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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?
Based on his New 52 appearance... I felt the cape looked sooooo good, it deserved a photoshop just so you could see XD
I eased into the parking lot at Queen Consolidated, stepping out into the gloom. I’d called Roy and told him what was up. Of course, he argued, saying he should come and be here with me, but I told him I had to come alone. My suit was still in tatters, but I did have my mask; not that it made any difference, seeing as though these guys knew who I was.
I put my card into the lock and the doors slid open for me. In the ornate lobby were two dead security guards; they’d been stabbed. I felt a weight settle on my heart. These guys weren’t messing around. I looked around, not knowing what to do. Suddenly the intercom crackled to life.
“Hello, Mr Queen. How nice of you to join us.”
“Where are you?” I demanded. I had no time for pleasantries.
“Top floor. The boardroom.” I gulped and walked towards the elevator. The ride up was tense, to say the least. I kept on expecting things to go wrong. The dead guard on the floor didn’t help, either. How were we going to explain this to their families?
Finally, finally after a purgatorius elevator ride, the doors opened to the top floor. I walked through the empty darkness towards the boardroom. Everything looked in order. I got to the waiting room where I’d waited for Yin not too long ago. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and stepped into the boardroom.
The first thing I noticed was that it was almost empty; the chairs were all gone. I looked towards the back of the room, where the table had been pushed and saw John lying down on it, tied up. Despite myself, I ran over to him.
“John!” I called. He opened his eyes and they went wide; he started shaking his head and the door slammed. I turned around and saw the same man from the warehouse; the man Yin had called Kimodo.
I snarled and the grip on my bow tightened. “What do you want?” I shouted. He snickered, a metallic, crackly sound through his mask.
“That, my friend, is something you’ll never learn. Now, let me propose a deal: we duel. If you win, then your friend goes free and the League leaves Star City. If I win, you die and we have our way with the city.” I stared him down, thinking. This was obviously a rigged duel. He would win regardless; I had minimal training with swords. Then I had a stupid idea.
As fast as I could, I knocked my arrow and shot it at him. Even faster, he grabbed a sword and sliced the arrow out of the air then charged at me, slicing the bow out of my hand. He kicked me in the chest and I slid across the smooth tiled floor. He threw his other sword down beside me and started walking away.
“Your move.”
I grabbed the sword. Looks like I have no choice. I charged towards him and swung the sword, which he deflected. I swung it again and again, he prairied it. He stabbed at me and I lunged out of the way and swung the sword down at his legs, which he deflected again.
We fought around the room, in a sort of deadly dance. I would slash and he would block. He was mostly on the defensive, drawing me in. Occasionally he would stab and I would barely get out of the way.
“You know,” he said, his voice sounding metallic and unhuman through the mask, “the reason why Yin showed up now was because we figured the city was vulnerable.”
“Shut up,” I growled. He slashed and I blocked it. He started going on the offensive.
“We knew-you were-nothing-like your father!” He accentuated each statement with a blow to my sword. “You’re young and weak; you can’t protect the city.”
Then, he landed a blow on my arm! Pain sliced up and I winced as blood began falling down my arm. Angry, I slashed at him wildly, which he stepped out of the way for. I was rewarded with a kick in the back and I slid towards the window. I looked down at the sprawling, urban scene below me. No. This was my city. These people would not destroy it!
Adrenaline flew through my veins as I made one last attempt; screaming I raised my sword and slashed. Kimodo hit me over the head with the butt of his sword and the world went fuzzy. I stumbled back and felt a piercing, blinding pain as he drove his sword through my stomach. I hunched forward as blood flowed freely from my mouth. Kimodo came close beside me.
“Looks like the city is mine.” He pulled the sword out and I collapsed on the ground. I could feel the life seeping out of me with the gush of the blood. I gazed up at him stupidly. He picked me up, hoisting me over his shoulders and walked towards the window.
No…. this can’t be how it ends….
With a crash he threw me through the window and I tumbled down through the open air to the street below.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------DUN DUN DUN
I opened my eyes and let out a groan. I pushed up and found a beam had pinned my legs to the ground. I tried to sit up, but it hurt too much. Miraculously, I wasn’t dead. I looked around the damaged room coated in dust and gravel and rubble; through the grit I could see Roy propped up against a wall and a figure standing beside him.
Was that…
“Yin?” I asked. He looked back and ran over, his face frozen in a fearful expression.
“Connor. I-I’m so sorry.”
