In truth, despite it's suddeness, Roy likes the newest Outlaw. They're efficient, a trait Jason definitely likes, along with the near obsession they have with getting the job done. No loose ends. Nothing left the chance and spiralling out of all their hands- sort of. Missions always gotta go a little sideways, it's like a given.

It's been a wonder for their general productivity, not that they were really that bad before. Definitely not bad, not with their line up.

A brick shithouse of a man who was Bat-trained to not make a sound despite being that fucking beefy and makes the worst spreadsheets known to man.

An alien princess— a literal alien princess. Absolute powerhouse, that's what Kori is. He'd rather stick his hand in a blender than cross her.

And, obviously, Roy himself. Ex-Green Arrow sidekick and sharpshooter.

Just that. Just them, for the longest time.

Pack bonds settled easily with them, it was only natural. Three folks in close quarters? Close relationship? Yeah. Only natural.

There isn't really any Alpha of the pack— nothing official, anyway. The Outlaws don't exactly have a leader, and they definitely skew themselves from any normal pack dynamic. No alpha. No posturing.

With Roy's status as a Beta. Jason's as a tough, alpha-looking Omega. and Kori not even having a presentation, being an alien and all.

It was solid.

And then they got a new person in the mix.

He isn't even sure what their presentation is, Roy notes idly as he watches Jason halfly keep an eye on their new, hardworking addition. Kori sits perched at the kitchen counter with Jason, chatting away as the Omega makes dinner in their "base".

Kori had, in the privacy of one of their many after-mission cuddle seshes, remarked that that they might just work themselves too hard, that they aren't very good at the working together thing. Or the pack things.

Oh, well. They'll just have to fix that, won't they?

They already agreed to it. And The Outlaws don't do things halfway.