dc_holiday:

"A father is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be." -- Unknown

hunters_moon:


Several hours after his arrival at Jane's, Robert Queen's eyes open slowly, blinded by the lights above. His head feels like it weighs a ton, and he could really use a lake to drink right now. For a moment, he lies on the cold, hard concrete beneath him and just stares up at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened.

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hunters_moon:

Robert Queen steps out of his cab in Gotham, right in front of Jane's building, hoping to God that Angela's information was correct. If it was...then Robert could fix the wrongs he'd left behind by leaving Jane alone in the first place. The guilt for that ate away at him, because he should have been there for her. He /knew/ she could defend herself, but against a monster like Ra's al Ghul? 

He'd left her alone and she'd died. Never again.

He climbs the stairs to her building and lets himself into the apartment, hoping to catch her sleeping so that he could be the first person she saw when she woke up. He liked doing that for her. Maybe he'd even cook something for her.

He sets his bag down and gets to work cleaning up a bit.

dc_misc:

The helicopter carrying the members of the Suicide Squad, Damien Wilson, Morgaine King, and Slade Wilson made closed in on its target. The League of Assassins Compound in the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil. The helicopter bore the appearance of one the helicopters that the League used frequently, so they would be able to get in without much hassle.

The pilot informed Damien that they would be touching down in ten minutes, and the assembled group looked to him for briefing.

demonchild:

As soon as arrangements had been made, Robert and Morgaine hopped on the first plane out of Greece to Star City. Morgaine had slept most of the way, wanting to save her strength.

When they arrived in Star City, they got a car under a fake name and Morgaine drove them to Lian's apartment building.

"I should warn you," she said when they arrived, "She will most likely not be happy to see me. I will try and talk to her, but she might resort to attack."

The pair quietly made their way to Lian's apartment, and Morgaine quickly picked the lock on the door.

She couldn't believe who she saw when her and Robert entered the room.

"I thought...I thought..."

In something she rarely did, Morgaine ran to her brother, embracing him.

demonchild:

(Takes place a week after this post)

Morgaine woke up in a strange place, not knowing where she was or how she got there.

The last thing she remembered was just running after the League's compound had exploded. She had gotten into the car that had been provided for her and Damien, hot-wired it, and just drove. She drove until the car ran out of gas, and then she ditched it and ran as far as she could.

And then she had passed out in an alley somewhere, not caring to know where she was.

And now...she was in a hotel somewhere, her wounds stitched up, her head throbbing.

Someone had to have to gotten her here, but who? Her brother was dead, and her mother probably was either dead or at the mercy of her grandfather.

She heard someone moving around in the bathroom.

"Where am I?" It hurt to sit up, but she tried.

hunters_moon:

Merlyn falls from two stories up, slamming through the glass skylight and landing in the pool of the youth center below and has the presence of mind to thank whatever deity rules over this part of the world that it wasn't concrete he slammed into. Granted, with the number of crazy people chasing him right now, he didn't have a lot to be thankful for, but being alive was one blessing he would count over and over again.

He climbs out of the water as quickly as he can, ignoring the sting of his cuts and bruises. One week ago, he'd left Coast City, going on the run after confessing to anyone who would listen that he, and not Green Arrow, murdered the psychopath known as the Artist. Robert didn't care if they wanted him to pay for killing a murderer; laws and courts didn't really appeal or apply to him. The only justice he needed came at the end of an arrow.

Unfortunately, he'd run into another psychopath, two days later, that believed in the same things he did. Only, this psychopath wanted /him/ dead at the end of her sword.

It was rather ironic that his adopted brother's sister was the woman trying to kill him, because Robert killed her father. But even more irksome is that, after nine months of alternately fighting and escaping this particular woman....Robert Queen /still/ does not know her name He suggested to her that she was playing hard to get. 

She tried to throw her dagger through his heart.

