Whoa, are we gonna see a Chloliver? Or would it be Chlover? Either way, what I didn’t see was that twist coming at the end of this Ollie-centric episode, and I kind of loved it.

Taking serious liberties with the Michael Douglas-Sean Penn flick “The Game,” our suicidal archer found himself sucked into a twisted series of perilous situations, all seemingly orchestrated by DC Comics bad girl Roulette. Inked up and apparently gifted with the ability to run in heels, you knew she was trouble the second she sashayed up to Oliver at the casino and offered “the player who can’t find a game to satisfy him” a potential solution to his quandary in pill form. Next thing ya knows, he’s busting out of a coffin, wearing a completely out-of-season white suit and being taunted by an unseen voice about the people he’s destroyed and “the safe word.”

Remember kids, always know the safe word. Trust me on this, OK?

Meanwhile, as Ollie is out dodging mack trucks, a rampaging Cujo and snipers, Lois and Clark are down on the farm for movie night, but he keeps bolting away for rescues in superspeed and she’s all distracted. Turns out it’s her ex’s birthday and it’s not like him to bail on their tradition of celebrating with beer pong (between this, Clark’s jab about her mechanical-bull riding proclivities and the monster truck rally, I’m starting to think Miss Lane is just one Cancun vacation away from being in a “Girls Gone Wild” video). Before you can say “breaking and entering,” L&C are nosing for clues in Queen’s apartment, when Clark finally realizes that only Chloe can help find their friend, since Lois is busy watching the video of Ollie deciding to eat Toyman’s bomb last week and making it somehow about herself.

So it’s off the Watchtower, where C-Sull does her techie magic, tracks down Roulette and waits for more storyline. Turns out she needn’t wait too long, because after a pretty fierce girlfight between Roulette and Lois, an explosion at the casino, and some heroics on Ollie’s part, he’s finally informed by his tattooed tormentor that the whole thing—his abduction, the attempts on his life, the draining of his bank account—were all arranged by someone who wanted to help him rediscover his inner Green Arrow.

Now who do you think that could be? Bingo!

Being the smart fella he is, of course the back-in-the-saddle Oliver would figure out that Chloe had wrangled his Justice League peeps to pull off the stunt, leading to an outdoor café convo spilling over with subtext. There was talk of “we” (“Clark has led a different than we have”), connection (“I can’t expect him to know me like you do”) and affinity (“even with your face in the gutter, you still had the hero in your heart”), as well as long gazes and across-the-table hand-holding. If I were a betting man, I’d say these two were headed for something sexier than just saving the day together.

Agree? And if so, is this a winning combination?