“Yin, what’s going on? John said this was a trap.” He met my eyes.
“It was, and I knew.”
“Woah, woah, woah… wait a minute. How? What do you mean you knew it was a trap?”
“Connor…” We head a creaking above us. Yin’s head snapped up, scanning the rubble above us, and he called Roy over. They began pulling at the beam.
“We don’t have much time. The komodo is coming.” He looked at me. “The truth is, I didn’t survive the explosion. But the League used a pit to bring me back… the Lazarus Pit. When I came back, they told me I could join them, and-and the thought of comradery after all those years alone on the island before Oliver…” Tears fell from his eyes.
“I loved him like a brother. But I resented him, too. For never bothering to follow up, find out what happened…”
“He thought you were dead! Why would he check up on you?” I white hot anger flashed through behind my eyes. This guy betrays us, then has the audacity to question my father’s honour?
“You betrayed, us, you lying son of a-”
“Connor.” Roy shot me a look, strangely calm. “Like it or not, he’s our only hope if we’re going to get out of here.” Yin glanced back at him, then at me.
“Your friend is wise. For years I harboured resentment against your father, and when they asked me to infiltrate your life, I was eager. But upon actually being here and meeting you, I-I started to have second thoughts. I couldn’t do it. He already had a long painful battle with cancer, and I began to see reason. He’s already suffered; and I couldn’t blame you for the sins of your father, for something you had no idea about.”
I nodded grimly. “Thanks.”
Roy cleared his throat. “You said something about a-a League?”
They pulled the beam off me and I sighed in relief. Roy bent down to help.
“Can you walk?”
“A-a little. I did something to my ankle.” I put my arm over his and Yin’s shoulders and they helped me get to my feet. Yin continued his explanation.
“The League of Assassins are an international band of mercenaries. Their influence ranges worldwide and as far back as the Ancient Romans. We have been manipulating the balance of power, exerting our force for as long as anyone can remember. We’ve been responsible for empires rising, and empires falling. And now they have their sights set on Star City.”
I grunted as we began walking away. “Why? There’s nothing here-”
“Yes there is. Underneath-” he was cut off by a CRASH. We looked behind us and saw a menacing, hulking figure approaching, wearing armour and night vision goggles and wielding two swords. Yin swore and let Roy take me. He turned around.
“Komodo. You must leave, or he will kill you.”
“But-”
“Go! I’ll hold him off.”
Roy and I looked at each other. As angry as I was at him for betraying us, he had saved us. And he was a link to my father’s past.
“Go!” Yin shouted. Connor and I began walking away as fast was we could, and Yin kicked a support beam out, causing an avalanche of rubble to separate us from him. We were safe; at least for now.
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.”
The next few days passed normally. I went to school and did homework, and became acquainted with the company. Yin mostly sat in his room meditating, though occasionally he’d go to the Island Room and stare, muttering to himself in Mandarin.
It came as a surprise one night when we overheard that 2 cops had been found dead over near Jordan Avenue Intersection. There hadn’t been any dead cops found randomly since… since Carrie, actually. So I called up Roy and he came over.
We were in the lair suiting up when Yin came in. He’d wanted to come with me on patrol the first night he was here but I declined--I still didn’t fully trust him--and he hadn’t asked since. Roy glanced over at me; he still was uneasy around Yin.
“Hey, Yin,” I said. “We’re just heading out for the night; some dead cops were found.”
“Yes, it’s most unfortunate…” he fidgeted with his hands. “In any case, good luck, happy hunting. Be careful.” He said that last part with a dire look in his eyes, like it might be the last time he saw us.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “That dude’s weird,” Roy remarked as we raced over the rooftops in the chilly night air. It was a clear night and the moon was full, casting an eerie translucent shadow over the city.
“He did save my father,” I pointed out. “You’re right, though; I don’t really trust him, if I’m being honest.”
We came to the scene of the crime, a large intersection that had been sealed off by police. It was flooded with spotlights; we jumped down and saundered over to the scene.
“Captain,” I said. Captain Abbot jumped and looked around, putting her hands over her heart. She was a pretty brunette woman of about 30, the youngest police captain ever. She’d really cracked down on crime over the last few months, making my job much easier.
“Geez, you gotta stop doing that!” She looked relieved but was still breathing heavily. I couldn’t help but grin.
“Sorry about that. We heard you had a problem with some dead cops?”
She nodded grimly. “Yes, these two were found dead, stabbed, actually. We have no idea who did it, but they knew what they were doing; these guys died instantly. The stab wound pierced their hearts.”
