ianwillcock
Green Arrow vol 2.9
I woke up suddenly. I felt like death warmed over; everything ached. I gasped as I tried to sit up, feeling the sharp pulsating pain in my head. I cursed and slumped back down. The door opened and I saw someone walking into the room. I looked over at him, trying to get a good look at him; my vision was still slightly fuzzy.
“Hello, Connor.”
“Bruce?!” I looked over at him as he slowly came into focus while my vision cleared. I groaned and slowly, painfully sat up. Bruce was standing there, arms crossed. He unfolded them and walked over to me, gingerly sitting down on the couch.
“Connor, what happened?” The floodgates opened and it all came back to me in an instant; the fight with Onomatopoeia, John coming to my rescue, we limping out of the building.
John staying behind to save me even though it was all my fault.
Guilt crushed me, and I felt as if someone had strapped a weight to me. I told Bruce the whole story, the guilt continuing to simultaneously build up inside me and weigh me down. When I finished, Bruce was looking down, his arm on his knee and his face on his fist. He lifted his eyes to connect to mine.
“Connor, I am so sorry. I should have been there for you, I should have co–”
“Don’t be sorry. You were busy, with Jason and all...” At the mention of Jason, Bruce’s expression darkened. I cringed inwardly; this was obviously a touchy subject.
“Who told you about where I was?” I probed in an attempt to switch the topic, not only to distract Bruce from Jason but to distract myself from the guilt.
“I’m not sure. I got a call from someone claiming that he had found you lying on the ground outside the old Lordtech factory, unconscious, and to come to your mansion. When I got here, there was no one around except for you. I gave you some healing herbs from your father’s Island Room, and set you here, until you woke up.”
“Oh,” I said. I hadn’t been in the Island Room since my mother died; it felt too much like a graveyard. Her deathbed had been the table in there.
“Connor, did you get a good look at the man who was shooting from the building?” Bruce asked me. I shook my head.
“No. Why?”
“Well,” Bruce continued, “I think I know who he is. He’s been in Gotham before, as a hired assassin for another man, Cobblepot, but disappeared awhile ago. He was a master sniper, often hitting a victim in spots that didn’t kill but left them alive just enough to feel the pain. And he never missed.”
“What was his name?” I asked.
“Deadshot.”
Sorry to Chris and Julian for not tagging them, Flickr was acting up and wouldn't let me do it.
Be sure to check out the rest of the series!
Green Arrow vol 2.9
I woke up suddenly. I felt like death warmed over; everything ached. I gasped as I tried to sit up, feeling the sharp pulsating pain in my head. I cursed and slumped back down. The door opened and I saw someone walking into the room. I looked over at him, trying to get a good look at him; my vision was still slightly fuzzy.
“Hello, Connor.”
“Bruce?!” I looked over at him as he slowly came into focus while my vision cleared. I groaned and slowly, painfully sat up. Bruce was standing there, arms crossed. He unfolded them and walked over to me, gingerly sitting down on the couch.
“Connor, what happened?” The floodgates opened and it all came back to me in an instant; the fight with Onomatopoeia, John coming to my rescue, we limping out of the building.
John staying behind to save me even though it was all my fault.
Guilt crushed me, and I felt as if someone had strapped a weight to me. I told Bruce the whole story, the guilt continuing to simultaneously build up inside me and weigh me down. When I finished, Bruce was looking down, his arm on his knee and his face on his fist. He lifted his eyes to connect to mine.
“Connor, I am so sorry. I should have been there for you, I should have co–”
“Don’t be sorry. You were busy, with Jason and all...” At the mention of Jason, Bruce’s expression darkened. I cringed inwardly; this was obviously a touchy subject.
“Who told you about where I was?” I probed in an attempt to switch the topic, not only to distract Bruce from Jason but to distract myself from the guilt.
“I’m not sure. I got a call from someone claiming that he had found you lying on the ground outside the old Lordtech factory, unconscious, and to come to your mansion. When I got here, there was no one around except for you. I gave you some healing herbs from your father’s Island Room, and set you here, until you woke up.”
“Oh,” I said. I hadn’t been in the Island Room since my mother died; it felt too much like a graveyard. Her deathbed had been the table in there.
“Connor, did you get a good look at the man who was shooting from the building?” Bruce asked me. I shook my head.
“No. Why?”
“Well,” Bruce continued, “I think I know who he is. He’s been in Gotham before, as a hired assassin for another man, Cobblepot, but disappeared awhile ago. He was a master sniper, often hitting a victim in spots that didn’t kill but left them alive just enough to feel the pain. And he never missed.”
“What was his name?” I asked.
“Deadshot.”
Sorry to Chris and Julian for not tagging them, Flickr was acting up and wouldn't let me do it.
Be sure to check out the rest of the series!