Back at Watchtower, a concerned Chloe is calling out to Oliver on the phone. He doesn't answer. She hears a high-pitched whooshing sound and turns toward one of the big stained-glass windows just in time to see Oliver hurtling through it. Oliver: "AAH!" Chloe dives for the floor. Oliver tumbles to a stop amid broken glass and shards of the window frame. He has several small, decorative cuts on his face and arms. Chloe rushes over to him. "Oliver! Are you OK?" "He'll live," Hawkman says behind them, in an even gruffer voice than before. They look up to see him hovering outside the broken window. He offers a parting warning: "Now stay the hell out of our business. Next time, I won't ask so nicely." Chloe and Oliver gape as he whooshes off into the night sky, silhouetted against the permanently full moon. Commercials.

Watchtower again. Chloe tenderly tends to Oliver's boo-boos, dabbing at each cut on his arm with some kind of superhero Bactine. Oliver calls Hawkman "Pigeon Man" (hee!) and thinks he's got Clark locked up somewhere. "I don't know who these people are, but they sure as hell don't like us." Aw, he sounds so sad. Poor jerk-face. Chloe dabs at a particular nasty ouchie, eliciting a soft "Ow!" from Oliver. "I thought you said it didn't hurt!" Chloe says. "I lied," Oliver grumps. Heh. I have to admit they're sort of cute. With a final, painful dab at his forehead, Chloe packs up her first-aid kit. She's pissed that a secret society of super villains can tear them apart like this. She mopes that maybe she should give up on getting them all back together again. Oliver doesn't like what he's hearing. "Don't give up on us yet. We may be a bit dysfunctional, a bit hard to wrangle at times, but when the chips are down, we're always there." Or at least when there's room in the show's budget for all of you. Chloe counters that they were able to take Clark away from them. Oliver holds up a throwing star. "And I took this away from the winged wonder when he yanked me into the sky." Chloe thinks it looks like an antique (it looks brand new), like it belongs in a museum. Ding! Light bulb! Oliver proposes they get some reinforcements and head over there. And who do they call for reinforcements? A quick cutaway shows Detective John Jones answering his phone. Aw, we've missed you, you elusive Martian Manhunter, you!