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Green Arrow #2
Roy said this Conde guy was dangerous, but I have a bow and some arrows. I'm highly likely I can take him. I arrived at the nightclub at 11:03. A little late but not bad. I was getting ready to walk in the front entrance. I never understand why Batman or someone always had to have a dynamic entrance. Me, I like simple but still keep it fun and fresh. I walked to the door and was stopped by a hand.
"Robin Hood, you can't go in there." the bouncer said.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" I replied with a smirk.
"Should I?"
"Well, yeah! I'm Green Arrow, the Emerald Archer. Ring any bells?"
"No, and honestly, I don't give a shit about it. Listen, I don't know why you're dressed like a superhero wannabe, but get hell outta here."
Damn. I was hoping this to be easy to save strength for some fun inside. I grabbed my bow tightly and swung it, making contact with his throat. He landed on his knees, grabbing his throat, gasping for air. Chuckling I walked inside. I walk getting closer and closer to the stage area. I don't really see anyone besides dancers. Whoa, the dancers. No, Ollie, your engaged I thought to myself. I went into the back to the private rooms. All of the curtains were open except for one in the back. I pulled it open revealing a man receiving a lap dance from a slightly attractive stripper. She ran away screaming.
"Hey man! you can't-" He cut off mid sentence when he saw his favorite green themed hero.
I pulled him out of his chair and threw him on the ground, stood above him with an arrow pointed to his throat.
"Onomatopoeia, where is he?"
"Like I'm telling you shit!"
"Listen man, if your mad about me ruining your dance, I'm sorry." I said with slight remorse, "Now, where is he?"
"I don't know man, honestly. He doesn't speak. Literally."
"The hell do you mean? Everyone talks."
"Well he's not everyone."
Before I could ask him another question, he pulled a knife out but not on me. He opened it and said "I'll die before I'll talk!" and slit his throat.
Dammit. I stood up, and contacted Roy.
"Roy, I'm in need of a informer. Any leads?"
"Sadly, no." Roy replied with concern.
"Keep an eye out."
"Oliver, are you sure you don't want me to suit up? I mean the two of us would narrow down the search for Onomatopoeia."
"No. You're staying in tonight. End of discussion."
As I made my way out of the nightclub, I was tackled and slashed on my side. I regained my footing and grabbed my side in pain and looked up to see a man dressed in tan. Looking at his face, is that a damn tiger?! Oh, I should've known. Benjamin Turner.
"Bronze Tiger. I've heard that guys that dress up as an animal usually have some sort of phobia with said animal. Aww, is little tiger scared of kitties?"
"I am one of the best martial artists on the planet, I'm not scared. Now, can we get started." He said gripping his claw dripping with my blood.
"May I ask why you're here?"
"To get my money!!" he yelled charging at me.
This might just keeps getting better and better I said to myself as I knocked an arrow.
Green Arrow #2
Roy said this Conde guy was dangerous, but I have a bow and some arrows. I'm highly likely I can take him. I arrived at the nightclub at 11:03. A little late but not bad. I was getting ready to walk in the front entrance. I never understand why Batman or someone always had to have a dynamic entrance. Me, I like simple but still keep it fun and fresh. I walked to the door and was stopped by a hand.
"Robin Hood, you can't go in there." the bouncer said.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" I replied with a smirk.
"Should I?"
"Well, yeah! I'm Green Arrow, the Emerald Archer. Ring any bells?"
"No, and honestly, I don't give a shit about it. Listen, I don't know why you're dressed like a superhero wannabe, but get hell outta here."
Damn. I was hoping this to be easy to save strength for some fun inside. I grabbed my bow tightly and swung it, making contact with his throat. He landed on his knees, grabbing his throat, gasping for air. Chuckling I walked inside. I walk getting closer and closer to the stage area. I don't really see anyone besides dancers. Whoa, the dancers. No, Ollie, your engaged I thought to myself. I went into the back to the private rooms. All of the curtains were open except for one in the back. I pulled it open revealing a man receiving a lap dance from a slightly attractive stripper. She ran away screaming.
"Hey man! you can't-" He cut off mid sentence when he saw his favorite green themed hero.
I pulled him out of his chair and threw him on the ground, stood above him with an arrow pointed to his throat.
"Onomatopoeia, where is he?"
"Like I'm telling you shit!"
"Listen man, if your mad about me ruining your dance, I'm sorry." I said with slight remorse, "Now, where is he?"
"I don't know man, honestly. He doesn't speak. Literally."
"The hell do you mean? Everyone talks."
"Well he's not everyone."
Before I could ask him another question, he pulled a knife out but not on me. He opened it and said "I'll die before I'll talk!" and slit his throat.
Dammit. I stood up, and contacted Roy.
"Roy, I'm in need of a informer. Any leads?"
"Sadly, no." Roy replied with concern.
"Keep an eye out."
"Oliver, are you sure you don't want me to suit up? I mean the two of us would narrow down the search for Onomatopoeia."
"No. You're staying in tonight. End of discussion."
As I made my way out of the nightclub, I was tackled and slashed on my side. I regained my footing and grabbed my side in pain and looked up to see a man dressed in tan. Looking at his face, is that a damn tiger?! Oh, I should've known. Benjamin Turner.
"Bronze Tiger. I've heard that guys that dress up as an animal usually have some sort of phobia with said animal. Aww, is little tiger scared of kitties?"
"I am one of the best martial artists on the planet, I'm not scared. Now, can we get started." He said gripping his claw dripping with my blood.
"May I ask why you're here?"
"To get my money!!" he yelled charging at me.
This might just keeps getting better and better I said to myself as I knocked an arrow.