*Just in case you didn't know, my version of Star City is Miami which means Miami doesn't exist in this universe in the same way that Gotham replaces New York City and the state of New York. Star City is a cesspool of violence and disparity, much like Gotham but only with a little more hope clinging to it. Most of the crime is centered in a region of the city much like some sections of Detroit where the buildings are decaying and crime is so rampant that some of the cops don't even venture inside. Arrow is a legend to the helpless and needy. He's rarely ever seen, there's only been one picture taken, and the SCPD are only starting to really focus on the hooded vigilante.

Also... this version of the character is based on the CW series, Arrow because his character development has been fleshed out very well in the 60+ episodes and I think the show has done the DC Universe justice in properly portraying a Batman-like character on TV.

Star City was stuck in a perpetual state of stagnant progression. Rain was a common occurrence in the humid, Floridian air; never washing away the darkness that was molded into every crevasse. Only spreading it further. On the night of his patrol, the hooded man wiped sweat off his forehead and flipped his head to the sky, letting the rain wipe away his sweat and breathing in the toxin that was Star City. This was his city. Broken and beaten, but not defeated. He was chosen to save this city and bring it back to its former glory. Thunder rolled high in the brown clouds that hung over the city and he turned his eyes to the east, seeing the massive hurricane heading toward the mainland. He heard a small beep inside his ear and clicked the button on the small earpiece and hearing a small amount of static before speaking.

"Any problems?" he spoke.

His voice was distorted, caused by a small speaker in the middle of his outfit. He was dressed in a dark green leather suit that covered his entire body except for his head. Across his back hung a long bow made of the strongest yet most flexible wood on the planet. A large quiver of arrows was slung over his right shoulder, held securely by hidden straps that weaved throughout the outfit. He heard the thunder vibrate strongly through the stone roof he was standing on and the voice on the other end responded.

"We've got a apartment fire on Straton in the Reiman Complex. Right across from the gas station. People are still trapped inside the building." the female voice said.

"Got it." the hooded man said.

The man looked out at the rest of the rooftop ahead of him and prepared for a long sprint. He flicked sweat from his brow, taking one last look at the clear sky, the moon shining bright. The black war paint smeared across his eyes caused a 3-D illusion that changed the shape and color of his eyes, concealing his identity from anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him. He began to run, gravel kicking up behind him as his tactical boots stomped into the rocks, traction building up and gravity making him a force to be reckoned with. He took deep breaths with each run, assuring he wouldn't tire soon before he took his leap. He eyed the large water tower fifteen feet below as he approached the edge of the roof and leaped off of it, executing a graceful front-flip as his feet became outstretched as he fell through the air. With another deep breath, he flattened his body and collided with the tower's metal siding. He pushed off of the tower, not leaving a scratch as he caught the opposite side of the roof, scraping the brick wall with his gloves as he hit the concrete and slid to a stop.

He didn't look back, continuing his expertise skills of free-running across the various heights of buildings in the beautiful slums of lower Star City. As he jumped from a low roof and onto a lightpole, he saw smoke billowing from a few streets up and knew he had found his house fire. He slid down the lightpole, scaring an old couple hurrying to get to safety, two bags of groceries in each of the husband's hands. The woman shrieked briefly and the man stood in front of her, watching as the hooded man turned to them and nodded peacefully. The man stood still and gave the strange archer a salute as he ran off into the alley across the street.

The propane tank had finally given out inside the Sullivan's apartment and 13-year Joey ducked down farther, his right leg pinned underneath the fallen bookcase. He watched as he mother picked up his sister and saw him through the black smoke that shot out of the open patio window. She walked over to him, avoiding the fiery chunks of their stove that had flown across the kitchen door and into the living room. His three-year old sister cried in fear, her small hands reaching out for her brother as he tried to lift the heavy bookcase off of his back. His mother bent down, trying to lift off the case and taking a few deep breaths before trying again.

"No! Stop! You can't breathe it in anymore! It'll kill you!" Joey screamed at his mother who already was showing signs of exhaustion and nausea.

