ianwillcock
Green Arrow 1.2
My name is Connor Queen. My father Oliver recently passed away from cancer, and I have been asked to fulfill his legacy as the Green Arrow
The final bell rang, and I left my grade 11 English class to meet up with my friend Roy. I caught him on the way to his Cross Country training.
“Hey, Roy,” I said. He turned back, and his hard Navajo face broke into a grin.
“What’s up, Connor?” He responded. “I need to ask you for some advice,” I told him. He nodded, his face serious now. “Shoot.”
“I’ve been accepted into... into a club, you could say, a club that my father was part of. It would be a lot of pressure, but I’d be doing something good, helping people.”
He looked me straight in the eye. “If you’re doing something good and helping people, it’s definitely worth it.” That’s what I like about Roy; he’s straightforward, wise, and he doesn’t ask too many questions.
“Thanks,” I said. He looked at his watch and ran his hand through his black shaggy hair.
“Sorry, I have to go,” he said, “I’ll catch you later.” And at that, he ran off.
I turned to leave and bumped into another boy named Jason. I jumped back, and his papers fell to the ground in a cluttered pile. We both bent down.
“Sorry, Jason,” I told him. He shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it.” He seemed kind of nervous; his eyes were darting around. He wiped his sweaty hand on the yellow ‘R’ of his read hoodie.
“Are you alright?” I asked him. “You look kind of jumpy.” Immediatley he brushed past me.
“Stay out of it, Queen.”
I was shocked. I knew Jason had it rough–he was from the Glades– but he was ususally quiet and left other people alone. I pulled out my phone and turned it on. It was 2:33. I had archery practice at 3:15, followed by my mixed martial arts class. At least now I knew why I had to do all those things.
That night, I told my mom I would try to be the Green Arrow. She gave me a big hug, and then told me we were going to see Bruce Wayne.
“Mom, he lives all the way in Gotham,” I protested. She didn’t listen and, soon enough, we had made the hour-long drive to Wayne Manor. We were ushered in and went down to the Batcave.
“Connor, what a pleasent surprise,” Bruce said. He was dressed in his batsuit and behind him was Dick in the Nightwing suit.
“I’ve decided I’m going to be the Green Arrow, to continue my father’s good work,” I told him. He nodded vigourously.
“Alright. Your suit’s in there, get it, yep. Dinah, will you be joining us? I still have your suit.”
Mom unfolded her crossed arms.
“No, I think I’m going to stay in tonight, I hurt my leg. But next time.” Bruce smiled understandingly.
“Sounds like a plan.”
I had my suit on and put the hood up.
“Mr. Wayne, how am I going to cover my face? A hood is hardly sufficient.” Bruce pointed to a bucket of something.
“Your father liked to wear facepaint; it reminded him of his time on the island, he said it helped him ‘remember his training’.”
As I smeared facepaint on, I muttered, “He always was eccentric.”
Bruce lead me down to another area, this time with a car. The Batmobile.
We got in, Bruce in the driver’s seat, Dick in the passenger’s seat, and me in the back. We drove off, the city zooming by.
“Where are we going?” I asked. Dick looked back.
“There’s been a break-in at ACE Chemicals and we’re going to check it out,” he told me firmly. That honestly seemed to be the way he said everything.
“Stay close to me, Connor,” Bruce said, “I’ll show you some tricks.”
We arrived outside the building, and Bruce lead us through ventalation ducts. We got into the center of the building. Through the ducts, I could see that, all around, there were guys wearing red masks. There was one man in particular with what looked like a cylindircal helmet.
Dick scowled. “We’re dealing with the Red Hood gang, they’ve been causing trouble for the last few months.” He pointed out the man with the helmet. “That guy right there is the leader, Red Hood One they call him.”
“Dick, take out the lights then go for the men all around. I’ll go after Red Hood One. Connor, provide cover for now. Go.”
With that, Dick took off. A few minutes later the lights went out and Bruce and I jumped down. I took an arrow out of my quiver and aimed, while Bruce went after RHO, punching and kicking his way through the gang.
One of the men ran at me, firing. I took cover behind a corner. I jumped out at him and kicked him square in the face, breaking his jaw. He fell to the ground; there was something familiar about his face (he wasn’t wearing a mask; he must have been a rookie). I saw the yellow ‘R’ on his shirt...