“Mind if we take a look?”
“Go right ahead.”
Roy and I walked over to the grisly scene. There were two bodies laying on the ground covered by sheets but you could still see the blood seeping out from underneath. I went to grab the sheets when there was shouting and shooting. Instantly my heart started racing and I looked sharply over to where the commotion was happening. Three policemen were shooting at a figure in the shadows and a fourth was on the ground bleeding. The figure stabbed another one, glanced at Roy and I, and took off.
“Go!” I shouted. Roy and I took off after him; my legs were pumping from adrenaline and anger. We had to catch this guy.” He led us down a dark, narrow alley, the tops of the buildings almost overreaching and blotting out the moonlight. We came out onto another street and could already see him taking off towards an older building, set for demolition. Roy and I chased after him, kicking in the door. We could hear him above us, racing to the roof.
We sprinted through the gloom of the building, past furniture covered with white sheets. We were almost at the top when my comm crackled to life.
“Connor!” It was John.
“Kind of in the middle of something,” I huffed.
“It’s Yin! He said the whole thing’s a trap! You have to g-”
An explosion like a thunderclap ripped through the air and my whole world caved in on itself in a fireball.
Roy, Helena and Evelyn sat in Helena’s living room. Her aunt was out for the day and had allowed her to have friends over to cheer her up. Ever since Connor’s death, she’d just laid in bed in a pool of misery.
They sat in a silent, forlorn circle. None of them knew what to say. Connor’s death sat like a dead animal in the middle of their circle; it was there and obvious, but no one wanted to acknowledge it. The last week and a half had been awful enough; they wanted to escape into a peaceful, forgetful oblivion, but no one knew how.
Roy spoke first. “So, umm… Helena, how’s your day going?” He winced after. That sounded lame even to him.
They sat in more uncomfortable silence before Helena said “Oh, screw this!” And began weeping openly. Roy and Evelyn ran and hugged her, shedding tears themselves.
For a moment they rested in each other’s warm embrace, breathing heavily and sobbing. Then there was a knock at the door.
Roy broke away first. “I’ll go get it.”
He walked out and a couple seconds later sprinted back in, screaming “Everyone GET DOWN!”
They dove into the soft carpet as an explosion rocked the house; Roy glanced up, looking through the smoke, a ringing in his ears. He glanced behind him and saw Helena helping Evelyn to her feet. Roy and Evelyn locked eyes and he said one thing.
“Run.”
They stood up and started limping away as Roy shakily stood and raised his fists, preparing for a fight. Two heavily armoured men entered the room, brandishing swords. Against his better judgement Roy stormed at them with a lamp, swinging it wildly. He landed a hit on one man’s visored helmet while the other one kicked him back and raised a sword to strike the final blow. The visored one stayed his hand.
“No, we need him alive.”
Roy stood back up, taking in the scene: the carpet was scorched, the window was shattered, and the furniture was burning or tipped over. He glanced behind him and saw Evelyn and Helena running back into the living room.
“There’s more that way!” Helena shouted.
“They want us alive! We can fight our way out; they won’t kill us.”
The trio charged at the two men, punching and kicking. They did their best to restrain the trio; Roy saw Evelyn land a solid punch on the non-visored man’s face, her own face contorted in rage, her braid swinging in the air. Roy had never felt so proud.
He had his hands full with the visored man. He tackled him and they wrestled on the ground before the man hit Roy in the head with the butt of his sword. Roy’s vision went fuzzy and he lay back on the ground. He tried to stand but the man finally restrained him. Before everything went black, Roy saw the other man throw Evelyn onto the couch while a third man appeared and grabbed Helena; then the world went dark.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hey everyone, sorry for the longer wait between issues, I'll admit I haven't felt too great recently. In any case, here it is! I've also decided to stop doing the interludes; I originally had 5 planned for this volume but kinda lost motivation to do them.
I should be a mass of aching muscle--broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would... But I am a man of thirty--of twenty again.
~Batman, The Dark Knight Returns
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Roy opened his eyes; he was obviously in a warehouse of some sort. He felt groggy, like he’d just woken up from a mid-afternoon nap and didn’t know what day it was. He tried to move, but his hands were restrained. He looked to his left and saw Evelyn and Helena. He tilted his head back, groaning into the bright spotlight that shone down on the three of them. He’d fallen asleep sitting up, tied to a chair; he had a crick in his neck.
