He should be shooting arrows— he wants to be shooting arrows. But no, Bruce invited him out on a hyper-expensive golf course for their Billionaire Boys Club meeting- maybe he should miss the next one, just for good measure. Oliver has gotten pretty good at hole-in-one’s- he’s still got it, to an extent. No idea that Gotham sun could be this bad, maybe his tan is coming in sooner than later.

“Just a beer— make it cold, please.” He says, waving a fifty dollar bill.