“Jason?” I said. He turned and scrambled to get away, grabbing his fallen baseball cap as another man ran at me. The other man pushed Jason into the wall.
“Why you running, rookie, huh?” He sneered. I put an arrow in the bow and let it fly, piercing the man’s shoulder. He doubled over as Jason kneed him in the face and ran away.
I could see Batman going after RHO; they were close. I pulled another arrow and shot it into RHO’s arm. He fell, but quickly got back up and ran to an adjoining bridge, as Batman came after him.
Another man came from behind and I turned then jumped off the wall and into him, kicking him in the chest. I had a moment where I turned my head and saw Batman confronting RHO. Then the man hit me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and reached for his gun. I shot and arrow through his hand pinning him to the bridge and grasped my stomach.
Batman was holding Red Hood One by his shoulder/chest pads. He was screaming in pain from his wound. I saw Jason approach Batman with a gun. RHO saw it too.
Batman turned, and as he did Jason shot RHO. He squirmed and kicked Batman, catching him off guard, which in turn caused Batman to let go of him. Red Hood One fell into a vat of chemicals below.
Jason ran for it as Bruce chased after him. Dick jumped down out of nowhere and grabbed Jason.
“YOU KILLED HIM!” Bruce yelled. “HE WAS GOING TO TESTIFY AGAINST OTHERS IN COURT AND YOU RUINED IT!” Jason was crying now.
“I-I-I’m sorry, B-batm-man... he was thr-threating me and m-my family, saying if-f I di-din’t joi-join him he w-would kill u-us...”
I put my hand on Bruce’s shoulder.
“Let him go...” I whispered to Bruce. Bruce dropped him, turned on his heel, and stormed back to the vent. Dick followed and I shot Jason one last glance over my shoulder as I made my way back to the vent.
I want to give credit to Tim Lydy for the inspiration, I was looking for a story idea and I saw his Red Hood scene and it inspired me to incorporate it into my GA series. I'd also like to thank Scott Blankfield for getting me into this group, and for being an admin.
Green Arrow 1.2
My name is Connor Queen. My father Oliver recently passed away from cancer, and I have been asked to fulfill his legacy as the Green Arrow
The final bell rang, and I left my grade 11 English class to meet up with my friend Roy. I caught him on the way to his Cross Country training.
“Hey, Roy,” I said. He turned back, and his hard Navajo face broke into a grin.
“What’s up, Connor?” He responded. “I need to ask you for some advice,” I told him. He nodded, his face serious now. “Shoot.”
“I’ve been accepted into... into a club, you could say, a club that my father was part of. It would be a lot of pressure, but I’d be doing something good, helping people.”
He looked me straight in the eye. “If you’re doing something good and helping people, it’s definitely worth it.” That’s what I like about Roy; he’s straightforward, wise, and he doesn’t ask too many questions.
“Thanks,” I said. He looked at his watch and ran his hand through his black shaggy hair.
“Sorry, I have to go,” he said, “I’ll catch you later.” And at that, he ran off.
I turned to leave and bumped into another boy named Jason. I jumped back, and his papers fell to the ground in a cluttered pile. We both bent down.
“Sorry, Jason,” I told him. He shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it.” He seemed kind of nervous; his eyes were darting around. He wiped his sweaty hand on the yellow ‘R’ of his read hoodie.
“Are you alright?” I asked him. “You look kind of jumpy.” Immediatley he brushed past me.
“Stay out of it, Queen.”
I was shocked. I knew Jason had it rough–he was from the Glades– but he was ususally quiet and left other people alone. I pulled out my phone and turned it on. It was 2:33. I had archery practice at 3:15, followed by my mixed martial arts class. At least now I knew why I had to do all those things.
That night, I told my mom I would try to be the Green Arrow. She gave me a big hug, and then told me we were going to see Bruce Wayne.
“Mom, he lives all the way in Gotham,” I protested. She didn’t listen and, soon enough, we had made the hour-long drive to Wayne Manor. We were ushered in and went down to the Batcave.
“Connor, what a pleasent surprise,” Bruce said. He was dressed in his batsuit and behind him was Dick in the Nightwing suit.