“Hey, sleeping beauty.” He looked over and saw Evelyn with a black eye, giving him a killer smile. He felt an unexpected sense of rage. He would kill whoever had hurt her…
Suddenly he jolted. He remembered everything; the fight in the living room, the bump to his head, the masked men taking Helena and Evelyn prisoner; he started breathing heavily, adrenaline bringing him to life.
“Hey, easy,” Evelyn said softly. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.
“The key word being ‘yet’, Helena added. “We don’t know who they are; we haven’t seen them since waking up.”
“How long have you guys been up?” Roy asked.
“I woke up first, about half an hour ago,” Evelyn said, her voice like silk. How could she be so calm? “Helena woke up about 10 minutes ago.”
She and Roy met eyes. Despite her calmness, Roy saw the fear in her eyes and felt a rush inside him; he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He had to protect her and get them both out alive, for the sake of their child. Roy struggled against the restraints.
“It’s no use, I’m afraid.” A man stepped out of the gloom permeating most of the room, dragging someone with him…
Yin.
Roy’s eyebrows shot up. So Yin had survived. He glanced between Yin and the man dragging him; he didn’t have the mask on, but had two swords behind his back, so it was probably...Komodo? Was that what Yin had called him?
Komodo threw Yin and the floor in front of them. For a desperate second he and Roy locked eyes, and Roy knew it then; they were screwed.
“You’re probably wondering what I want with your city,” Komodo started. Roy mustered all the hate he could into one look; he wouldn’t do any talking. Komodo chuckled.
“Not a talker, eh? Well, let me cut right to the chase; Star City has something we want. We know you won’t let us take it, so might I propose you join us? You are, after all, one of the, ah, guardians of the city? Arsenal?”
The blood drained from Roy’s face. His eyes went wide but he stared at the ground, despite feeling Helena and Evelyn’s stares.
“Ahh, very interesting,” Komodo continued. “Your friends don’t know. I suppose, then, that they didn’t know Connor Queen is-or was-the Green Arrow?” This time Evelyn let out an audible gasp.
“Is… is this true Roy?”
“Evelyn, now isn’t the time-”
“I killed him,” Komodo interrupted. Finally Roy met his eyes. “I killed Connor. I stabbed him and threw him out of the top floor of his office building. You’re the only one left. Join us, and you could profit greatly.”
“What do you even want?” Roy spat. The audacity of this guy! Out him and Connor as Arsenal and Green Arrow, admit to killing Connor, then ask them to join him? Never!
“What you may not understand,” Komodo said, “is that Star City sits on a vast reservoir of dionesium, a rare chemical component that, essentially, can bring someone back to life.”
Roy stared at him then giggled nervously.
“You’re joking, right? That can’t be real.”
“It is,” Yin said. “It’s what brought me back after the explosion.” Roy gaped at him.
“You can’t be serious-nothing can bring dead people back. Nothing.”
“I assure you it’s real,” Komodo said. “Join us, and I’ll allow you to have some; you could bring Connor back, or maybe your fathe-”
“Shut up!” Roy snapped. “I’ll never join you. You killed Connor! I think-I think I speak for all of us-” he looked at Helena and Evelyn who nodded “-that we’ll refuse your offer. Thank you.”
“Are you sure?” Komodo insisted. “You could bring him back.”
“If you killed him once, you’ll kill him again. Especially because I know he’d never join you.” Komodo sighed, almost seeming sad. He motioned and a few more men stepped out of the dark.
“Very well, then. Execute them.”
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 intend to continue his mission of saving the innocent from those who do harm and fulfill his legacy; this is my story.
PREVIOUSLY: After being rescued by his mother and John, Connor and them were confronted by Onomatopoeia, who claimed to be a son of Dinah’s that she mothered while Oliver was on the island. After repeatedly denying it, Dinah was shot by him, and he fled into the night.
We burst into the layer, me frantically opening doors so John could carry my mother, whose wound was still bleeding badly despite being bandaged as best as it could. I scrambled about, peeling off my destroyed costume and looking for a table to set her down on.
“John! We need something to heal her!”
“There might be something in the Island Room,” he responded. I shot him a quizzical look. This was no time for games!
“The Island Room?”
He sighed. “Follow me.”
He lead me to a wall, set my mother down and pressed his hand in a certain spot on the wall, and it opened, revealing a room I had never seen before. He picked up Mom again and brought her in, setting her on a table. I followed him in, shooting curious glances around. It seemed to be an interesting room, but I was distracted by our present situation.
