He was going out to pick up Dinah… who wasn’t their Dinah but still Dinah, which was both confusing and somehow exhilarating at the same time. In his haste to go and find exactly where she was, Oliver didn’t realize that Chloe was so upset or that she was dragging Bart out shopping in the middle of the night. The one thing he was aware of was that Dinah was there in the city and that she was alone. With this and only this on his mind, he hurried to dig frantically through the nightstand drawer for his keys and was out the door in a heartbeat and headed for the motorcycle parked at the curb in front of the hotel. He wasn’t sure if the bike was technically his but it had been unclaimed and alone and the woman at the front desk had welcomed him to it, with a dazzling white smile and crystal clear blue eyes (that unsettled him ever so slightly).
Oliver liked (mostly) having the roads to himself. In a city as big as this one you would expect to fall into traffic jams and constant red lights. That hadn’t happened to him once. Sometimes the silence of it all haunted him. Metropolis had been loud. People yelled. Cars revved their engines. Sirens screamed in a nonstop stream of warning. Here, those same warnings did not exist. Oliver, Chloe and the kids could fall asleep in a hotel that was deathly silent. It was perfect. Nobody ever burned the food. Room service arrived on time. The Green Arrow wasn’t needed. His suit hung in the closet, untouched since he had gotten there.
The bike glided over perfectly paved roads and out of habit, Oliver glanced sideways every once in a while, to catch sight of things that weren’t there to see. His inner hero was disappointed that he had nothing to fight and nothing to protect. The drive to Dinah reminded him of that. It reminded him that they were alone. Those created-people didn’t count. Seeing them through the glass, without a single hair out of place, Oliver willed himself to stop looking and instead focused on spotting Dinah.