“I’ve decided I’m going to be the Green Arrow, to continue my father’s good work,” I told him. He nodded vigourously.
“Alright. Your suit’s in there, get it, yep. Dinah, will you be joining us? I still have your suit.”
Mom unfolded her crossed arms.
“No, I think I’m going to stay in tonight, I hurt my leg. But next time.” Bruce smiled understandingly.
“Sounds like a plan.”
I had my suit on and put the hood up.
“Mr. Wayne, how am I going to cover my face? A hood is hardly sufficient.” Bruce pointed to a bucket of something.
“Your father liked to wear facepaint; it reminded him of his time on the island, he said it helped him ‘remember his training’.”
As I smeared facepaint on, I muttered, “He always was eccentric.”
Bruce lead me down to another area, this time with a car. The Batmobile.
We got in, Bruce in the driver’s seat, Dick in the passenger’s seat, and me in the back. We drove off, the city zooming by.
“Where are we going?” I asked. Dick looked back.
“There’s been a break-in at ACE Chemicals and we’re going to check it out,” he told me firmly. That honestly seemed to be the way he said everything.
“Stay close to me, Connor,” Bruce said, “I’ll show you some tricks.”
We arrived outside the building, and Bruce lead us through ventalation ducts. We got into the center of the building. Through the ducts, I could see that, all around, there were guys wearing red masks. There was one man in particular with what looked like a cylindircal helmet.
Dick scowled. “We’re dealing with the Red Hood gang, they’ve been causing trouble for the last few months.” He pointed out the man with the helmet. “That guy right there is the leader, Red Hood One they call him.”
“Dick, take out the lights then go for the men all around. I’ll go after Red Hood One. Connor, provide cover for now. Go.”
With that, Dick took off. A few minutes later the lights went out and Bruce and I jumped down. I took an arrow out of my quiver and aimed, while Bruce went after RHO, punching and kicking his way through the gang.
One of the men ran at me, firing. I took cover behind a corner. I jumped out at him and kicked him square in the face, breaking his jaw. He fell to the ground; there was something familiar about his face (he wasn’t wearing a mask; he must have been a rookie). I saw the yellow ‘R’ on his shirt...
“Jason?” I said. He turned and scrambled to get away, grabbing his fallen baseball cap as another man ran at me. The other man pushed Jason into the wall.
“Why you running, rookie, huh?” He sneered. I put an arrow in the bow and let it fly, piercing the man’s shoulder. He doubled over as Jason kneed him in the face and ran away.
I could see Batman going after RHO; they were close. I pulled another arrow and shot it into RHO’s arm. He fell, but quickly got back up and ran to an adjoining bridge, as Batman came after him.
Another man came from behind and I turned then jumped off the wall and into him, kicking him in the chest. I had a moment where I turned my head and saw Batman confronting RHO. Then the man hit me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and reached for his gun. I shot and arrow through his hand pinning him to the bridge and grasped my stomach.
Batman was holding Red Hood One by his shoulder/chest pads. He was screaming in pain from his wound. I saw Jason approach Batman with a gun. RHO saw it too.
Batman turned, and as he did Jason shot RHO. He squirmed and kicked Batman, catching him off guard, which in turn caused Batman to let go of him. Red Hood One fell into a vat of chemicals below.
Jason ran for it as Bruce chased after him. Dick jumped down out of nowhere and grabbed Jason.
“YOU KILLED HIM!” Bruce yelled. “HE WAS GOING TO TESTIFY AGAINST OTHERS IN COURT AND YOU RUINED IT!” Jason was crying now.
“I-I-I’m sorry, B-batm-man... he was thr-threating me and m-my family, saying if-f I di-din’t joi-join him he w-would kill u-us...”
I put my hand on Bruce’s shoulder.
“Let him go...” I whispered to Bruce. Bruce dropped him, turned on his heel, and stormed back to the vent. Dick followed and I shot Jason one last glance over my shoulder as I made my way back to the vent.
I want to give credit to Tim Lydy for the inspiration, I was looking for a story idea and I saw his Red Hood scene and it inspired me to incorporate it into my GA series. I'd also like to thank Scott Blankfield for getting me into this group, and for being an admin.