“We have to help her. What could be in here that could help?” I asked. My eyes were nervously shooting from my mother to various points around the room, landing on things such as a sword, a red variant of the Green Arrow suit, and a statue. John swfitly opened a crate and produced a box of needles. He took one out and looked me straight in the eye.
“Connor, your father and I had to use this once, when a man named Deadshot put a bullet in him. It worked, but we had more time; it was closer to home.” I nodded earnestly. “It’s the only thing we have left,” John continued, “if this can’t save her, nothing can.” With that, he rolled up her sleeve and plunged the needle into her arm. After, he placed more towels on the wound to try to stop the bleeding.
Now all we could do was wait.
To pass the time, John told me about the room. “It’s dedicated to his time on the island, kind of a trophy room, and a reminder of everything he went through.” He pointed to two suits set in glass cases, on that looked like a military uniform and the red Green Arrow-looking suit.
“Those two suits are associated with the island: the uniform was Yin’s, a Chinese assassin put on the island as punishment.”
“What happened to him?”
“He’s dead now, he sacrificed his life to save Oliver’s, and is the reason Oliver became the Green Arrow. With his last words, Lin told Oliver not to waste his life.” I nodded, trying my best to stay calm; freaking out wouldn’t help at all. I pointed to the red suit, and tried to keep my voice steady.
“W-what’s that one for?” I asked. John cocked his head to the sideand squinted, as if seeing it for the first time.
“Oliver was more vague about that one; he said he used it ‘when needed’, whatever that means. Personally, I think it was Yin’s assassin suit he used.” John shrugged. “But the most we can do is guess.”
With that, Mom suddenly gasped, and all hell broke loose; the false calm I was feeling was stripped away and immediatley I was at her side.
“Mom! MOM!” Her eyes were wide, as if glimpsing the pearly gates. I grabbed her hand.
“Mom, I’m here!” Her wide eyes suddenly trained on me. I felt my heart beat faster and faster.
“MOM!”
She looked at John.
“Ta-taaake... care... o–”
She went limp and her eyes and mouth closed, as she slipped out of this life and into the next one as my world was shattered before me, and anger began to fill in the cracks.
“YOU WILL PAY!!!!”
END OF VOLUME ONE
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 a masked hero known as the Green Arrow. Now, I will use that mantle to avenge my mother and take revenge on the man who killed her. This is my story.
The criminal’s fist knocked me back into a wall with a sickening CRUNCH. I ducked down, blood pouring from my nose, and shot two arrows into his back, severing several tendons. I swore as another criminal pounced at me and lunged back, shooting arrows into his chest. He held his chest in pain and ripped the arrows out, continuing his rage. Above me, on the wall, I got a fleeting look at a figure who spirited off into the building. It was him.
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” I shouted.
2 HOURS EARLIER
I sat in the Green Arrow bunker, doing pushups, trying to maintain my strength. I was frustrated and bored out of my mind. John had gone out on the route, leaving me alone with nothing to do. Ever since I had gotten my concussion, I had to stay home and rest until it fully healed.
I stood up after completing the last 50 push ups and walked over to the bench to get my water bottle. As I squirted water into my mouth, I felt my anger and frustration continue to boil, especially after what happened at school today.
I had confronted Roy and Evelyn about her unexpected pregnancy, and told them that I knew about it. They had both been extremely ashamed, and had no idea what to do. I kept on suggesting going to the guidance counsellor, but no, apparently it would end with them telling their parents, which they didn’t want to happen. Finally, Evelyn snapped.
“It’s not like you would know the pressure of it, Connor,” she had sneered. Roy and I both looked at her in shock; she had a fiery spirit but had never come after me, especially about my parents. I’d left, ignoring their pleas and apologies.
I was pacing around the bunker now. I had to go out. I took the suit of of its case and put in on, grabbing my bow. It would be alright if I went out, just for a little bit...
I kicked another criminal in the jaw, chasing after Onomatopoeia. I scrambled up the fire escape and into the building he had ran into. Loading my bow, I crept through, sweeping the area. My head was pounding from the guy who hit me, and my vision was getting fuzzy. Out of a dark corner, I heard someone leap behind me. I turned and shot two arrows. They missed and cracked the window. Through the spots swimming in front of me, I got a good look.
Onomatopoeia. He began laughing and whipped out two guns, firing repeatedly at me as I sprinted into another room for cover.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
I leaned against the wall and slid down. This was a bad idea. John was right, I couldn’t do this...
