I don't know what I'm doing, I should be revising for my French gcse in two weeks, or at least finished up half the stories I've posted. Sorry for being MIA, if I were you, I'd be pretty irritated, but the fact Jara aren't together in HOA anymore, stopped me watching it, and the free time I gained from not being obsessed distracted me for a while. Guess not forever though, huh? Anyway,

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Mara Jaffray, the 25 year old woman tapped the pen against her chin thoughtfully. "I can't think of a name for our masked super hero."

"Super hero?" her partner, Tristan scoffed. They sat inside the Times Building, the two fantastic journalists who had already made their career time and time again with front page articles and award winning writing and photography. "The creepy arrows more like a Villain, Mara,"

Mara shook her head "H-he may not be doing the best thing, in the best way, but…you know, his end justifies his means."

Tristan laughed "Like Robin Hood? He steals from the rich, to give to the poor." Mara nodded. Tristan ran his hands through his handsome black hair "Well…he always attacks with arrows, why not call him arrow?"

"Arrows a bit…vague isn't it?" Mara frowned, "Wait, haven't all the arrows he's fired so far been green? How about…Green Arrow?"

Tristan frowned in distaste, but hid it quickly as she scribbled it down onto her page "If it makes you happy."

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Jerome set the weights down, his muscled torso glistening with sweat. He took a swig from his water bottle and hissed. The deep cut on his arm was taking a while to heal up. It had happened last night, while he was trying to steal Martin's wedding ring, he should have seen the body guard come at him with a knife. But he'd escaped, and no one had seen his face.

"Mr Clarke," his telephone buzzed. He jogged over to his phone in his expensive, glass decorated apartment, which sat on top of one of the tallest buildings in the world. Only the best for the young billionaire. "Miss Jaffray is here."

"Miss who?" he sighed, pulling on a shirt, the phone beeped again

"From the Times."

"Damn journalists." He sighed "Send her up," the elevator churned almost immediately and he sat back in his chair, ready to answer whatever her pesky questions were. He recognised the names, she and her partner were good at making everything public, and getting paid for it. He watched as the elevator door opened, and his eyes widened at the beautiful woman stood there. She was nothing like he imagined. She smiled, letting herself in and placing the tape recorder on the table, she clicked the play button.

"Mr Clarke, could we get to it? I have another appointment."

Jerome stuttered "S-sure…uh, ask away."

She smiled, sitting down opposite him "The attack of Martin's apartment last night, witnesses say they say the Green Arrow was heading in this direction."

He couldn't help but quirk a smile and raise an eyebrow "Um…the Green Arrow?"

Mara frowned, and a blush crept up to her cheeks "Is it not catching? It's the best I can come up with…"

"No," Jerome shook his head "I like it, because his arrows are green, yeah, it's good." He tried to bite back his laughter. So he was the Green Arrow by night, very cool, he liked being thought of as a super hero. "And no, I never saw the Green Arrow last night, although I don't really know what he looks like," the lie was natural and flowed from his lips well. It was almost unnerving.

"Of course," Mara nodded "But, nothing out of the ordinary?"

"Sorry Miss Jaffray," he gave her a smile and she nodded, stopping the tape recorder. She stood up and he leaned back in his chair "Rumour has it though, that he'll arrive at the banquet hall this evening."

Mara frowned, turning to face the handsome young man with gleaming blue eyes "To take what? There's nothing of value there apart from…" she paused realising, Tristan's sister Joy, was showing everyone the rare diamond she bought in India. "You think he's going to get the diamond?"

Jerome said nothing.

"But that doesn't make sense! He's a hero, he's been stealing back stolen goods and returning them to their rightful owners, Joy hasn't stolen that gem." She tucked her black locks behind her ear.

"Are you sure?" Jerome stood up, running a hand through his hair "I doubt I would have enough money to have bought that diamond, and I authenticated it, remember?"

Mara didn't remember, because Joy and her had a brief falling out a couple of months ago, and since then, Mara had been blacklisted from many social events. "Have you been invited to the Banquet Hall?"

Jerome nodded "Yeah, anyone who's anyone has been." Understanding lit up his eyes "Have you not been invited?" he asked in shock

"Joy and I had a…misunderstanding."

"You could come as my plus one," he offered kindly. And after he offered it, he realised how stupid it was. Why on earth would he invite her? He planned on stealing the diamond, she would notice!

"You read my mind," she grinned "Thanks so much Mr Clarke,"

He sighed as she turned and walked away "Call me Jerome," he mumbled weekly.

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Tristan looked at himself in the mirror, pulling on his white mask. Unbeknownst to the rest of the city, he was Vision. He could run faster than the speed of light, and saved peoples lives everyday in the crime ridden town. He was hiding the identity from his friends…from Mara. Mara was the worst, he would work with her every day, as they investigated Vision and Green Arrow, and when it was Vision, he had to lie right to her beautiful face. Because how could he explain it? He was really from another planet and was given extra special powers? He had told Joy a couple of months ago, his so called 'sister'. He had been adopted, obviously. And she had flipped, yelling at everyone and everything, and then going on a two month trip to India.

