The bar was Sara's.

The kitchen was Mick's.

The security office, well, that was Len's domain. The black and white carpet and gleaming dark red countertops blended nicely with the décor of the rest of the building. (OK, maybe the carpet design that Sara picked was a bit more…flamboyant…than Len would have chosen, but it did serve to help muffle any noise from down below.)

The office connected directly to the upstairs panic room. It was Gotham, after all, and one never knew when a little extra firepower might come in handy. There were, of course, the standard accoutrements of a business office - the safe and counting machine, and a computer that actually contained book keeping and ordering software.

The room had been designed by Cisco Ramon and Ray Palmer, with Gideon pitching in, both to upgrade things with future tech, and also make said future tech as intuitive as possible for Len to operate. Both men had wanted to bring in Felicity Smoak, but old habits died hard, and Len wasn't ready to have Team Arrow knowing quite so much of his business.

From his office, Len could monitor the security cameras placed all around the building. (Except for when that damn cat decided to play with the one up on the roof. Nothing he'd tried so far had deterred the orange beast for long.) He could manage the HVAC, alarm, and comm systems for the entire building without moving from his chair.

Although he'd let Sara choose most of the furnishings and fixtures, that chair was one of the few things Len had insisted on. Sara laughingly called it his 'CEO chair.' It was upholstered in dark gray leather, with luxurious padding and a high back. It was a top-of-the-line model that rolled smoothly and silently across the floor with the slightest push of his foot.

Mick was not allowed to sit in it. He was also not allowed to bring any food into the office, and there was a can of industrial strength handwipes that he was expected to use before touching any of the equipment.

Sara generally preferred to sit in Len's lap when she came up to the office. (He grumbled that she'd break his chair. She replied that for what they paid for the damn thing, they should be able to do a helluva lot more than just sit in it.) She also preferred to drink out of his mug. (He'd conceded that point quite a long time ago.)


The office door opened, and Len turned his chair with a nudge of his foot, just in time for Sara to slide into his lap. She was wearing one of her wolf tees, he noted absently, as he settled his arms around her waist. Sara slipped an arm around his neck and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the mouth.

"All buttoned up downstairs?" he asked.

"Yup. As you're well aware, Mr. Overwatch."

"That's Captain Overwatch."

Sara laughed, and kissed him again. "Mick's making steaks on the grill, and there's a really nice bottle of wine."

"Is the Cat liberating things from the Bat's wine cellar again?"

"Actually, no. Ray sent it."

"Good. Wouldn't want the GCPD coming after us for possession of ill-gotten booze."

"Alfred brought us that last bottle," she protested.

"And did you two have fun tossing that bozo out?"

"I did, actually. Alfred even got the door for me, so I didn't damage anything trying to chuck him through an unbreakable window."

Snart gave a slight shrug. "It was worth the cost of a new table to know that the glass lived up to Raymond and Ramon's techno-babble. Besides, it's amusing as hell to see the looks on the eject-ee's faces when they realize just how badly they misjudged you."

Sara chuckled. "Yeah. The idiot brigade always seems to think that Mick is the one to worry about."

"You're easily the most badass of the three of us."

"Thanks for that…for not going all cave-man when someone looks at me funny."

"I've known exactly what you're capable of, since way back in 1975, and it's a thing of beauty to watch you putting some idiot in their place. But Sara…you know…if there was ever anyone that I thought might actually - "

"I do know." She leaned in and rested her forehead against his. "In a heartbeat. You and Mick both. I've known that since 1975, too."