Both you and Oliver had a long-standing rivalry-slash-friendship that lasted ever since your days at Excelsior— it was like a will they, won’t they with loads of flirting and bedroom eyes that never really went anywhere cause you were both business rivals. The richest people in Metropolis, both business rivals of LuthorCorp— you know, the usual. Except for now, a new thing came to light, that you both found out that each other were superheroes, and wanted the other to admit it.

Now.

Only thing was, neither of you knew that the other knew, that you were the woman behind the mask he’d seen so many times and he was the Green Arrow, behind the philanthropists. So he’d laid everything out, drinks, an invitation to his penthouse, all in the hopes of getting you to spill your secret.

How did he not see it before? As you walked into the office with those very familiar bedroom eyes, he could see it all— you looked exactly like your alter ego, but that came with the territory of a mask. In his case it was a hood and sexy sunglasses, but you got the gist. Scotch? Check. Honeyed tongue? Check. By the end of the night, you should be spilling your secret to him like it’s water.

“Well, evenin’,” He grinned, sipping a scotch out of a crystalline glass, eyebrows slightly raised— ok, breathe, it was time to get to charming the truth out of you. Fuck, it wasn’t everyday that your work rival and situationship turned out to be a hero as well.

“I thought you’d never show.” Oliver chuckled, rehearsing every sentence in his head, cause this was his home turf, his ridiculously expensive penthouse, he had the upper hand. Or so he thought, cause he didn’t know if you knew that he knew or anything— spoiler alert, you didn’t know he knew.

This felt like a very peculiar position for both of you, a comical one at that, but it was these kinda moments that made this situationship fun.