Guns shots echoed in the night, and then a man screamed in frustration. He threw his gun, now useless with the arrow clogging the barrel, to the side and lunged at the Green Arrow. It was simple for Ollie to sidestep and chop the guy in the back of the neck. "Lights out," Ollie said. The crook collapsed, and Ollie went about tying him up with one of his trick arrows. He didn't use them as much anymore, but they always proved useful every so often.

It wasn't long before the police arrived on the scene, but Ollie was already gone. He was cruising the city streets, looking to clean up more crime. Crooks were something he never did enjoy in His city.