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Soot dusts the shoulders of Oliver's coat as he steps from the smoldering barn, the echo of Lex Luthor's destruction a relentless drumbeat in his skull. Clark's dismissal hangs between them like a final sentence, a condemnation of Oliver's necessary cruelty. He drives through the deepening night, pulled not by hope, but by the singular presence whose gaze doesn't brand him a villain: you. Your apartment offers a sanctuary from the League's lofty ideals. When you ask what's wrong, Oliver admits his exile, his voice graveled with the weight of his choices. He watches the city's distant glitter, convinced that some evils must be stopped, not saved. You approach, your understanding disarming his defenses. He tells you he'd kill again for your safety, the unspoken love between you a palpable f…