Oliver glared at the screen. He'd been at it for a day, but somehow, he was no closer to figuring out who was under Batman's mask.

"Ollie?" Sara came in. He glanced up at her, shaking his head.

"She was telling the truth." He murmured. "About Thea. I did some checking and..." He rubbed his eyes. "I didn't want to believe it, but Felicity was right." He gave Sara a grimace. "Thea's Malcolm's daughter and my mom tried to cover it up." He'd thought she was done with lying. She'd promised during the trial that she was going to be honest with them. That she wouldn't let her fear of Malcolm determine her actions any more. Oliver didn't know what to think. One thing was sure; Thea couldn't know.

"I'm sorry." Sara looked over his shoulder. "Any luck figuring out who Batman is?"

He shook his head. "All I've got is that he's been operating for 6 years and that he works alone." He'd also done some checking on Felicity. She'd never been to Gotham, but that didn't mean she hadn't had contact with Batman. She didn't need to be onsite to work cyber security. Sara opened her mouth, hesitating. She wanted to say something.

"What is it?" He said.

"I think Felicity knows something." Sara said.

He gripped the armrest of the chair. "I know." He murmured.

"Oliver, how do you know she hasn't been telling Batman about you?" Sara said. "He knew exactly who you were and where your lair was..." She paused, her face drawn. "I don't like this, she's always been nice to me, but..."

"Sara, I'll talk to her when she comes here." Oliver snapped.

Sara nodded stiffly. "There's one more thing." She sighed. "I think Batman might be a member of the league."

Oliver turned, looking at her. How could she know that? "What makes you say that?"

Sara clenched her hands, looking around her before explaining. "Something people in the league said when I was training. I wasn't the first outsider to be trained with them."

"Merlyn." Oliver wondered why she was bringing him up now. Sara shook her head.

"There was one more. Ra's and the others were furious because he turned his back on their teachings. Apparently he never went that extra step and took a life. According to Nyssa, he left the league by fighting his way through an entire hall of assassins. He managed to disarm and incapacitate each one...somehow without killing any of them." There was a note of admiration in Sara's tone. Admiration and jealousy. "He didn't turn into a monster."

"What does this have to do with Batman?" Oliver asked.

"Two things." Sara said. "Firstly, I saw the way he moved when he fought Tockman's henchmen. And secondly the name Nyssa called the mystery trainee when she told me about him. His league name was Alwatawat. It means the bat."

Oliver frowned and was about to answer when his phone buzzed. There was a text from Thea. "Thea says I need to come to the mansion...because my mom's throwing a dinner for Bruce Wayne." He grit his teeth, getting up. He didn't want to be near his mother and he certainly didn't want to be near Bruce Wayne but he needed to pretend, for Thea at least, that everything was okay.

"You can handle the lair, right?" He asked Sara. She nodded.

"I think I'll have Roy do some target practice."

It was a good idea. Roy had done enough water slapping. "If Felicity comes...text me and have her wait for me, but don't question her."

Sara didn't seem to like the idea, but she relented, moving aside. "Have fun at your dinner."