John! I tapped my com. Maybe I could get to him. Relief spread through me.
“John. This–this is Connor.”
“Connor!? What are you doing? You sound out of breath. Did you–oh, no. Please tell me you did not go out.” I cringed. He would be mad.
“Ye-yeah. I’m sorry. But I’m in a bit of a situation right now, Onomatopoeia is after me.”
“YOU’RE FIGHTING ONOMATOPOEIA!?”
“John, please, I need your help–I’m at the old factory off of Bric Avenue.”
There was silence on the other end.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
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Wow, finally a half-decent build for one of the stories! I'm actually really happy with this one, I hope to do more like it. Let me know what you think of the story and build, and, as always, check out the other issues in the series and vol 1.
Doing a bunch of characters, taking ideas, just leave a comment.
If you would like to used the decal give me a direct message and I’ll send you a image with transparent background so you can decal or print it onto the pieces.
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Thank you and have fun with LEGO
01-09-16 • Laval, Canada
LEGO Superman
LEGO Justice League Series
---Man Of Steel (2013)---
Jor-El: You will give the people of Earth an ideal to strive towards. They will race behind you, they will stumble, they will fall. But in time, they will join you in the sun, Kal. In time, you will help them accomplish wonders.
Here's my first entry for #nerdvember2021 by #bricknerd.
A mini Lego Tumbler is flying off the rooftop of a multistory car park, like in the iconic Batman Begins chase. The vignette fits on a 12x12 studs base and it slightly below 300 parts. It contains two minifigures: one police officer below and Batman inside the Tumbler.
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I don't know how I feel about how this photo came out to be honest but I definitely think it could've been worse,
I'll definitely do more DC themed photography as I found this really fun.
These are all of my custom Lego minifigures I have collected over the years of being a Lego enthusiast! Will have many more in the future! **Sorry these are not for sale.**
The TNG crew are ready to clean up the streets of New Gotham, and the skies of New Metropolis
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29-08-16
LEGO Deathstroke / Slade Wilson
LEGO DC Comics Series
Oliver Queen: They're calling you Deathstroke.
Slade Wilson: It's a bit flamboyant. I like it.
My newest custom of Harley Quinn ( Injustice ver.) 💚❤️ Fully painted by me and the hair is made of clay and also painted))
My name is Connor Queen. After my father died of cancer, I discovered he wasn’t who I thought he was; he was the masked saviour of Star City, a Hero called the Green Arrow. After avenging my mother’s death and killing her killer I vowed to continue my father’s crusade to make Star City a better place.
I stared at him in shock, my jaw hanging open.
“You’re Yin?!” I asked in astonishment. I’d heard about him, from John, and also from Bruce Wayne… he’d given his life to save my father while he was stranded on the island.
“B-but… aren’t you supposed to be dead?!” He chuckled again.
“Death isn’t as permanent as people think.” Ooo-kay. So this guy was weird.
“How’d you… how’d you survive?” He chuckled again.
“I, uh, I don’t remember...” I took a step forward.
“How come you haven’t visited? How do I even know you’re really him?”
“Your father’s name is Oliver Queen. I saved his life, pushing him off a boat before it exploded and told him not to waste his life.” Okay. This guy’s story did match up with what I’d heard from John…
“I suppose there aren’t any photos of you and dad lying around at my house, are there?” I grumbled. “What do you want, anyways?”
He came closer to me, his eyes wide, almost pleading.
“I want to get to know you. Oliver was a close friend of mine, and seeing as he’s gone and you’re all that’s left of his legacy, I feel it is my duty to be your friend and advisor.”
I backed up. Alright then. Looks like he was getting personal right from the get-go.
“Look, uh, I don’t mean to be rude; but I’m 18 now, I can take care of myself, and besides, I got a sort of adopted father at home…”
“May I meet him?”
I grimaced. John didn’t take kindly to visitors. “Let me call him first.”
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It took some convincing, but John eventually let me take Yin to the mansion. Granted, he had his gun trained on him the entire time, but it was a start.
I opened up the lair for Yin and let him look around. When he got to the island room (which I’d rearranged over the last couple months), he stared in awe at all the artifacts. He grabbed the sword that was kept displayed.He went up to his suit in the glass, putting his hand against it. A thousand memories passed before his eyes in a heartbeat. As John wheeled in to join us, he turned back to, misty-eyed.
“It-it’s been so long…this suit isn’t the original; it’s a replica. But a good one too.”
