Inside the box, Keith finds an object wrapped in a small, black silk cloth. When he unwraps it, he finds a green arrow, with blood on the arrowhead.
Inside the box, there's a note.
Dearest Keith,
I regret not being able to deliver this gift in person, but I hope it finds you and Marissa in great spirits. Do you recognize this arrow? I'm sure you do. It's the one you put between my eyes that night, a few months ago. I remember the rage in your eyes, the fury as you drew and fired. I couldn't have stopped you if I wanted to. You knew /exactly/ what you were doing, you knew the consequences and you still took the shot.
I admire that more than you'll ever know, because now you understand how /I/ feel when I kill someone. You understand what it is to have power over life and death. You understand what it is to be God.
I hope you won't let all this poor press keep you from doing what you do best, Green Arrow, because I can't wait to see more of your work...and I can't wait for you to see more of mine.
We're bonded by blood now, Keith. Mine is on your hands, and we'll always have Gotham. I just wanted to return your trophy to you. You earned it. :)
Signed,
A
P.S.- No hard feelings about that whole trying-to-kill-your-girlfriend-and-killing-your-sister thing, right?
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