The mother continued despite his warnings, using all of her strength while Joey hit her arms. He turned his attention to his sister who was now laying on her chest, her face covered by her arms. Joey tried to push himself up from the floor, his mother in a state of insanity from the chaos. He looked to his left, seeing the drapes beside the kitchen window erupt into flames and catch flames onto the cereal boxes and rolls of paper towels, increasing the inferno's blaze. He screamed in anger, feeling the smoke fill his lungs and make him become dizzy as well. He looked at his mother, seeing her crawling on the floor, crying as she tried to pick up the limp body of her daughter. Joey felt the strength leave his body and collapsed onto the carpet, feeling the intense heat and fire about to reach him. His vision became blurry and spotty as the roars of the fire didn't phase him anymore. He closed his eyes and tried to accept his fate as the T.V. screen exploded and sparks showered the carpet, small tuffs suddenly catching fire alongside everything else.

In what felt like a few seconds, he heard wood breaking apart and the sounds of someone breathing heavily. He was too tired to open his eyes but heard wood snapping apart and glass shatter all around him. He found the strength to flick his eyes open to look at his sister and saw that she was gone. He turned his head to the left and saw that his mother was gone as well. He shifted his body to the left in a state of panic, sharp pains entering through his trapped leg as he looked at the patio door that had been shattered completely. He saw a hooded figure placing his family outside, their heads placed through the railing to give them the freshest air possible. He was confused and tried to call out for the hooded man but the smoke in his lungs filled him with too much pain to plead. He held one of his arms up and watched as the hooded figure spotted him and bent down beside him, easily lifting the bookcase up from his leg and dragging him out. He placed his gas mask over his nose and mouth, picking him up and hoisting him over his shoulder as they ran to the patio.

Joey was placed against the side of the railing, hearing his small sister cough loudly and hold onto to the railing. Joey looked up with his blurry eyes and saw the dark green figure against the orange glow of the fire that had consumed their apartment. He watched as the hooded man bent down beside him and patted his shoulders.

"Are you okay? Can you breathe fine now?" the man asked, his voice sounding much like a robot's.

Joey nodded and looked at the bow and quiver on his back.

"Is there anyone else inside your apartment?"

Joey shook his head and watched as the man stood up again and pulled out the bow and an arrow that had a shiny, silver tip. Joey backed up in fear as he thought the arrow was being aimed for his head and flinched when the archer let the arrow go. It whizzed above his head and he heard it hit something hard. He could now seeing that a cable was attached to the end of the arrow and the archer grabbed the other end, disconnecting it from the bow and slamming the other piece into the wall above the patio door.

"Can you carry her?" the archer asked, picking up his sister.

Joey nodded, standing up weakly and taking his coughing sister and holding her tight.

"Hold on tight, alright?" the archer said nicely, hoisting his mother over his right arm with ease as he flicked the bow into another shape, that of a long stick with a pulley system in the middle.

Joey grabbed onto the large man's chest and watched as the man jumped with all four of them attached to the cable onto the fencing two feet up. The archer bent his knees and leaped off from the railing, zooming twenty feet down from the patio until they landed softly onto the street, the large fire highlighting them. Joey let go of the archer and sat his mother on the bench beside of him. The archer carefully removed the mask from Joey's face and looked at him as folded it into the left side of his outfit. He held onto his sister as the archer looked at the fiery building and held his finger to the earpiece inside his hood.

"I got them out. Is the fire department en-route?" he asked.

"No." the woman on the other end replied with a sigh.

"What a surprise."

The archer looked around and could see the brown sky light up a deep purple when lightning struck close, the storm approaching quickly. He turned back to the dazed boy and held his shoulders again, trying to comfort him.

"Do you have somewhere you can stay? You can't stay out here." he said.

"Yes. My friend from school lives right down there!" Joey responded, pointing to the house a block down the street.

"Good. I'll take your mom there. But you need to get inside. The storm isn't going to be fun." he said, picking up the mother and running down the street, beginning to feel the rain get heavy and faster.

"Hey," Joey said, looking up at the heroic archer as they ran down the street quickly.

"Who are you?"

"Just someone who wants to help." the archer said.

"The Arrow." Joey said quietly with a smile.

"What?" the archer asked, turning to the small kid.

Joey just looked up at him and smiled.