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The morning was bittersweet. There was no laughter, no corny jokes, no speaking. The kitchen was quiet and peaceful. Just the way Oliver liked it.

He thought over the last week's events. Was this a good idea? No. Would this plan go horribly wrong? Probably. Was he afraid? Heck yeah, he was. Would he rather go alone? No doubt. Would he be going to do this if these people wouldn't have shown up at his doorstep?

Now that question got him.

He'd like to think he would've. The others couldn't imagine what Bruce did for him, what Oliver owed him. They were going to save him after Bruce saved their lives? Big deal.

Bruce saved his humanity.

Oliver cringed to think about where he would be if Bruce hadn't stepped into the picture. He had almost crossed the line when Bruce showed up. He had been, for lack of a better word, evil. He had been a terrible, egotistic, jerky almost assasin that, after his first kill, wouldn't have given a father that was begging for mercy a glance if he was getting paid for it. He would've shot that kind of man dead, and left the wife and kids to clean it up.

Now, though, he liked to believe he had changed. He was still egotistical, and occasionally a jerk, but he wasn't so terrible. He gave instead of took. He helped instead of hindered. He wasn't just some rich boy with issues (or maybe he was, but if he was, Bruce would be a rich boy with issues too. Except he wouldn't just have issues, he would have lots of issues). He was a nice guy, and he owed Bruce for that.

"I did not expect to see you up so early, Oliver."

He looked over his shoulder, and there stood John Jones. He sighed. "Good morning, John."

John raised an eyebrow. "Lost in thought?"

Oliver laughed. "Oh, you have no idea."

"Thinking about Bruce?"

Oliver's eyes narrowed. "John, how many times have we went over this?! You don't just go into people's minds and-"

"Oliver, I did not go into your mind. I simply stated that due to everyone, myself included, is probably thinking the same thing."

Oliver looked down in guilt. "Sorry, John. It's just...a rough morning."

The telepath nodded, and started to dig out some Oreos. Oliver looked at the guy in surprise. Never in his sixteen years of life had he seen someone who had eaten so many Oreos. It astounded him.

It was awkwardly quiet for a bit, John naturally not very talkative, and Oliver having no idea what to talk about. It was a while before John spoke again, and when he did, it was not what Oliver expected.

"Though the heart may be more than the flesh, the flesh and the heart must work together for the mind."

With that, John left, saying something about packing. Oliver just stared at the doorway, bewildered with what the teen had just said. Then he jumped off his stool, and ran after John.

"What does that even mean?! John, wait? Can you tell me what the heck that was, please?! John!"

He followed John's path, into the living room, and near the door to the training room. He ran into it, and was stunned to see that John wasn't here.

"Where'd he go?"
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The other's were ready to go that afternoon. Diana was the first one in the living room, besides Oliver of course. Clark came down next, followed by Wally, John, and Shayera. Hal, unsurprisingly, was the last one ready, and they had one last look around before they changed into their new "outfits".

Clark had protested the most. He didn't see any problem with jeans and a t-shirt. It wasn't until Oliver pointed out that if they found out who Clark was during this escapade that they might kill people he knew. That earned Oliver a very unhappy, but compliant, Clark. He ended up keeping his jeans (because if you complain about spanex enough, Oliver will let you have jeans), a black longsleeve, and a blue jacket with some strange S-shaped thing on the back.

"What's with the S?" Wally asked.

The redhead was wearing some pretty decent looking basketball shorts, and a tank with a hood on the back and a yellow lightening bolt across the front. His shoes were pretty legit, even Clark had to admit, with their red, yellow, and black streaks across it.

Clark shrugged. "I dunno, just something I thought up. You like it?"

Wally started to giggle. "Oh yeah, that outta strike fear and inspiration into the hearts of people everywhere. Watch out for the S-man at night! He might just come and alphabetize you to death!"

Everyone started to crack up at that. Well, everybody. except for Clark. He mumbled. "What if it stands for something else, like, uh, Superman, or something? And besides, I don't see you comeing up with anything better...What are you, anyway, Speedy?"

Wally looked down, and thought about it. "Well, uh...I dunno. No offense guys, but we really didn't get anything too name worthy when we got our, uh, talents. I mean really, Speedy? Superman? Next thing you know, we'll be calling Hal the Green Night Light."

Hal looked offended, and then punched Wally. As the red head cried in pain and surprise, Hal glared at him. "Nobody is calling me the Green Night Light."

Hal was wearing a black undershirt longsleeve, much like Clark was. However, he had some white pants and a green, white, and black vest. The neon green made him pretty noticable, but Clark guessed Wally wasn't that subtle either. The insigna on the ring was on the upper chest portion of the vest, which Hal had suggested.

"I do not understand. What does super have to do with anything? I mean, you have immense strength, do you not?"

John didn't look to shabby, either. His black shirt had some red X across it, and some navy blue pants made him look pretty subtle.

Clark sighed. "Exactly, John. Super strength. Get it?"

John shrugged, and moved to get his bag.

"Everybody ready to go?"

Shayera walked down in a short, yellow tank and some black skinny jeans. Her combat boots went up to her knees, and a small black half jacket completed her look.

Diana was walking down with her. Her tank top was like the top corner of the American flag, covered in blue with splotches of white stars. Bright red pants and golden boots made her the most noticeable out of all of them.

Diana looked around, and nodded. "You all look nice."

Wally was the first to reply, grinning widely. "Not as nice as you, beautiful."

Hal punched Wally's shoulder, and the younger boy yelped. The two started to get into it as Shayera started to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Clark, what's with the giant S on your back?"

"...Not this again..."

"Alright everybody, load up!" They all turned to see Oliver, dressed in a lot of dark green. He was wearing a tank much like Wally's, and some spandex pants with combat boots. The outfit was completed with two arm guards and a quiver, which made him almost look like...

"Robin Hood, really?!" Hal and Wally started cracking up, along with the rest of the kids. Oliver's eyes narrowed.

"Well, at least I'm not the Green Night Light."

Hal paled, and then stood up straight.

"You were saying something about leaving?"