John and I glanced at each other.
“So… how did you say you survived?” John asked. Yin’s eyes went to the ground and he fidgeted nervously.
“Like, uh, like I said-I don’t remember. I just woke up a couple days ago outside of Star City; I remembered Oliver telling me about the city and went looking for him; but I learned he was dead and that he also had a son.” Finally, he raised his eyes to us.
“May I stay for a few days? You will hardly notice I’m here.”
John and I had a silent exchange. He did save my father’s life, after all. And if he was lying, we could at least keep him under surveillance here. John nodded.
“I don’t see why that’s a problem.”
Iliked the idea of using the TMNT midi figs as corpsman. I thought mixing the legs with a shield still marked him as a member.
Main project (Willow - Battle of Tir Asleen) on LEGOIdeas: ideas.lego.com/s/p:2083518f81ae404c88198126c5ad7868
My name is Connor Queen. After 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 intend to fulfill his mission of saving the innocent from those who do harm and be his legacy; this is my story.
The next week and a half passed in a blur; basically what happened is Bruce and Dick came and took us to Wayne Manor where they took the bullets out. Bruce insisted I stayed there. I slipped in and out of a novacaine-induced coma until I woke up for good. Bruce was sitting there, a small grin on his face.
“You’ve finally returned from the dead,” he remarked. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah.”
Suddenly everything hit me at once: being shot, fighting Red Hood One, Jason torturing him with a crowbar...
Jason!
“Where’s Jason?” I blurted out. Bruce looked taken aback.
“Uh... he’s in the lounge, why?”
“No reason,” I said, suddenly embarassed.
“Just so you know, I am adopting him,” Bruce said, “he will become part of the, ah, team.” My heart sunk.
See, I wanted to tell him about the dangerous psychopath Jason really was. I did. But when I saw the hope and excitement in his eyes, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be the one to shoot him down.
I faked a smile. “That’s great,” I said.
“He was excited to move here,” Bruce informed me, “I think it will be good for him.” I nodded in agreement. Bruce patted my knee in a fatherly gesture.
“I have to go to a meeting now, I’ll be back soon Rest up.” And with that he was gone.
I lay in bed for a couple hours. I heard a CRASH come from another room; now, for all I knew, it could have been something else; but what if it was Jason, out on the prowl?
It took all my effort to pull myself out of bed. I was exhausted by the time I got on my feet; sweat was rolling off my face. I just felt so tired, and the task ahead of me seemed so big, it would be easier just to lay back down and tell myself it was nothing. Which I almost did.
I looked on a chair and was immensely relieved to see my bow and a couple arrows in my quiver. I slung my quiver over my shoulder, grabbed my bow, and hauled myself out of the door, feeling stupid in my hospital robes.
Fear racing through my veins like adrenaline, I quietly crept down the hallway. The novacaine must’ve still had some effect, because everything seemed slightly fuzzy. Or maybe it was just my fear.
I heard a voice behind me. It sent cold, prickling shivers down my spine and suddenly I felt like I was doomed and all my fears would come true.
“Connor?”
I turned and shot an arrow at Jason. He ducked and it missed him.
“What the–” he shouted a lot of good words. I trudged down the corridor and made it into the Main Hall, which was a massive room that served as a lobby to the manor; it had a balcony overlooking it. Bruce often used it for parties.
Jason came from the opposite entrance.
“CONNOR! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?”
I used a lot of effort to speak.
“Wh-what were you thin-thinking? To-torturing s-someone with a crowbar...”
Jason went white.
“That... that was to save your life, Connor. I did it to save you!”
“YOU TORTURED A MAN TO DEATH!” Wow. Where’d that come from?
“He deserved it! It was justice for my parents!”
“Then you and I have very different ideas of justice. You were out for yourself, for personal gain. Admit it; you didn’t care about me, you just wanted to get even with him because he killed your parents.”
By now I wasn’t scared. I was angry, angry at being so willing to protect a monster like Jason. I heard footsteps and saw Dick jump from the balcony with his staff and land in between us. He looked from me to Jason and back to me again.
“Connor? What’s going on?”
“Jason, he–look, you can’t let Bruce adopt him.”
“What? Why?”
“Because he’s a monster!” Jason shook his head.
“Lies! All of it!”
Dick looked at me. “Connor, what happened?” I sighed. It wasn’t pleasent, but the truth had to come out.
I explained to Dick what had happened the night on the bridge, how Jason had tortured Red Hood One. Dick wheeled on Jason.
