A Metropolis rooftop at night. There's a full moon. Clark joins Oliver. They both got a message from "Blondie." Clark says that he spoke to Lois, and that he's sorry about what happened. Clark wonders if Lois might get used to the whole dual-identity thing someday. "Like when?" Oliver asks. "When the Earth cracks open and time ticks backward?" Oh, clunk. Dinah shows up, wearing a black trenchcoat and matching wig, and thanks the two of them for coming. They hadn't gotten that far yet, sorry. She says that she has to eat a little crow: "Is it too late to ask for an apology?" "Apology accepted," says Clark. Uh, Clark...she was asking for an apology. Unless she misspoke, you're supposed to apologize to her. Maybe she misspoke. Silly bird. Dinah says that she won't be freelancing for Lex anymore, and that she's hanging up her fishnets. She says that she was out of her league, and will stick to being the Word of Justice on the airwaves. Oliver thinks it's a waste of talent. Clark thinks that Oliver and his crew could use a den mother. Uh, sexist much, Clark? Dinah says that she's not much of a team player. "That's perfect. You'll fit right in," Oliver says. Dinah asks about Clark. She says that ricocheting bullets off his back should earn him the secret handshake. Clark shakes his head. "Maybe someday," he says. Oliver leads Dinah away, saying that he has some people for her to meet. Dinah tells Oliver that he has lousy taste in women. Ouch! Give a brother some space! That one stings. Clark watches them go. He smiles.