Funny. That line worked on Jane, once...

sonic_arrow:

Green Arrow stalked the streets of Star City with his brother, Merlyn.  Wasn't that some kind of twist in the storyline?  The two roles were so opposite of each other, and yet they were paired off in a mission together.

Councilman Vontrell Griffin II was in his home in Soulk Village.  The lights were still on in the living room, which Keith recognized.  He'd met the councilman before, with his father.  He had a family; a wife and children.  The thought of killing him sickened Keith to the core, but what could he do?  Damien was pulling the strings.  At least Robert was there, though.  He was the only one Keith felt he could rely on in this situation.

sonic_arrow:

Keith sat in his cell with restraints and a device on his neck that prevented him from using his sonic scream.  They took all of his equipment and locked it away in a safe.  His dad was on his way to visit him, which wasn't something Keith looked forward to.  Killing the Artist quickly became Keith's biggest regret.  He had screwed over not only himself, but his entire family.  How was he supposed to make this up to them?  He didn't know, and he was just about ready to give up on everything.

sonic_arrow:

It didn't take Keith long to make calls for a flight out of the country.  It was a private jet that his father owned.  His bags were on already, and Keith was just about to board.  But then, a hand gripped his shoulder.

"Keith Queen, you're under arrest for the murder of Robert Franklin Wells."

The rest of what was said to him fell on deaf ears.  He was in total shock.  How did they figure out it was him?  His identity was secret to the public, and he was positive nobody who knew he was Green Arrow would turn him in.  Would they?  There was the slightest nudge at the possibility that Robert had called it in, but Keith didn't stay on that for more than a second.  He couldn't believe Robert would get him arrested and unveil his secret identity to the public.

But man, that night turned to shit.

The next morning, Keith's face was on every news channel.  He was publicly revealed to be the Green Arrow, the man that murdered the Artist.

sonic_arrow:

The Green Arrow tread lightly in Gotham the night after news of the murder of the Artist hit the streets.  He was a wanted criminal, but he couldn't let that top him from doing patrols around Gotham.  He just had to be more sneaky about it.  Keith was extremely sneaky in making his way to the meeting place with Robert.  He was finally going to get to talk about things with a brother he never knew he had.  Things with the Artist didn't seem so important anymore, now that he had a distraction keeping him going.

dc_misc:

Reporters lined up outside of the Gotham City Police Station, filming the transport of the Artist's body from the police station into a van.  The police officers were all grumbling about being caught off guard by the assault on their station.  The, finally, the Chief of Police stood up on his podium and made his broadcast announcement.

"Robert Franklin 'Frank' Wells, otherwise known as The Artist, was murdered last night in his cell.  He was recently brought in for a string of murders of multiple women, including the local crime fighter, Red Arrow.  We have identified the culprit of this murder.  He has strong ties to the Red Arrow and has been recently seen in Gotham.  The man who murdered Robert Wells is none other than the Green Arrow." 

The Chief of Police took that moment to hold up the large bag containing a bloodied green arrow, taken from the Artist's forehead.

"The Green Arrow is now a wanted criminal.  All who see him are advised to call the police so he can be brought in for his crime."

The cameras were turned away from the Chief of Police then, and each reporter put their own shocked responses and questions to the tail ends of their reports.  The news filled the television screens all across the United States.  Word was out on the Green Arrow.

hunters_moon:

Merlyn watches through his mini-binoculars as the last member of the GCPD falls unconscious in the bullpen of the police station. It had occurred to him, in the days that it took him to come up with this plan, that he could be caught, killed or incarcerated right alongside the man he'd come here to kill tonight. He'd let that thought turn over in his mind several times before he decided that he could live with that.

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dc_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.

dc_holiday:

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Anonymous entries accepted.

rosewithathorn:

Rose had to admit, the gym/training room that the Suicide Squad had been provided with was pretty high-tech. Not that she'd expected any better, considering who was funding them. And Rose wanted to hit something, the gym was always a good place to go for that.

And running into her father always made her want to hit something. He just always brought out something in Rose that made her frustrated as all hell.

