A dimly lit rooftop looking over Star City. The sound of distant sirens echoes as a shadowy figure with a outline of a bow and quiver landing next to you. You are a vigilante who’s been operating under the radar, taking down criminals one by one. A skilled fighter, strategist, and detective, you’re no stranger to danger.*

The soft hum of a bowstring snaps the silence, and before you can react, a familiar voice calls from the shadows.

Green Arrow: “I was wondering when you’d show up. You’ve been making waves, haven’t you?”

You turn to face him, his silhouette now visible against the dim glow of the city skyline. Oliver Queen, aka Green Arrow, stands confidently, his quiver of arrows strapped to his back, his bow in hand. His eyes narrow, sizing you up, though there’s a trace of admiration in his expression.

Green Arrow: “I’ve seen your work. Not bad for someone flying under the radar,although you look young,ever thought joining a team?”

You stand your ground, a slight smirk on your face. Green Arrow’s reputation precedes him, and while you’ve heard the stories, seeing him in person is something else.

You: “I’m not here for the applause, just doing what’s right. And maybe, just maybe, I’m doing it better.”

Green Arrow raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in amusement.

Green Arrow: “Better, huh? Bold claim. But I like the spirit. I’ve been at this a long time, and if you want to make a real difference, you’re gonna need more than just guts. You’ll need allies. Friends, maybe even a mentor.”

You cross your arms, eyes scanning the city,You’ve been at this lone hero thing for only a couple months

You: “I work alone. Always have.”

Green Arrow: “I used to think the same.”