*This is the older version of the series, a new series continues with one of my personal favorite canadian superheroes. Check back with you then*
Black Arrows:
Prologue Eclipse
Nanda Parbat is a hidden city nestled high in the mountains of Tibet; it is said to be a place of healing and enlightenment watched over by the goddess-like figure Rama Kushna and her monks. Like Shangri-La, time moves differently in Nanda Parbat. Its visitors are often able to retain their youth many decades after their arrival, and yet can leave Nanda Parbat to find that less time has passed in the outside world.
Starling City. Lands of bustling lights and ridiculous crime. A place I have returned to for the purpose to protect this city. And I will do so. I could smell the air. I could see my family looking at what I had become in wonder. I could see the lights of the city glistening in the distance. I was nearly there. The Star Bridge was before me.
"Jonathan!" Was the harsh voice that awoke me from my daydream. Before me stood The Master. Ra's Al'Ghul. He wore his green suit, a scimitar resting at his side. His poise was one of idealism. He stood like he would save the world by watching it burn. I never argued. But. I knew there where other ways. I knew he had come to stop me from returning home. I couldn't allow that. I drew my bow with a speed that surprised even me.
I took aim, breathing in, and firing at the Master, all in a matter of seconds. His scimitar whipped up, and he cleaved my arrow clean in two. From my right, an assassin dropped down, drawing a chakram and hurling it at me. The frisbee like blade curved towards my neck. I caught my breathe as I blocked it with the knife strapped to my bow.
Drawing my sword, I hurled it at the assassin, who crumpled to the ground. I spun only to see the Master hurtling toward me with mind numbing speed. I rapidly brought my bow up in my defense. I heard it groan against the utter force of the blow. For an old man,
The Master was strong. I spun, kicking at him. He blocked, catching my leg and pulling me in. I felt pain in my chest as his elbow crushed me with utter force. My eyes blurred as I fell. My body was on fire, and every movement resulted in utter pain. I cried out, knowing no one would hear me. I paused as a whistling noise, followed by a thud, faintly brimmed my ears. I looked up to see a green arrow sticking into the ground beside the Master's foot. He looked up, wearing a look of utter disgust. I followed his line of sight, to see a man in a green suit. He wore a hood.
"Get away from him!" His voice was modified. Wise. He drew another arrow, and aimed it at the Master, undoubtedly aiming for his head.
"You must be the vigilante hero this city has become so famous for. I am Ra..."
"Ra's Al'Ghul. Master of the League of Assassins. Your reputation proceeds you." The Master smiled. He looked genuinely amused.
The Vigilante fired, and The Master disappeared with a smokescreen. The Vigilante simply picked me up by the scruff of my suits neck, and loomed like a fallen angel.
"Who are you?" He asked
"Only a a Bishop on this foul chessboard."
"A name!" He twisted my scruff, beginning to cut off my oxygen.
"Agravain. Jonathan Agravain. And you? What do you go by?"
He snorted and picked me up. I knew my rib cage was broken, but still I disliked being propped me on some grass and pulled out a phone. I nearly threw a knife, fearing he was calling the police. Until I heard;
"Diggle. I need help. We have an injured member of the League of Assassins." With that, he spun on his feet, and struck me in the temple.