It is no secret that I love @ash818 's Legacy Verse. She is really awesome and amazing and generous, and allows people to play in her sandbox. She also knows how much I love Elaine and Oliver. Inspired by this idea/visual I once had.
Ash, thanks for letting me play in this universe; and forgive me if I donât do these wonderful characters justice.
His hood is off his head, and hanging off over his back.
He is still in his greens. She is so used to seeing him in the leather in muted lighting in their lair, or under street lights through a security camera that she has forgotten how vivid that green actually is.
John and Lyla are doing something in the kitchen, wonderful smells filling their little flat and making Felicity's stomach rumble. She is on the couch, her legs folded beneath her, a glass of wine in her hand, watching Oliver pay attention to Lainieâs instructions. They have the morning off tomorrow, and she is fine with getting a little buzzed tonight.
"- that's the yellow one," Elaine is instructing him, hair bunched up into little ponytails on either side of her head. "And then you can roll out the grey one, Uncle Oliwer."
"What's wrong with the red one?" He asks confused.
"Coz elewants don't have red trunks," Elaine says, like it should be obvious to him.
"But they have yellow ones?" Oliver asks. He hasn't yet learned how to completely accept three year old logic.
"Sure," Elaine says. "And they have gween ones and blue ones and orange ones but no wed."
They sit quietly, Oliver rolling elephant trunks and Elaine making the rest of the animal. In no time, they have laid out a row of elephants in different colors for Mom and Dad to approve.
"They are gorgeous, baby," Lyla says, as Digg picks Elaine up off the floor and takes her to wash her hands. Oliver presses a kiss to the top of her head when they duck past him.
Felicity sets the table, and Digg locks Elaine into her high chair. Without prompting, Oliver sinks into the chair closest to her at the table and begins feeding her with her Disney Princess spoon.
They talk shop over dinner, but Felicity finds herself distracted because he is pulling funny faces at Elaine to make her open her mouth, all the while talking to Lyla about ARGUS' most recent encounter with an enhanced psychic in Central City. His face is still streaked with green grease paint.
"You tell me the minute we need backup," he tells Lyla, one hand dabbing at the corner of Elaine's mouth, wiping away some food. "Open wide baby, yup there's a good girl - Lyla, I can call in a favor from Gotham if needed - Lainie, baby, here, come on girl - "
They say goodbye to the Diggles an hour later, and Oliver seems a little more reluctant than usual to hand Elaine back to John. She has fallen asleep, her head tucked under Oliver's chin. Gently, carefully so as to not wake her, he hands her back to Digg.
"She is an angel," he tells Digg.
"You spoil her rotten," Digg chuckles quietly.
Oliver only smiles in response.
That night, back in their bedroom, Felicity strips him out of his leathers and wipes away the paint on his face with a wet tissue.
"My big bad vigilante," she whispers, standing on her tiptoes in their bathroom to kiss him. "Feeding master and nappy changing expert."
"You adore her," she points out.
"Are we doing something here?" he asks, eyes wide, his big, warm hands on her hips. "Are we going to have a Serious Conversation about babies?" He looks vaguely terrified, and a little eager.
"You are making your scared vigilante face," she laughs. "Oliver, I am not saying we should start popping kids right this second. But the prospect of them - someday - well, I think I will like that."
He considers that, and looks at her.
"A little angel," she says. "Or maybe a beautiful, blonde boy. A little tyke. Just like you."
"No, just like you," he repeats back to her.
"That's not scary, right?" she asks, and a part of her knows the answer. She's known since the first time Digg put Elaine in Oliver's arms, and he looked at her like she was a miracle.
"Not scary at all," he agrees, leaning down to kiss her.
