Lana Lang

"Chloelicious, how do I love thee?"

Lana sat comfortably in the loft of Oliver Queen, who she now knew to be Green Arrow, listening as Bart read her the poem he'd just completed. It was possibly the worst poem she'd ever heard, but she couldn't help but smile. He was certainly original, and the way he read it just warmed her heart. He was adorable. If she were honest with herself, she was just the slightest bit jealous of her best friend.

When he was finished, he looked up at her with a hope in his eyes. "So, what do you think?"

Lana chose her words carefully. "Well Bart, if you'd written it for me, I think I'd be very touched."

He smiled, taking this as a good sign. "Sweet."