"When I said something about fighting the good fight, I didn't mean this."

Oliver quickly turned around, seeing Harry copy him, to face Slade Wilson. "Wilson."

"Oliver. Harry."

Diggle looked between the three of them, glancing to Felicity who was working at the computer table next to him. Felicity shook her head and eyed the stranger. The stranger who had even more weapons on his person than Oliver did when he went out into the city after dark to patrol. The man wore combat boots over black pants, a tac vest, had a grenade belt slung across his shoulders, guns at his hips and two swords strapped to his back.

"You were the one who said to look after Oliver," Harry retorted, grinning and walking right over to the guy and pulling him into a hug. "Not that I needed any push."

"And here I traveled around the world for a higher purpose when I could have just come here."

"Uh… Who are you?" Felicity questioned, still looking between Harry and Oliver. "And why are you armed to the teeth?"

"Eh, ignore him," Harry muttered, turning to look at Felicity after stepping back from the stranger. "He's just like that. Diggle, Felicity, this is Slade Wilson, an old friend of ours."

Oliver's lips twitched up into a tight grin as he too went over to clap Slade on his back. "Good to see you. What brings you here to Star City?"

"I heard about your city falling apart," Slade remarked, shrugging as he walked about the basement of Verdant. "Something about a supervillain?"

"The Undertaking," Oliver said quietly. "My mother was apart of it and so was my father."

Slade's eyes narrowed as he reached the cases where Harry and Oliver's suits were. "Families can be complicated."

"Slade, these two are John Diggle and Felicity Smoak," Oliver spoke, gesturing to each of their friends in turn. "They helped us take down Merlyn and the earthquake device."

"Earthquake device? What the fuck? I left you two alone three years ago and this-"

"Slade, it wasn't our fault," Harry retorted, his eyes flashing red for a second. "You try taking down two devices and someone who was trained by the League of Assassins."

"And Tommy…" Oliver trailed off, with a glance up to the bar on the floor above them and then turning back to Slade. "He was badly injured and Harry had to stay with him. Diggle watched my back during the fight with Merlyn."

"Your…" Slade trailed off, gesturing to Harry. "And Tommy is who now? Your ex?"

Harry's eyes widened and he let out a strangled laugh. "No, he's Oliver's best friend, you idiot."

"Ah. You two are still together then?"

"Yes," Oliver returned, glaring at Slade, who grinned.

"I'm just teasing you, kid. I come with some news that may or may not help with your ongoing search," Slade offered, shrugging and turning to look at Harry. "Speaking of the League of Assassins."

Harry exchanged a look with Oliver, his eyes narrowing. "This can't be good."

"League of Assassins?" Diggle echoed. "I thought that was a myth."

"It's not," Oliver said, glancing at Diggle. His eyes had gone hard, like he was all but ready to pick up his bow right the fuck now. "And depending on Slade's news…"

"They're not gunning for Star City," Slade interrupted. "Throughout my travels in Eastern Europe, I heard tell of an assassin called the Hound or the Grim. That ring a bell to you, Harry?"

Harry froze, his eyes widening. "The Grim?"

Slade's eyes glinted but he nodded. "The people I talked to said he moves like shadow and like a hound at the same time."

"Fuck. Fuck."

Oliver walked over to Harry's side and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, you alright?"

"The things we heard about the League of Assassins… If half of them are true… My godfather's alive and he's an assassin."

Harry flinched and leaned into Oliver's hand, reaching out to place his own hand over Oliver's.

"Harry?" Felicity questioned. "How do you know…"

Harry turned to look at Diggle and Felicity, his eyes tinged with red. "My godfather learned a spell that allows you to shape shift. It's one that only a few wizards and witches learned and you can only have one shape."

"Shape shift? There are people who can shape shift?" Diggle questioned faintly, his eyes going wide.

"You can accept me and you still question that there are worse things out there?" Harry asked, his lips twitching up into a grin.

"Kind of…" Diggle trailed off, looking to Oliver and then back to Slade.

"Anyway, my godfather took on the shape of a black dog," Harry explained, dropping his forehead onto Oliver's shoulder. "That is probably why…"

"He's called the Hound," Oliver finished, wrapping an arm around Harry. "We'll find him. We have a name and information now."

"Thanks, Slade," Harry said, glancing up at the other man. "You could stay here for a few days?"

"Nah, kids. It's been fun. I'll keep in touch."

Oliver waved and Slade nodded back, heading out through the back of the basement. Slade stopped before he turned down the hallway that led to the door and turned, catching Oliver and Harry's eyes.

"Oh, and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I've also heard of a girl with the same powers as you," Slade added. "Goes by the name Raven."