There was a knock at his door, frowning, he removed his mask, and walked towards it, eyes widening when he saw…Jerome Clarke. "Hi," he said hesitantly.

Jerome smiled at him "Hi, I'm uh…looking for Mara? She told me to pick her up here."

"You're looking for Mara?" Tristan repeated "For Mara Jaffray?"

"Yeah," Jerome nodded, frowning "I'm guessing you're Tristan?" Tristan nodded at the man with more money than anyone he knew "Love your work," he nodded awkwardly. "So…is Mara here?"

"Yeah, she's upstairs with my cousin…Patricia. I didn't realise you two were dating."

"We're not," Mara cut him off with a smile. Both men turned to her, and eyes appraised her generously. She looked stunning. "Mr Clarkes helping me get close to Green Arrow,"

"I thought we were partners," Tristan said, hurt lacing his voice. She rolled her eyes

"You said you were busy tonight, remember?" she tapped her forehead, heading out into the cold night. Jerome watched her leave, before nodding at Tristan and walking out.

"Call me Jerome," Tristan heard Jerome whisper. Tristan frowned, turning back down the hallway to see Patricia standing there.

"Did you know she was dating a billionaire, Smith?" Tristan shook his head, and Patricia's cold exterior softened slightly "How do you feel?"

"Weird," he whispered, rubbing his shoulders "I'm going for a walk," he picked up his coat, and stepped outside. Using his super speed to get away as quickly as possible.

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"You look nice," Jerome greeted as they stepped out of his limo into the fancy building. Mara smiled

"Still look cheap standing beside you," she grinned, motioning to his tailor made expensive suit. "Business is obviously doing well,"

"Clarke industries have never failed me before," he smiled "But you're doing well for yourself, Miss Jaffray. Front page four times in a row," He held the door open for her, and suddenly they were with all the rich and famous people, successful and beautiful. "I'm a fan, especially on your Green Arrow articles."

Mara blushed "I find him fascinating," she admitted "I mean…a modern day robin hood,"

"Never thought of it that way," he frowned. Looking up when Joy came up to them both.

"Mr Clarke," she smiled prettily, she was wearing a low cut dress, the giant diamond hanging from her neck "So glad you could make it, what do you think?" Jerome managed a smile.

"I loved it ever since I authenticated it," Joy hummed, pleased with the answer, before turning to Mara.

"I knew you'd find a way to get in." she glared "Didn't realise you could charm one of the city's most handsome gazillionaires. Nice work, Mara." She looked Mara up and down, and leaned in to whisper "You don't fit in here Mara ,the dress is a knock off, and you look fake. I didn't invite you for a reason."

"I'm not here for you, Joy," Mara glared at her, ignoring Jerome's arm sliding around her waist protectively. But Joy noticed.

"Oh," realisation dawned on her "Are you two…" She never got the chance to finish her question, as someone was making a toast.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Jerome lied into Mara's ear, "I'll be right back,"

Mara nodded, although she didn't want him to go. For some reason, she felt safer with the stranger standing beside her.

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Jerome got changed quickly, into the green leather get up, he pulled up the hood and slid on the sunglasses, Pulling out his arrows, he'd invented a new sort. This arrow had an electromagnetic field, when fired, it knocked out anything electric within 6 feet. He was unrecognisable as he walked out of the bathroom, and he aimed, hitting the alarm system perfectly, it was disabled. He picked out his arrow and put it in his bag. Heading back for the ball room.

Everyone gasped when they saw him, and he ignored them, running right up to Joy, the voice distorter changed his voice as he yanked the diamond off Joy's neck "I'm returning this." He growled, running away. Joy cried in outrage. Running after him, Mara jolted back into reality and chased after them both. Jerome turned the corner and aimed his arrow up at the glass roof, it fired and the glass smashed. Joy and Mara halted as he turned and faced them. Before his arrow pulled him up.

Now was when Jerome had to act fast. He changed as he ran back down the fire escape, hiding everything in his bag, which he then put in another bag. It took him five minutes, and he was running up behind Mara and Joy who were still staring up at the gaping hole in the roof "What happened?" he faked. Joy whipped around in outrage.

"Green Arrow stole my diamond!"

"I knew he would," he whispered for Mara's sake. Mara turned to look up at Jerome and frowned as Joy marched away to try and save her party "What?"

Mara lifted her hand up, and lifted a shard of glass from his hair "I thought you were in the bathroom," she frowned.

"I was," he lied, staying cool "While they were running around a wine glass was smashed, at least I didn't get cut," he picked the glass from her fingers and tossed it into a pile with the rest. "Did you get a good look at him?"

"Yes and no," Mara frowned. She didn't believe this. Jerome had been right, but how had he known. "How did you know he would come?"

"It wasn't hard. New gem, questionable origin, half the town figured he'd come here." He reached an arm around her "You must be in shock, come back to mine,"

"I should probably be getting home," Mara protested weekly. Jerome ignored her, steering the beautiful woman outside. His mind a buzz, he didn't understand how he could be so protective of a woman he only met today.

Tristan watched everything from the roof top, and managed to restrain himself from swearing. Who was he to judge? Jerome Clarke was the Green Arrow, he was the Vision. He had no place to do anything.

Of course, that wouldn't stop him.

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