"I..." Jack began but swallowed, his blue eyes sliding away. After the whole meeting of superheroes and the discussion of secret identities, Jack didn't want to tread where he wasn't supposed to. Oliver had taken a deliberate step to change both his clothes and his demeanor that first night the winter teen had encountered him.

But he owed Zatanna the truth, didn't he? For helping him and for being his dearest friend here.

"He was... picking fights," he said judiciously. "And winning them, um... pretty strongly."