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IWP: Green Arrow 1.9
I gasped and my eyes flew open as I shot up; it took me a minute to regain my bearings. I was in a dark room, in a lavish bed. A glance at the window told me it was about mid-day. I pushed my legs over the side of the bed and let my heart slow down.
Where was I?
Shakily, I got to my feet and immediately stumbled. I grabbed onto a nearby nightstand for support. Using the corner I pulled myself to my feet and warily took a step across the soft, carpeted floor. I made it to the door when it opened. Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s septuagenarian butler, gave me a dry grin.
“Ah, Master Connor. Good to see you are up. Master Bruce is brooding in his cave; if you wish, I can call him up.”
“No, no, it’s good Alfred; I can make it down.”
As I wandered through the mansion towards the clock I knew would take me down to the Batcave, my mind stretched back, trying to remember the last thing that happened to me…
It all came back in an instant: John, Komodo, the sword fight, me being stabbed and thrown out of the top story of my building; wait, how was I even alive? At the thought of my death, my heart started racing. The last thing I remembered was the concrete coming up towards me at 100 miles an hour. I should be dead. Was this Heaven? Hell? Some kind of purgatory? I glanced back at Alfred, hoping for some answers, but he’d already left to go do something else, maybe tell Bruce I was awake.
I guess that’s what he did because the clock door slid open and Jason stormed out. Jason was a former classmate and Bruce’s adopted son. He had some anger issues; and that was putting it mildly. I watched him beat a guy to death with a crowbar.
“I don’t see why you don’t trust me!” He shouted. “I’ve proven myself time and time again!”
“I told you! I will not have you killing people, even criminals. This is not up for discussion.” They froze when they saw me, and Bruce gave me a pained smile.
“Hi, Connor. Glad to see you’re awake.” He gave Jason almost the exact opposite of the look he’d given me. “Go to your room. We’ll talk about this later.” Jason sighed and stormed past, not bothering to acknowledge me. I gave Bruce a quizzical look and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry about it. Follow me.”
I followed him down a dark, twisty tunnel into the Batcave. It opened up into a massive, football-stadium sized cavern with spotlights everywhere. We walked down onto the main platform, a grey metallic island in a sea of darkness. Bruce sat down in front of the massive supercomputer and I sat beside him, gazing at all the trophies in awe. I’d only been down here a couple times last year.
“So, Connor, there’s no easy way to break it to you so I’m just gonna say it: you were dead.” I gulped; it felt like someone had dropped a stone into my stomach. I stammered, trying to find the best thing to say; I had so many questions, I didn’t know what to ask.
“H-how-?”
“Let me start from the beginning. I’ve had Nightwing trailing you since Yin first appeared; they’ve been gone a long time, but the League of Assassins seem to be back in Star City. I think I know what it is they want.”
“What is it?”
“Dioniseum. It’s an extremely rare chemical compound, and there’s a huge reservoir under Star City.”
“What does this have to do with me being brought back from the dead?”
“I’m getting there. That’s what Dionesium does. It can reanimate dead bodies that aren’t too mutilated by restimulating electronic pulses in your brains. It can also heal you. The League of Assassins uses it in their Lazarus Pits, which they use to heal warriors and even bring dead warriors who are still mostly intact back. And it’s what I used to bring you back.”
I leaned back, still struggling to wrap my mind around the concept that I’d been brought back. Right now it didn’t really have much of an effect on me, but I knew I was still in denial and a bit of shock.
“So...why do they want it?”
“It’s anyone’s guess, but I’d say that there’s something wrong with their Lazarus Pits, which is why they want Star City so badly; if they control the city, they can get to the Reservoir. But we can’t let them.”
“Why? Why can’t we just give it to them and let them go off with it?”
“The League of Assassins have killed millions of people over the centuries. They’re an international, secret society/militia group who raises empires to be their puppets. They haven’t been too active in the last 250 years; the last time they made a major move was during the Revolutionary War, when they abandoned Britain in favour of the States. That’s the last time they were seen. If they’re dying out, it’s good for everyone. If they get the Dionesium, though, they can keep bringing warriors back and healing them, and the cycle of violence will continue.”
“Oh. That’s not good.”
“What’s even worse is they’re going to go after your friends and family. They know who you are, that you’re the Green Arrow and they likely know about Roy.” My heart did a leap as I remembered.
“They had John, too…”
“Yes. We need to get back to save them. Nightwing’s reported nothing unusual yet.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Three days. I brought you here and used some of my supply I got from Gotham’s reservoir. It’ll be another week before you’re ready to go back out.”
“Let’s get training then.”
