#v.stone01

Oliver was relieved, if he was being honest, to see more people who had been a part of the Justice League wandering the halls of the mansion. In the future, he had gone for years without them, but they were all right here, perfectly safe. He had to keep reminding himself of that—the people he cared about, the ones he hadn’t seen for years, they were safe in 1973. He was so used to people dying that he didn’t even think about the fact that not all of his friends were dead. He jogged up to Victor to clap a hand on his shoulder. “Jesus, Vic, you get an upgrade? You’re looking good,” he joked lightly.