*Pikatwig stared at something Muk told him about and felt conflicted*
Pikatwig: ...the one time I wouldn't be happy if a Dragon Orb character lost…
KKD: *walks in* Yea… sorry, dude. I had no idea this would happen, but it makes better sense than what TB said saying 'Why not Billy Batson vs Carol Danvers? Then it'd be Captain Marvel vs Captain Marvel'. ...Granted, that's not exactly what he said, but my point still stands.
Pikatwig: ...seems too obvious to me. Still… one of the only Ryu Sphere characters I like is going to be on Death Battle. It'll certainly be something…
KKD: Well, yea. But that'll get us off topic for too long. Shall we talk of today's story?
Pikatwig: A character who wields my favorite type of weapon, a bow and arrow.
KKD: The master marksman himself, who was probably inspired by another famous archer you may know as Robin Hood.
Pikatwig: So… who debuted first between the two? The Emerald Archer or… uh… uh… uh… what's a nickname for the other one?
KKD: I dunno about the nickname for either, but to my knowledge, Green Arrow came first.
Pikatwig: So… our first time that Marvel is duplicating DC. Also, I saw your Decidueye is nicknamed after an incarnation of Hawkeye.
KKD: Yea, pretty much. That's the first thing that came into mind when I saw him.
Pikatwig: And before anybody asks, I simply prefered Litten over Rowlett. I don't know why, but I liked the cat more than I liked the bowling-ball owl.
KKD: *snickers* That's funny when you put it that way.
Pikatwig: I don't know why, but I had this funny mental image of a Litten using Ember to light Rowlett on fire and then bowl it into Popplio, who, in a way while standing up, kinda looks like a bowling pin.
KKD: ...What?
Pikatwig: So… Popplio standing on its tail to sort of pose like a bowling pin.
KKD: Anyway, back to the archers.
Pikatwig: Yea. I'll admit, when I heard Green Arrow's origin, I was kinda reminded of Iron Man's. They were both billionaires who became alcoholics and then went through a life-changing experience and became a superhero.
KKD: That kinda makes sense when you think about it.
Pikatwig: And, before anybody asks, no I haven't seen Arrow.
KKD: Me neither.
Pikatwig: My dad did at one point, don't know when, and then dropped it after a while. Also, on that show, we see Ra's al Ghul is going around and messing with the Emerald Archer. ...I don't get it either.
KKD: Yea, no idea what the guy who trained Batman in Batman Begins is doing messing with Green Arrow, but whatever. For now, let's get going.
Disclaimers: Neither KKD Silver nor Pikatwig own anything within this story except for any original concepts such as this particular story concept, and any original characters within. The rest belong to their respective owners such as Marvel Comics, DC Comics, Stan Lee, etc.
Years ago, in a little farm out in the middle of the countryside of Iowa, a young boy was sitting as his mother tended to his wounds as he sniffled.
"Oliver, you really need to stop trying to argue your father…" his mother told him.
"But he took my dinner from me," Oliver whimpered.
"I can make you a new dinner later," she offered, Oliver smiling in response before she finished bandaging him up, "Alright, let's go in and do that,"
Oliver sat with his mom and ate his dinner of pasta and chicken. His dad walked on over and muttered something to himself only to grab Oliver's food plate.
"Dear, you need to stop taking your son's food," Oliver's mom replied, taking the plate away from him and giving it to her son, but then he smacked her upside the head, "Ow!"
"I'll eat whatever I dang well please!" he said in a drunken stupor.
Oliver just hid under the table, his mom smacking his father's hand and face before he could take the plate again. He let out a small whimper in his fear over his mom and dad fighting and tried to keep out of sight.
His mother tried to make sure her son got to sleep, after her husband fell drunk in bed, "Go to sleep… go to sleep…"
"But what if dad tries to hurt me…" Oliver whimpered as his mother hugged him.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll stay here. I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you, ok?"
"...ok…"
He smiled as his mother hugged him and started to fall asleep, smiling softly as he dozed off. As he slept, though, his mom gave him a soft kiss on the forehead before she heard some clattering downstairs. She slowly walked down the stairs and saw a thief searching for something. When the thief noticed the woman, he quickly pulled out a gun and shot her.
"Mom?" Oliver asked as he slowly walked around, trying to find her upstairs, but when he got downstairs he saw his dad was sitting there and staring at his dead mom, "...mom?"