“Is this true?”
Jason seemed a lot older, and pale. He nodded and answered with a meek “yes”. Dick sighed. He looked from me to Jason again. He walked towards Jason.
“Jason, this will stay between us. The three us of,” he gestured to me, too. I didn’t care by this point; I was too tired and numb to even really register what was going on.
“But,” he added sternly, “you will control yourself. You will learn discipline, learn to turn away from killing. We don’t do that; if we do, we’re just as bad as They are.”
This was insane; he was seriously getting away with this? That was my last thought before I collapsed.
Later, Bruce came back. We didn’t mention the incident to him; I went back to my own house to a pile of homework.
By the second day at Bruce’s mansion, I was able to run again. By day 5 I was training with him, getting back on my feet. I could shoot my bow again, and hold my own in hand to hand combat. Against Jason, anyways.
We’d opted to not call my friends and tell them I was alive; Bruce figured if word got out I was alive, the League would strike again, but harsher. He also wanted them to think I was dead so that they would be drawn out. As much as I didn’t like it, I had to agree with Bruce: for now it was better if I was dead.
I hadn’t given it much thought, but I realized that Yin was probably brought back using the Dionesium. It all added up; he had died on the ship, and they’d brought him back to...wherever they brought him to and brought him back, just like Bruce had me.
I whack to the face from Jason’s staff snapped me out of my thoughts. I tripped backwards, holding my nose. Jason was standing above me, smirking.
“Looks like being dead hasn’t done you any good.”
“Yeah? Let’s go again. I’ll bet I wipe the floor with you.”
Bruce had been in and out the last couple of days, working on some new case. At night he and Jason would go out, and during the day Jason and I would spar. We’d developed a rivalry. Neither one of us liked each other, so sparring got all the energy out.
I charged at him, and slammed my batons down, which he blocked with his staff. He pushed me away and I lashed out again, which he dodged. He landed a hit on my back with his staff and I slammed down belly-first onto the floor, feeling like I’d just been kicked in the stomach. I flipped over and rolled out of the way as the staff crashed down where I was. I hopped to my feet and with one baton hit Jason’s staff, getting his attention, and I slammed the other one against his knee. Jason cried out and went down and I gave him an uppercut, sending him reeling back.
Surprisingly, that didn’t stop him. Slowly but surely, Jason got back up and grabbed his staff like a baseball bat, swinging it wildly in a fit of rage. I dodged and ducked and landed punches as he got more and more frustrated. Finally I slipped past his defenses and punched him square in the face. Then he finally went down.
“See, I told you I’d kick your butt.” Jason swore at me, got up, and limped out. Serves him right; he’s a psychopath. Last year I watched him beat a man to death with a crowbar. Unexpectedly, I felt a pang of sympathy. That man did order his parent’s death, though, and I had killed Onomatopoeia...
The door slid open and Bruce walked in. I walked over to him and did something I should have done a long time ago.
“Bruce, I’m sorry about how I was before, with Onomatopoeia, and pushing you away…”
He gave me a gentle smile. “It’s okay, I understand. You were angry because your parents died. I was like that once too.” I nodded.
“And, uh, hey, cut Jason some slack, will you? He’s been through the same thing we have.” Bruce’s face darkened at that suggestion.
“Connor, you haven’t seen him, he-he’s going crazy, he’s ruthless and shows no mercy. He’s almost no better than the criminals…” he let that thought trail off. “Anyways, I came to tell you I have some urgent news. Nightwing reported back and said that the League have kidnapped Roy, Evelyn and Helena.” I felt my heart plunge.
“I have to go back for them.”
“You aren’t ready-”
“Bruce, please. They’re my friends. I’ve waited this long, even with them having John, but now they have everyone else I care about. Please, let me go. You can come, too.”
Bruce pursed his lips. “I can’t help you; I’ve got my hands full with a case here, some guy’s been killing people and stuffing them in pig costumes. Nightwing can, though.” He looked me dead in the eyes. “Are you absolutely sure?”
“Yes, I need to go.”
Bruce nodded and led me to another room with armour.
“You didn’t have your Green Arrow suit on you when you fell.”
“Yeah, it was destroyed in an explosion.”
“I have a contact at STAR Labs who can make you a new, better one if you want, but for now this should do.” He gestured to the different sets of armour and weapons lying around. “You’ll even look like one of them.” I grabbed a bow and clutched it so tightly my knuckles turned white.
I was going to save my friends.