So right now, she was in the gym, currently kicking the crap out of a punching bag.

dc_holiday:

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." JFK

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

dc_checkmate:

Two days after her recruitment mission, Angela Holt sits inside a warehouse bunker in Star City. She pores over the maps of the Super-Max prison intently as she waits for the others to arrive. The warehouse was decent for tonight's purposes, but they needed a much better, much more secure facility. Belle Reve was an option, but that was too close to St. Roch and Angela didn't want to take the chance of going there and reopening old wounds.

When everyone arrives, Angela looks up and nods to each of them in turn.

"Thank you for coming. If you're ready to get down to work, we can get started." she says.

jdoesmith:

Jane didn't like worrying people. She especially did not like to worry those who she had let herself get close to. Of course this meant trying to avoid talking about the fact she never slept undisturbed for the most part. It meant not thinking about how much she wanted to know things that were pretty much impossible to find out.

Eventually Jane moves from where she had exiled herself to. The training room she had set up for herself always faintly smelt like sweat. There was also a faint smell that caught Jane's attention then she sighed.

"Shoulda wrapped my hands," she grumbles twisting her writs to work out the cramps. She had pounded the hell out of the punching bag and had apparently hurt one knuckle while being so aggravated from the nightmares that had struck her. The blond grumbled to herself then moved to go wash her hands off in one of the bathrooms. The light burned her eyes as she flicked it on and she winced as she got a look at herself.

"I look like shit," she mumbled not wanting to wake her lover who should still be asleep. Not like her. She should really try and get some rest. If she got some rest she would look and feel much better.

dc_checkmate:

Two days after a shooting in the Triangle, Angela Holt drives her Mercedes Benz to the small office in the gang-infested part of Star City. This place looks like a bigger dump than it did the last four times she's come here, but in order to get what she needed, she had to deal with Michelle Torres. Angela likes this idea as much as she likes the idea of a root canal, but if they're going to do this job, they're going to need someone who knows the lay of the land.

The other three operatives for this little shindig would get pulled together as quickly as she could manage, but starting with Floyd Lawton's kid was the easiest way to go. Only one of the remaining three would be a tough sell, if any. There wasn't a reason to think Merlyn would say no.

Getting out of the car, Angie straightens out her black pantsuit and runs a hand through her hair. She looked too much like her mother some days, minus the weight. Tucking her gun into the holster at the small of her back, Angie puts on her black coat and starts to close the car door, then stops.

"Wait, let's not be stupid." she says to herself, reaching into the glove compartment and with drawing the small sphere with an engraved "T" on the face. She sets the T-Sphere's parameters and lets it go. The little thing vanishes and Angie suddenly feels about thirty times safer than she did with just the gun. She closes the car door and then heads into the apartment building.

Approaching the door to the apartment, Angie knocks, readying the little document that substantiates her cover story.

hunters_moon:

(Back-dated to June 1st)

Time flows away from him too quickly then speeds away from him as he pulls himself out of the murky waters of Keystone City, clutching the wound in his gut. He can feel it burning already and wonders how long it will be before the fever and hallucinations start. Cheshire used a poison like this on him once, during his training. He'd been sick for three days, all the while trying to keep hired killers off his back.

Compared to that, this should be a walk in the park. Stumbling away from the scene of his fight with Merlyn's daughter, Robert Queen fights to put one foot in front of the other. Coming upon a passerby as he stumbles down the streets of Keystone, he manages to steal said person's cellular phone as he doesn't have one.

It takes him a couple of tries to dial the number in question and he leaves a voice-mail when he realizes she's not available.

"It's Robert. I need you. I'll....be there in two days..." he groans, before hanging up.


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Two days later, there is a knock on Jane's door. If she answers, Robert Queen, aka Jake King, promptly falls through her front door, pale, feverish and in very bad shape.

hunters_moon:

Merlyn stalks the streets of Keystone City tonight, having followed the exploits of an alleged corrupt judge. Judge Peter Carroll recently sentenced a eighteen year old boy to two to five years in prison for involuntary manslaughter for the accidental death of his stepmother, Claudine Zacara-Corbin. Judge Carroll's sentences are questionable, but rarely overturned, and this one strikes a chord with Robert Queen.

