Three weeks after the Crisis on Infinite Earths:
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our star newspaperman, come back to us at last! I don’t know how this great daily newspaper ever managed to survive without you! How long has it been since I’ve seen anything from your typewriter, anyway?”
“Look, I know I’ve not done any writing for a while, but that’s no reason to make a spectacle out of it, Chief.”
The grizzled newspaper editor slapped his hands down on his desk. “Don’t you Chief me! We’ve been getting mail and phone calls asking when you’d be back, and I couldn’t give an answer. Don’t you ever check your answering machine?”
“I’ve been, ummm, out of town. After the Crisis, it took a while for me to get back here. Is my old spot still open?”
The editor looked the younger man up and down. He was pleased to see that his writer didn’t appear too badly harmed by the tumultuous events of the last few weeks. A little leaner, a bit paler, perhaps, but certainly not the worst he’d ever been. He smiled.
“Of course it is! Welcome back to the Daily Star!” George Taylor stood and extended his hand over the desk to the waiting man.
“Thanks, George. It’s good to be back!” said a grinning Oliver Queen.