Oliver Queen

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Metropolis was not the same as when he'd left four years ago.

He found himself walking slowly down the sidewalks of the city, a little taken back at how rundown things appeared. Buildings all over the city were littered with graffiti, and many had cracked or even broken windows. There was trash lining the gutters and streets.

Feeling wary, he made his way across the city and to the park, drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly as he sat down on a park bench, rubbing his hands over his face as he stared into the distance, his expression dazed.

The party is in a large, classically-decorated ballroom, hundreds and hundreds of tiny white lights brighten the room.

A live orchestra is playing in one corner of the room, waiters and waitresses handing out Hors d'oeuvres from silver trays, along with glasses of fine wine and champagne.







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Oliver stood on the balcony of his penthouse suite apartment that night, staring blankly out over the city, then finished off the glass of whiskey, shutting his eyes as the liquid burned his throat all the way down. Letting out a breath, he pushed himself away from the railing and moved to set the glass down.

Lex Luthor was alive.

He was still trying to wrap his mind around that information. He didn't really understand how it was even possible. He rubbed a hand over his face as he made his way back into the penthouse.

The silence was shattered by the ringing of the telephone. He debated for a moment whether to bother answering it at all. It was either someone from Queen Industries calling with a work question, or it was a telemarketer. It was the only two kinds of calls he ever got.

Sighing as he glanced at the caller ID, he rolled his eyes at the 'Number Unavailable' reading.

Telemarketer.

Awesome.

He picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear. "So what are we selling tonight?" His voice was flat.