Green Arrow had never travelled by teleporter before.  She distrusted the technology, since she didn't develop (or steal) it, and the feeling of all her component atoms being summarily broken down and reassembled somewhere far from where she had been was unsettling enough to force her to upchuck the remnants of the filet mignon she'd had three hours ago in another dimension.<br/><br/>After the brief nausea had passed and her mouth was obsessively wiped clean, Green Arrow took stock of her surroundings, while keeping tabs on the Bat and the other green-clad woman.  Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she looked around; not even the Poison Ivy she knew could have wreaked this kind of devastation, if she had eight years and Luthor's kryptonite growth serum. Who had the capability of doing this?<br/><br/>Part of her was perversely pleased that it was Wayne's home turf so choked with vines, and she had to forcibly remind herself that it wasn't her dimension's Wayne who ruled this territory.  Still, the memory of this would keep her warm at night when -- if -- she ever returned home.