IWP: Green Arrow 1.9
I gasped and my eyes flew open as I shot up; it took me a minute to regain my bearings. I was in a dark room, in a lavish bed. A glance at the window told me it was about mid-day. I pushed my legs over the side of the bed and let my heart slow down.
Where was I?
Shakily, I got to my feet and immediately stumbled. I grabbed onto a nearby nightstand for support. Using the corner I pulled myself to my feet and warily took a step across the soft, carpeted floor. I made it to the door when it opened. Alfred, Bruce Wayne’s septuagenarian butler, gave me a dry grin.
“Ah, Master Connor. Good to see you are up. Master Bruce is brooding in his cave; if you wish, I can call him up.”
“No, no, it’s good Alfred; I can make it down.”
As I wandered through the mansion towards the clock I knew would take me down to the Batcave, my mind stretched back, trying to remember the last thing that happened to me…
It all came back in an instant: John, Komodo, the sword fight, me being stabbed and thrown out of the top story of my building; wait, how was I even alive? At the thought of my death, my heart started racing. The last thing I remembered was the concrete coming up towards me at 100 miles an hour. I should be dead. Was this Heaven? Hell? Some kind of purgatory? I glanced back at Alfred, hoping for some answers, but he’d already left to go do something else, maybe tell Bruce I was awake.
I guess that’s what he did because the clock door slid open and Jason stormed out. Jason was a former classmate and Bruce’s adopted son. He had some anger issues; and that was putting it mildly. I watched him beat a guy to death with a crowbar.
“I don’t see why you don’t trust me!” He shouted. “I’ve proven myself time and time again!”
“I told you! I will not have you killing people, even criminals. This is not up for discussion.” They froze when they saw me, and Bruce gave me a pained smile.
“Hi, Connor. Glad to see you’re awake.” He gave Jason almost the exact opposite of the look he’d given me. “Go to your room. We’ll talk about this later.” Jason sighed and stormed past, not bothering to acknowledge me. I gave Bruce a quizzical look and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry about it. Follow me.”
I followed him down a dark, twisty tunnel into the Batcave. It opened up into a massive, football-stadium sized cavern with spotlights everywhere. We walked down onto the main platform, a grey metallic island in a sea of darkness. Bruce sat down in front of the massive supercomputer and I sat beside him, gazing at all the trophies in awe. I’d only been down here a couple times last year.
“So, Connor, there’s no easy way to break it to you so I’m just gonna say it: you were dead.” I gulped; it felt like someone had dropped a stone into my stomach. I stammered, trying to find the best thing to say; I had so many questions, I didn’t know what to ask.
“H-how-?”
“Let me start from the beginning. I’ve had Nightwing trailing you since Yin first appeared; they’ve been gone a long time, but the League of Assassins seem to be back in Star City. I think I know what it is they want.”
“What is it?”
“Dioniseum. It’s an extremely rare chemical compound, and there’s a huge reservoir under Star City.”
“What does this have to do with me being brought back from the dead?”
“I’m getting there. That’s what Dionesium does. It can reanimate dead bodies that aren’t too mutilated by restimulating electronic pulses in your brains. It can also heal you. The League of Assassins uses it in their Lazarus Pits, which they use to heal warriors and even bring dead warriors who are still mostly intact back. And it’s what I used to bring you back.”
I leaned back, still struggling to wrap my mind around the concept that I’d been brought back. Right now it didn’t really have much of an effect on me, but I knew I was still in denial and a bit of shock.
“So...why do they want it?”
“It’s anyone’s guess, but I’d say that there’s something wrong with their Lazarus Pits, which is why they want Star City so badly; if they control the city, they can get to the Reservoir. But we can’t let them.”
“Why? Why can’t we just give it to them and let them go off with it?”
“The League of Assassins have killed millions of people over the centuries. They’re an international, secret society/militia group who raises empires to be their puppets. They haven’t been too active in the last 250 years; the last time they made a major move was during the Revolutionary War, when they abandoned Britain in favour of the States. That’s the last time they were seen. If they’re dying out, it’s good for everyone. If they get the Dionesium, though, they can keep bringing warriors back and healing them, and the cycle of violence will continue.”
“Oh. That’s not good.”
“What’s even worse is they’re going to go after your friends and family. They know who you are, that you’re the Green Arrow and they likely know about Roy.” My heart did a leap as I remembered.
“They had John, too…”
“Yes. We need to get back to save them. Nightwing’s reported nothing unusual yet.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Three days. I brought you here and used some of my supply I got from Gotham’s reservoir. It’ll be another week before you’re ready to go back out.”
“Let’s get training then.”