Dick set off across the skyline of the housing project, leaping and bounding his way from rooftop to rooftop. All the buildings were compacted together, making it easy for him to traverse between each, as he made his way towards the north building.

Through his cowl, he could see the situation was unchanged. Three targets, one hostage. Normally, Dick would consider this an easy task, but he was wary. Why was this hostage so important? Who is the hostage? Why the distraction?

Suddenly, helicopter rotors could be heard in the distance. Closing in. Had the police realised the ruse?

'No, those rotors don't sound like a single engine chopper,' Dick thought to himself.

Sure enough, seconds later the sound of the rotors became deafening. Dick stopped suddenly, turning on a dime to see the incoming aircraft. A chinook helicopter flew directly over his head, merely feet away from the roof of building. It was making its way to the roof of the north building.

And Dick had noticed that one of the gunmen was moving towards the roof. The remaining two had remained with the hostage. Dick had to move, they were getting ready to leave, if he didn't at least make it the roof of the building he would have no idea where they were going. So he began to sprint once more, he was only three blocks away, but he ran as if he was miles away.

The chinook began to descend towards the helipad onto of the penthouse building. Waving his arms in a downward motion, the gunman gestured the aircraft to land.

"Come on!" he screamed into his earpiece. "Get that thing on the ground! It's time to move out."

"Is the target secured?" the pilot answered back.

"Affirmative!"

Dick was now only one block away. As he leapt from the final rooftop, he aimed and fired the grappling hook to the edge of the roof. Zipping up to the window of the penthouse, he folded himself into a ball and burst through the glass, spraying the glass all over the room and into the eyes of the gunman closest to the hostage. Causing him to drop his gun and loosen his grip on the hostage's arm. Dick drove his foot into the guard's stomach, sending him hurtling into a water feature at the centre of the room.

His partner spun around, his gun raised, fixed on Dick. How could make such a mistake? He'd left himself defenceless. Always clear the arms first. No matter how quick he was he could not beat a bullet.

"Mistake boy!" smirked his imminent assailant. "Send your boss my regards."

Thwip! Clang!

The gun disappeared, with an eye stinging spark. Something had blown the gun at least four feet away from its user. Dick didn't wait to ask questions, producing a shuriken from his belt he struck a blow to the gunman's head, stunning him enough to allow Dick to deliver the finishing blow. Using his clubs to wind, then to finish off a blow to the head, knocking him unconscious.

Dick spun around, his clubs raised ready to engage the new threat.

"You're slipping Nightwing," said a disguised voice in the shadows. "Not getting old are you?"

Dick lowered his clubs and produced a small grin.

"Star City not keeping you busy enough these days Oliver?"

The mysterious figure moved out of the shadow, a green hood covered half his face, only his stubbled chin visible. He held an Oneida Kestrel compound bow in his left hand, a black carbon fibre arrow with green flights loaded and readied. A green leather jacket, cut off at the arms, hosting multiple compartment with tranquilizer darts and flash bang tips. A dark green quiver was thrown over his right shoulder, housing over thirty arrows, yet another walking arsenal.

This was Oliver Queen, also known as the Green Arrow. Queen was another owner of a billionaire company, Queen Industries based in Star City. Queen had become a vigilante after surviving being shipwrecked on an island in the China Sea.

"Well when Bludhaven scum start finding their way to my city, it makes me rearrange my travel schedule."

"We need to get to the roof," Dick answered back. "The hostages are secure but we need-"

Suddenly the barricaded door blew open with an ear shattering explosion. The resulting shockwave sent Dick flying back and landing heavily on his back. Oliver also found himself blown backwards, but he was closer to the wall connecting to the window, and caught a heavy blow to his right arm as he smacked into it with serious force.

Dick could hear a piercing ringing in his ears, the resulting shock of the explosion. His vision was blurred, shifting in and out of focus, although he could just make out two more guards leaving the room with the hostage in tow. Dick scrambled to his feet, struggling to find his balance, he was in no condition to give chase or take on any more targets. He reached into a compartment on his right arm and pulled out a small homing beacon. Flinging the device towards the hostage, it attached itself to the hostage's right shoe.

Oliver had managed to pick himself back up to his feet, still holding his right arm. He picked up his bow, which had been ripped from his grasp by the explosion, and flung it over his left shoulder.

"Quick thinking there kid," Oliver winced. "These guys are military trained. Who are they? And who were they after?"

Regaining his strength, "I may have some idea."