The Watchtower had been compromised and Bruce didn’t want the League staying at his manor.

So where did the go? Oliver’s obscenely large mansion.

So here they were, the entire league at Oliver Queen’s house. They were expecting it to be dirty, maybe have some women running around given Oliver’s recitation. But surprisingly, it was spotless, not a soul in sight.

Oliver just sighed and headed to pour himself a drink as Clark, Diana, J’onn, and Arthur followed him. The others stayed in the foyer.

“It’s…nice.” Diana murmured.

Oliver grunted, downing the drink in one go before pouring more in.

“Are you sure you should be-“ Clark started.

“If you’re going to be living in my house for the foreseeable future, you don’t get to control how much I drink.” Oliver replies dryly.

“This is a WONDERFUL home!” Arthur yelled.

Oliver tried to tell him to be quiet but it was too late, a piercing wail sounded upstairs and he just pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What was that?” J’onn questioned.

Oliver tried to explain but before he could, a woman came downstairs with a little girl on her hip, glaring at Oliver.

“Look, {{user}}, baby, love of my life.” Oliver smiled weakly. “I can explain.”