Who: Oliver Queen What: A Narrative Where: DC When: Recently Warnings/Rating: None
It had been a meeting full of a lot of 'yes, sir', 'no, sir,' and 'I understand', and by the time all was said and done, Oliver left feeling unfulfilled. He still felt that the path that he was on was the proper one, that there did need to be a system of checks and balances on the increasing number of superpowered people that came to their world, but there were days when he wondered if they were going about it the wrong way.
A soft sigh escaped him as he watched the lights of the city pass by beneath him on the jet back to Gotham. He wanted to go back to Star City, but things weren't happening there. No, the action was in Gotham, and now, more than ever, that was where he needed to be. The mission that he had been given was simple.
Ingratiate himself to the members of the Justice League. Do and say whatever was necessary in order to earn their trust. Do not hesitate to use his friendship with Hal Jordan to gain an advantage. Learn what they know about the Watchtower project. Report back.
He didn't like playing the role of a spy, particularly on people that considered him a friend. But there were some things that were more important than friendships, Oliver knew, and keeping the peace in their ever changing and chaotic world was surely one of those.
So why did it feel so wrong?
He leaned back against the headrest of his seat, eyes closed, thumb and index finger rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Perhaps some day this would all show that it was worth it, and that's all Oliver had to believe in. Some day.