ianwillcock
IWP: Green Arrow 1.5
The next week or so passed relatively quietly. My one ankle was sprained but wasn’t too bad; I was walking within a few days. I wanted to go out on patrol, to find Yin, but John wouldn’t let me, which was surprising. Obviously he’d gone soft in the hospital; he wasn’t pushing me like he used too, and acted more as a friend than a mentor. John mentioned an encounter he and my father and Bruce Wane had had with the League of Assassins; apparently years ago they tried to raze Gotham and Bruce and my father had fought them off.
As much as I hated to put Roy in danger now that he had a family, I did ask him to patrol for me every night until I got better. Now that he was a father, I only asked Roy to come out with me a couple times a week or in emergencies. He was staying with Evelyn’s family until he and Evelyn saved up for an apartment together and I didn’t want to stretch them too thin. I offered to pitch in initially, but they declined, wanting to earn it themselves. In any case, Roy (who just went out in a regular hoodie and domino mask, since both our suits were pretty much done) reported business as usual, not a lot of crime, and no more surprise visits from the League.
One night, Helena and I were out on a date together at some fancy restaurant John recommended. We sat in the ornately decorated restaurant, making sarcastic faux-posh comments about the decor and centerpieces and I looked at Helena, wondering how I could be so lucky. Her black hair had grown out in the last few months, accentuating her pale, heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a deep green, like jade. Gosh, she was beautiful.
“So, I got tickets to that blink concert, if you want to go,” she said. “If not, I’m sure I could find someone…”
“No, that sounds great!” I exclaimed. She was a big blink-182 fan, and I’d gone to see them with her a few times. They put on a good show. “Where are they playing again?”
“They’re doing a show in Gotham, for their anniversary. Tickets are almost sold out--which is understandable; they’ve got Milhowse, that Canadian band, opening up for them.”
“Ohh, nice.” Of course I had no idea who Milhowse was, but she seemed very excited. She was very much into pop-punk and was always going off about different bands.
All seemed well, but then I got a call from John. I glanced at Helena.
“Sorry, I have to take this.”
“No worries,” she said, giving me that brilliant smile.
I stepped into the bathroom.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Connor.” I could hear the urgency pushing John’s voice.
“John? Are you okay? Are-”
“He will be fine, if you comply.” I gulped. A menacing voice, tinged with an east-Asian accent.
“What have you done?”
“Come meet us at Queen Consolidated at midnight tonight and your friend will live. Come alone. Or your friend dies.”
I heard John shouting in the background, “Don’t do it Connor! Do-ARHG!” He was hit. Rage pulsed through my body at 100 miles an hour.
“Listen to me you bastard. Touch him again and you die. Mark my words.” The Asian man snickered. Another thought entered my mind.
“What have you done with Yin?”
“He is being...dealt with.”
I pursed my lips, thinking.
“Tell you what, if I win, you let Yin go as well. Otherwise we have no deal.”
“You’re really in no position to be making demands, but I’m feeling generous. If you win, Yin can go too. See you at midnight.”
He hung up. I looked at myself in the mirror; all the colour had drained from my face and I already looked weary. Taking a shaky breath, I plastered a smile on my face and walked out.
Immediately Helena was concerned. “Are you okay? You look awful!”
I tried my best to grin. “Yep. I’m just great.”
IWP: Green Arrow 1.5
The next week or so passed relatively quietly. My one ankle was sprained but wasn’t too bad; I was walking within a few days. I wanted to go out on patrol, to find Yin, but John wouldn’t let me, which was surprising. Obviously he’d gone soft in the hospital; he wasn’t pushing me like he used too, and acted more as a friend than a mentor. John mentioned an encounter he and my father and Bruce Wane had had with the League of Assassins; apparently years ago they tried to raze Gotham and Bruce and my father had fought them off.
As much as I hated to put Roy in danger now that he had a family, I did ask him to patrol for me every night until I got better. Now that he was a father, I only asked Roy to come out with me a couple times a week or in emergencies. He was staying with Evelyn’s family until he and Evelyn saved up for an apartment together and I didn’t want to stretch them too thin. I offered to pitch in initially, but they declined, wanting to earn it themselves. In any case, Roy (who just went out in a regular hoodie and domino mask, since both our suits were pretty much done) reported business as usual, not a lot of crime, and no more surprise visits from the League.
One night, Helena and I were out on a date together at some fancy restaurant John recommended. We sat in the ornately decorated restaurant, making sarcastic faux-posh comments about the decor and centerpieces and I looked at Helena, wondering how I could be so lucky. Her black hair had grown out in the last few months, accentuating her pale, heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a deep green, like jade. Gosh, she was beautiful.
“So, I got tickets to that blink concert, if you want to go,” she said. “If not, I’m sure I could find someone…”
“No, that sounds great!” I exclaimed. She was a big blink-182 fan, and I’d gone to see them with her a few times. They put on a good show. “Where are they playing again?”
“They’re doing a show in Gotham, for their anniversary. Tickets are almost sold out--which is understandable; they’ve got Milhowse, that Canadian band, opening up for them.”
“Ohh, nice.” Of course I had no idea who Milhowse was, but she seemed very excited. She was very much into pop-punk and was always going off about different bands.
All seemed well, but then I got a call from John. I glanced at Helena.
“Sorry, I have to take this.”
“No worries,” she said, giving me that brilliant smile.
I stepped into the bathroom.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Connor.” I could hear the urgency pushing John’s voice.
“John? Are you okay? Are-”
“He will be fine, if you comply.” I gulped. A menacing voice, tinged with an east-Asian accent.
“What have you done?”
“Come meet us at Queen Consolidated at midnight tonight and your friend will live. Come alone. Or your friend dies.”
I heard John shouting in the background, “Don’t do it Connor! Do-ARHG!” He was hit. Rage pulsed through my body at 100 miles an hour.
“Listen to me you bastard. Touch him again and you die. Mark my words.” The Asian man snickered. Another thought entered my mind.
“What have you done with Yin?”
“He is being...dealt with.”
I pursed my lips, thinking.
“Tell you what, if I win, you let Yin go as well. Otherwise we have no deal.”
“You’re really in no position to be making demands, but I’m feeling generous. If you win, Yin can go too. See you at midnight.”
He hung up. I looked at myself in the mirror; all the colour had drained from my face and I already looked weary. Taking a shaky breath, I plastered a smile on my face and walked out.
Immediately Helena was concerned. “Are you okay? You look awful!”
I tried my best to grin. “Yep. I’m just great.”