Lena Luthor was having a good day. There'd been a League of Villains, or maybe some catchier name, led by her brother and mother in the name of killing Supergirl and Superman. Lena had assisted Kara and her cousin from the DEO, but that hadn't been enough when the villains had captured Superman. Kara had come back in a panic, obviously worried for her cousin, pulled out a device and opened a weird wormhole type of breach. Lena had immediately believed all of Kara's stories of interdimensional travel and watched in wander as Kara disappeared for one moment and reappeared with at least a dozen heroes from different earths. Lena had always known Kara could befriend everyone, but this seemed a tad ridiculous.

With the help of the other heroes, especially the Green Arrow and Heatwave, they were able to claim Superman back and then in a great battle that left Lena worried about Kara in the shape of a bumbling, sweaty mess, back at the DEO, they took down the teamed up villains who either turned to run or were captured and given to authorities.

Then, as she came to learn was usual after the team ups between the earths, they had a party. Lena didn't know how Kara had gotten her agree to throw it at L-Corp, but those puppy dog eyes were not fair. So, that's how she found herself in a party with heroes drinking and horsing around. She watched with some level of amusement as Heatwave tried to arm-wrestle Kara, whom was texting one handed on her phone not paying attention. But, Lena, while having had a good day where the one person she cared about was safe and having fun with her friends, was becoming exhausted and thought she'd take a respite up in her office for a moment before coming back down to mingle more.

What she did not expect was to walk into her office and see Oliver Queen standing there, looking at some of her personal affects on the wall. Lena had gotten along great with Oliver as soon as he'd come through the portal. He was analytical, non-trusting, and she came to learn had an eerily similar background to her. "Mr. Queen. Snooping?"

He didn't even jump at the sound of her voice, letting her know that he was in complete control of his senses and that he wouldn't have gotten caught unless he wanted to. "Just having some fond memories of being CEO myself, Ms. Luthor."

"Please, just Lena. We did help save the world together."

He turned and smiled, and Lena thought that Oliver still had the capability to be his old playboy self that she'd heard about, if he wished to. If Lena had been into men at all, she would have found that smile difficult to deal with indeed. "Then you'll have to call me Oliver."

Lena moved over to her desk, coming to sit in her chair. Oliver obviously wanted to talk to her or he wouldn't have waited in her office and let himself be caught. "Well Oliver, what did you wish to speak to me about?"

He began to walk around the room, still looking at all the awards and degrees that she had on her walls. It was a typical business move so that misogynistic old men didn't think that they knew more than she did. "There was a woman on my earth. She was a hero like us, but she died. Before she did, we had a conversation about mantles."

Lena tilted her head at the man's back as he continued to stalk the room. She steepled her hands and let him continue. "She didn't want her mantle, what she stood for, to end with her. She tasked me with finding a new Black Canary, and I've done so. I'd like to think she'd be proud of my choice."

"Dinah is very skilled. I'm sure your friend is very proud, wherever she is."

Oliver threw a thankful smile over his shoulder before resuming his impassive face. "It got me thinking that mantles can mean a lot. When we find people with similar outlooks we should encourage it. You, Lena Luthor, and I are very similar."

Lena let the silence hang over them, not sure how to take the last couple sentences of his speech. After a moment of seeing how she would react he gestured to one of her awards. "An archery champion from back in high school as well as a black belt that has a very special dialect of Malaysian on it. You're a fighter Lena. You can do more good in the world than sit behind a desk."

She raised an eyebrow and Oliver stopped himself. "Not that there is anything wrong with that. You can do both, is all I'm implying."

She knew where this was going. She didn't have multiple PhDs for nothing. Thinking back to high school, when she was shooting archery, and when she had been able to travel and spend time at a dojo learning different martial arts, she'd been at her happiest. At least until a bumbling, sunny reporter had burst into her life. It was a good break from all of the things she had to do as a Luthor. She didn't have to worry about galas or which fork to use at dinner. Plus, as she thought about it, if what she guessed Oliver was trying to say was true, she didn't disagree that she felt like she needed to do more than sit behind her desk. She had sat at the DEO trying to be helpful, while her family had wrecked the city and beat up her only friend. Her family had left a legacy and she could go about single-handedly wiping it out.

Lena stood and crossed in front of her desk, leaning back on it, crossing her arms. "Why don't you come out and say it plainly, Oliver?"

Oliver crossed over to her and raised his hand, Lena almost thought he was going for a handshake, but then she caught sight of the dark green hood in his hand. "This Earth could do with a Green Arrow. It's my mantle to pass on and I choose you, Lena."