"Well, if you ever meet a Lois Lane, you might want to prepare yourself to duck," he said with a small laugh. He had been the one to break it off with the budding journalist, but she had every reason to punch (and it really was Lois' style to anyway.

He nodded: "Two years for me." Oliver then leaned in, an eyebrow arching slowly: "How are your archery skills, honestly?" It seemed fitting that he would still defend the innocent ones in another universe too.