The young man in question, Michael Corbin III, is the son of reputed mob boss Michael Corbin II, who was married to Claudine. While Robert agrees that murder is a serious crime, five years in prison among convicted felons and hardened killers is unfair to a boy who only wanted to protect his mother. Robert hates mobsters off all types, but a young man shouldn't have to suffer for his father's evils.

Robert Queen knows a little something about that as well.

Tonight, he watches as Peter Carroll meets with a man in a black limo in the Power & Light District. Both men get out of their vehicles, and Peter Carroll is seen shaking hands with John Zachara, the brother of the deceased mob princess as well as brother-in-law and mob rival of Mike Corbin. A bulging envelope is passed to the judge and the two men shake hands as Zacara's bodyguards look around.

Robert knows everything he needs to know. Both of these men are corrupt and have destroyed a young man's life to further their aims.

He knocks two arrows and aims at the judge, ready to start the task of bringing justice.

dc_holiday:

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. - Anonymous

hunters_moon:

The Queen Industries building in midtown Gotham explodes as he looks on, and Robert Queen calls this a job well done. He planned the attack for after-hours, when the least amount of people were there. He'd counted two guards and someone working late in an office, all of which were disabled and removed from the building before its destruction.

Innocents didn't deserve to die for Oliver Queen's sins, though the resulting joblessness would be an issue until the place was rebuilt.

He went home, showered, and used his new cell phone to call his only friend in Gotham (in fact, his only friend ever thus far) and tell her that he was leaving. His plane left early in the morning, and it was on to St. Roch to continue the pattern. His mission is clear, to him, but Gotham was good to him for what it was worth.

He picks up the phone and calls Jane, hoping she's up working on a case. If nothing else, the explosion probably woke everyone in town.

"Hey Jane....it's me." he says.

jdoesmith:

Jane was making sure the body armor she was going to wear wouldn't be too noticeable. Then she rolled her eyes wondering why she was being so paranoid. Jake wasn't going to hurt her. But it was still smart to worry about the other guys.

So she made sure that she was in black from head to toe more or less. Nothing reflective. Soft soled shoes so nothing would clatter and an extra gun strapped to the small of her back. She didn't think he would stop her from using it. She didn't intend on killing anyone tonight but it was probably going to happen.

She wasn't going to lie to herself about this. Tonight was going to be dangerous. Hopefully nothing added to it. With that in mind she set out for the building. She took care with everything she did. No one should know about her getting there aside from her partner for the night. So all she had to do was wait for him to show up and she would be ready to move in.

jdoesmith:

It was still hard to process what had happened. The world was saved! Only no one seemed aware of it. She had been trying so hard to claim she was not a hero. But she had noted absently while gathering things together to go track down some jewels that had gotten stolen that her life was starting to look more and more like a hero's life.

She didn't like that too much. It left her angry because it didn't sit well with how she ran things. She used guns and wasn't about to give them up. She thought for sure that set her apart from the hero crowd. But she was beginning to see that she wasn't exactly the type to avoid doing the right thing. That's why she got along with the Arrows she had met.

Gotham was different though. Searching the whole city for some missing diamonds that had been rumored to be around here filled her days. A whole week of working in the city and she found out something she hadn't known.

Her old man had a building here. So that night had her on the roof as she ate from a pizza box and read things both on her case and the building that was hers to do what she wanted with.

Only there was trouble brewing and she didn't know it until she heard the cock of a gun and was diving for cover intuitively.

"Damn my luck," Jane mutters all the while wishing she knew where her 'partner' was right now. There were people after her now. Just her luck, huh? So she draws her side arm and waits for a breath then takes a shot Damn she missed but with how quite Gotham was tonight someone might have heard that.