everyone as it goes... I just took Mythos cannon and crammed it into Smallville Cannon, as best I could, they really don't mesh together, so I took a bit of artistic liscense, which will be explained as the story goes on... thanks!