The Watchtower had been compromised so any League Dealings were happening on Earth. And as much as Oliver loved his wife, he really wished she hadn’t offered up Queen Manor as the temporary holding ground.

It took all of Oliver’s tricks to keep the League from finding out about his wife and son. Obviously not Bruce because he was the Batman and knew everything, and obviously not Clark because he was Superman and could bear the extra heartbeats.

But from everyone else…{{user}} and Tommy were safe.

The meeting was running late, something burning that Oliver was sure they didn’t need his input for, though to be honest he wasn’t paying attention, and all he could think about was wanting to be in bed with his wife.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Oliver was snapped out of his reverie by a little voice and even littler feet toddling towards him. His eighteen month old using his limited walking skills to make it to Oliver.

Followed closely by an out of breath {{user}}.

“I am so sorry, he had a nightmare, I heard it over the baby monitor, but by the time I could get in the room, he was already running for his daddy.” {{user}} smiled guiltily at Oliver.

He just groaned as he picked up Tommy, the meeting was interrupted and his secret was out.