A/N: I decided to write this story because I wanted to write a story about a show that I love and I haven't written anything about Arrow yet so this is My Arrow story. I drew my Batman from many different places, he is not from the Dark Knight Trilogy, though his character may have many similarities to that Batman. I hope you enjoy this I have about six parts for the story so far, each about 6 chapters long, so here is the first one, enjoy!

Arrow: Hooded Adventures

Part 1: Knight

Chapter 1: The Return

Bruce Wayne was the orphaned son of Dr. Thomas and Martha Wayne. They had been shot by a desperate man in desperate times, right now he was in Starling City under the guise of meeting an old friend, but his true mission was unknown to everyone, even his faithful butler, Alfred Pennyworth.

"Master Wayne," Alfred said concerned for his surrogate son's actions of late, not including his moonlighting as a giant bat, beating up criminals, "You still haven't told me why you wanted to come here."

"This city has just suffered a great loss," Bruce said candidly.

"No, that's what you are going to tell the press," Alfred replied, "Why are you really here?"

"I came to visit an old friend," Bruce says, "And if get some information along the way, it will be doubly pleasing."

"Ahh," Alfred finally understood, "It's not about Bruce Wayne coming to Starling City, it's about the Batman coming to Starling City."

"Exactly."

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RING

"Speedy," Oliver Queen's voice rang out through the nearly empty mansion, "Can you get the Door?"

"Please stop calling me that!" Thea yelled as she opened the door, and immediately she was shocked, "Bruce?"

"Speedy," Bruce said pleasantly, "Nice to see you again," Thea was just staring at him, "May I come in?"

"Yes of course," Thea said, just realizing that she had been staring at him.

"Thank you," Bruce thanked her, and as Oliver came into view, "Oliver Queen," he said this joyously not revealing an undercurrent of a long lived rivalry.

"Bruce Wayne," Oliver smiled, "Am I glad to see you," he wasn't. He was just being the playboy facade that they had both started to use.

"Can we talk somewhere?" Bruce asked quietly.

"Yes of course," Oliver said, then turning to Thea, "Speedy, don't you have homework or something to do?"

"Ollie," Thea nearly laughed, "It's july, I don't have homework."

"Right, then," Oliver said, "This way."

"I am sorry I came unannounced," Bruce apologized, "It simply slipped my mind to tell you."

"Oh no, it's quite alright," Oliver said, taking some lessons from his mother's manners, "May I ask why you're here?"

"Well," Bruce took a deep breath and started, "You should remember what happened two months ago in the Glades, and well I would like to help."

"No," Oliver smiled, "That's what you tell the press. Why are you really here?"

"Well," Bruce started again, "Malcolm Merlyn is dead, and so is Tommy, again really a tragedy, so the Merlyn Global Group has no management. I plan to buy up the shares and take control of the company, as Malcolm left all his shares to Tommy."

"That sounds about right," Oliver sneered, "You are going to dishonor his memory by taking his company!"

"I'm sorry you see it that way," Bruce stood up ready to leave, "It is actually just the opposite."

As Bruce left the room, to go back to the Limousine, Diggle entered the room.

"Mr. Wayne," Diggle nodded his head to Bruce as he left, and after the door was shut, "What's going on between you and Wayne?"

"He wants to take the Merlyn Global Group and he's probably going to be successful," Oliver sighed.

"Well that's just another notch on the list of why I hate him," Diggle laughed, "You should see his tabloid reputation!"

"I'm sorry, Diggle," Oliver asked, "Do you read tabloids in your free time? I mean first Helena and now Bruce?"

"Well, off the subject of Wayne, and to something more pressing. Felicity found something you might want to see."

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"How did it go?" Alfred asked skeptically, Bruce leaned back and covered his eyes, "That bad, huh?"

"It's saving face," Bruce answered, "Well actually the opposite really, making it look like I'm a bad person."

"You already made the local news after last nights escapade," Alfred said, handing Bruce the paper, that read, Local Man Claims to Attacked by Bat.

"This wasn't my intention," Bruce said, "I need to get to another meeting."

"Business or pleasure?" Alfred asked.

"Business."

"Night or day."

"Night."

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"Come on," a drug dealer said trying to push a product, unaware he was being watched, "It's the best thing this side of the Mississippi River, You're going to need some more cash for this."

"Funny," a dark voice came from above, "I didn't expect you to know what a river was."

"I got a gun!" Then suddenly a black mass flew down the rafters above the dealer.

"Run," the mass breathed at the kids buying the drugs, and as they ran, he yelled again, "WHERE IS JOE CHILL!" he continued to tremble, "WHERE IS HE! WHERE IS JOE CHILL!" the mass then punched him the face, then brought him up again, "I know you have his location, WHERE IS HE!"

"I heard he set up down by the docks," the dealer hurriedly said, "Who are you?"

"I'm Batman."

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"Felicity," Oliver said as he and Diggle walked into her office in Queen Consolidated, "You wanted to show me something."

"Yes," Felicity said as she got up to close the door, "I'm assuming you don't read the paper."

"No," Oliver said, "I do not why."

"Then you'll want to see this," Felicity handed him that day's paper, and the headline read, Local Man Claims to Attacked by Bat.

"Oh come on, Felicity," Oliver scoffed, "Do you really believe this crap? This is just something that got out of the crazy tabloids."

"That's what I thought till I stumbled upon this," She pulled up a video on Youtube of the Mayor of Gotham City at a press conference.

"We do not condone the operations of the vigilante known as the Batman," the Mayor said at the podium, "The floodlight on the top of our MCU does not have anything to do with the Batman."

"I looked up picture of what he's talking about and here's what I found," she then pulled up another tab with a picture of a bat in the shadows of the sky, "Supporters of this guy call it the 'Bat-signal.'"

"Now this psychopath's in Starling City," Diggle muttered under his breath.

"Actually according to the papers," Felicity said, "He's never killed anyone."

"Sounds like he has a fan," Oliver smiled.

"Well he takes out criminals, white collar or blue collar," Felicity bragged, "He has almost completely eliminated the mob in Gotham." Oliver then proceeded to open the door and walk out of it, leaving both Diggle and Felicity to wonder where he was going.

"Oliver?" Diggle yelled as he ran to catch up, "Where are you going?"

"Bat hunting."