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Green Arrow vol 1.8
My name is Connor Queen. Following the death of my father Oliver, I discovered that he wasn’t who I thought he was. He was the saviour of Star City, a masked hero known as the Green Arrow. I intened to continue his mission of saving the innocent from those who do harm and fulfill his legacy; this is my story.
PREVIOUSLY: After delivering street boy Jason Todd to live with Bruce Wayne, Connor is attacked by a costumed villain. He is beaten by him, and the villain escapes to wreak havoc on Star City...
Three days later, I was recovering from a broken nose and rib injuries. Now everyone was really starting to speculate about what was happening; I couldn’t go five minutes without someone asking me if I was alright. I was sick of it, people looking at me pitifully like I had some sort of problem Being the Green Arrow was starting to take its toll; I wondered how Dad could take it. Then again, he was a better fighter than me, what with him training with ninjas and all, so he couldn’t have gotten hurt too much.
Roy kept pestering me about what had happened. He was genuinely concerned, but I did find it annoying. I assured him that I wasn’t being abused, I wasn’t in some Fight Club, and that no one was out to get me. Finally I snapped.
“Look, if I was going to tell you what happened, I would’ve by now. But this one time I’m not going to, so just accept it and shut up!”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and the bell rang. I stormed off without saying goodbye.
The news was getting worse too. More dead costumed pretenders kept appearing. I had no clue these people existed, that there were so many copy-cats. Two more had appeared in almost as many days since I encountered the villain. The worst part was, I couldn’t do anything without getting hurt more. This guy was too powerful–and I couldn’t risk going after him until I was in tip-top shape. And he would just get worse until I did something. I was sick of just sitting around. It was boring, and the city was unprotected, but I knew I had to rest.
I went to Mom about what to do. She cancelled her meetings to go out on the route in place of me, but still couldn’t find anything. On the third night, she sighed. “I’m going to have to call someone in to help.”
“Bruce?” I asked hopefully. She shook her head. “Bruce has his hands full right now,” she explained, “with Jason and all. He ran into some... unexpected difficulties with him.”
‘Unexpected difficulties’ could only mean Bruce was finally realizing Jason was a psychopath. A lump formed in my throat making me feel guilty about not telling Bruce, but quickly passed. “Who are you going to call?” I asked her. “An old friend of your father’s,” she responded, and that was that.
Two days later I was in the training room, loading my bow to start some shooting training. My mom walked in followed by a bald black man.
“Honey, this is John Diggle. He worked with your father in the early days.” I gave John a shy smile and shook his hand. He had a firm grip, like the grip of a soldier or a bodyguard.
“Hello, Connor, you probably don’t remember me; it’s been 15 years since I’ve last seen you.” He had a deep voice, like someone speaking into a muffler. I got the feeling that I should show him deep respect, as if he were an officer.
Mom put a hand on John’s shoulder. “When your father became the Green Arrow 18 years ago before he and I were married, John here was his bodyguard; Oliver confided in him and recruited him to the crusade. A few years in John had to move to Hud City–his father had fallen ill.”
“Yes,” John continued, “and later I got married and had a kid, little Sarah.” He smiled at the thought of his family. “Then I went back into the military, and just returned from duty a few weeks ago.” I nodded, taking all the information in.
“Alright. So, you’re here to help us can this freak running around the city, then?” I asked. He chuckled and nodded.
“That’s one way of putting it.”
Out of nowhere, the computer began beeping. I turned on the police radio we had and heard that something was going down on 12th Street. I looked at Mom, hoping, pleading; this could be the guy. And now I had John to help me.
“Mom, I have to go.” She pursed her lips. “I’m coming to, then,” she told me. John gestured to the door. “I’ll get my stuff.”
Q:I feel like my builds aren’t that good, what are some ways I could improve them?
Green Arrow vol 1.8
My name is Connor Queen. Following the death of my father Oliver, I discovered that he wasn’t who I thought he was. He was the saviour of Star City, a masked hero known as the Green Arrow. I intened to continue his mission of saving the innocent from those who do harm and fulfill his legacy; this is my story.
PREVIOUSLY: After delivering street boy Jason Todd to live with Bruce Wayne, Connor is attacked by a costumed villain. He is beaten by him, and the villain escapes to wreak havoc on Star City...
Three days later, I was recovering from a broken nose and rib injuries. Now everyone was really starting to speculate about what was happening; I couldn’t go five minutes without someone asking me if I was alright. I was sick of it, people looking at me pitifully like I had some sort of problem Being the Green Arrow was starting to take its toll; I wondered how Dad could take it. Then again, he was a better fighter than me, what with him training with ninjas and all, so he couldn’t have gotten hurt too much.
Roy kept pestering me about what had happened. He was genuinely concerned, but I did find it annoying. I assured him that I wasn’t being abused, I wasn’t in some Fight Club, and that no one was out to get me. Finally I snapped.
“Look, if I was going to tell you what happened, I would’ve by now. But this one time I’m not going to, so just accept it and shut up!”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and the bell rang. I stormed off without saying goodbye.
The news was getting worse too. More dead costumed pretenders kept appearing. I had no clue these people existed, that there were so many copy-cats. Two more had appeared in almost as many days since I encountered the villain. The worst part was, I couldn’t do anything without getting hurt more. This guy was too powerful–and I couldn’t risk going after him until I was in tip-top shape. And he would just get worse until I did something. I was sick of just sitting around. It was boring, and the city was unprotected, but I knew I had to rest.
I went to Mom about what to do. She cancelled her meetings to go out on the route in place of me, but still couldn’t find anything. On the third night, she sighed. “I’m going to have to call someone in to help.”
“Bruce?” I asked hopefully. She shook her head. “Bruce has his hands full right now,” she explained, “with Jason and all. He ran into some... unexpected difficulties with him.”
‘Unexpected difficulties’ could only mean Bruce was finally realizing Jason was a psychopath. A lump formed in my throat making me feel guilty about not telling Bruce, but quickly passed. “Who are you going to call?” I asked her. “An old friend of your father’s,” she responded, and that was that.
Two days later I was in the training room, loading my bow to start some shooting training. My mom walked in followed by a bald black man.
“Honey, this is John Diggle. He worked with your father in the early days.” I gave John a shy smile and shook his hand. He had a firm grip, like the grip of a soldier or a bodyguard.
“Hello, Connor, you probably don’t remember me; it’s been 15 years since I’ve last seen you.” He had a deep voice, like someone speaking into a muffler. I got the feeling that I should show him deep respect, as if he were an officer.
Mom put a hand on John’s shoulder. “When your father became the Green Arrow 18 years ago before he and I were married, John here was his bodyguard; Oliver confided in him and recruited him to the crusade. A few years in John had to move to Hud City–his father had fallen ill.”
“Yes,” John continued, “and later I got married and had a kid, little Sarah.” He smiled at the thought of his family. “Then I went back into the military, and just returned from duty a few weeks ago.” I nodded, taking all the information in.
“Alright. So, you’re here to help us can this freak running around the city, then?” I asked. He chuckled and nodded.
“That’s one way of putting it.”
Out of nowhere, the computer began beeping. I turned on the police radio we had and heard that something was going down on 12th Street. I looked at Mom, hoping, pleading; this could be the guy. And now I had John to help me.
“Mom, I have to go.” She pursed her lips. “I’m coming to, then,” she told me. John gestured to the door. “I’ll get my stuff.”
Q:I feel like my builds aren’t that good, what are some ways I could improve them?