"She's… dead," his dad informed as he downed a liquor bottle, trying to drown his sorrows away, while Oliver snuck back up to his room and hid there.
However, his dad just cried over his dead wife and continued to drink and drink and drink some more, until his body went limp and he coughed up what was left before dying.
Oliver soon grabbed some of his things and followed a woman to an adoption agency that was still in Iowa. He was still crying, thinking about the death of his mom and how he wanted her to still be there, "...I miss my mom…"
"...I know it's hard, kid," the woman told him, trying to comfort him, "But hopefully we'll find you a new mom."
"...can I say goodbye to my mom?"
"Soon, I promise,"
Oliver whimpered a bit, but followed the woman to the agency.
Oliver had slowly grown used to being an orphan and found comfort in a plastic bow and arrow, practicing with it and a target in the backyard of the orphanage everyday out of boredom and later with great interest.
"Hi Oli," the adoption lady smiled.
"Hi," he responded, releasing the arrow from the bow, hitting the bullseye for the tenth time that day.
"That's impressive," she complimented, patting his head.
"Thanks," he smiled, "So have you found a new mom for me?"
"Not yet…" she told him.
Oliver sighed and hugged her a bit.
"Don't worry, we'll find you the right parents soon enough," she assured as she petted his head a bit, "So… why do you like that plastic bow?"
"My mom liked bows…" he informed, "It reminds me of her."
"I see. Having something to keep you calm does help,"
Oliver sat down on the porch and cuddled the plastic bow closely as the woman hugged him, "...you're like mom…"
"I… kinda knew her,"
"Really?"
"Yea… we were friends when we were… about your age, actually,"
"Wow…" Oliver gasped.
"I honestly miss her too," she said softly as she petted Oliver's head, the young boy sighing again as he hugged her, "But she lives on through you."
He smiled a little bit in response and slowly dozed off in her arms.
"Rest easy, Oli. I'll find you a home, I promise…"
The woman returned home and looked in a phone book before she sighed and looked to a picture of Oli.
"Dear, you ok?" her husband asked.
"I wish I could say yes, but… I'm concerned for Oli. I want him to have a happy home, but I can't…"
"...why not the two of us adopt him?"
This made her stare at her husband for a moment and then she realized how much it was a good idea.
"Mr. Charles Barton, you are a genius," she smiled as she kissed him.
The next day, Oliver was excited to be living with his mom's friend.
"Can I call you mom?" Oliver asked.
"Of course, Oli," she smiled as she guided him to the large building she lived in, "Here we are."
"...mom? Why are we here?"
"Because, Oli, I'm rich," she informed.
Oliver looked stunned by this as they entered the large building and he saw how huge it was, seeing many people at work as well as he was guided upstairs to a large room that was decorated with various things a kid his age would like. He gawked upon seeing all of the cartoon characters, video game characters, and stars and moons, "Wow…"
"This is your room," she told Oliver as he looked amazed and saw the plastic bow and arrow he had played around with at the orphanage, "I made sure to take that with me. You can use it all you want. Be sure you put the arrows away when you're down,"
"You're the best, mom," Oliver smiled as he hugged her.
She smiled happily and then let Oliver take his toy bow and fire an arrow, "Nice job."
"Thank you, mom," he smiled.
Four years went by, and Oliver, now age 14, was watching his mom and dad as they walked to a new building that his new adopted parents, the Bartons, had bought.
"Wow… this is so cool…" he gawked.
"Indeed it is," his mom smiled.
"I hope you want to live big Oli, because this place is almost three times as large as the old place," his dad added.
Oliver looked amazed smiled as he and his mom walked in, but a gunshot had sound and his dad fell to the ground.
"DAD!" he yelled in fear.
Oliver was suddenly getting flashbacks to the day he saw his birth mom died as his adopted mother held onto him close, "Mom… I'm scared…"
"Hang on, Oli, I'll keep you safe. Just stay with me and I'll make sure we keep living" she responded, clinging him close and ending up taking a bullet to the back.
"MOM!" he whimpered as the police arrived.
"Freeze!" they yelled at the gunman.
"He got my parents!" Oliver yelled in fear.
The police tried to corner the guy just as the ambulance arrived and began to get Oliver's parents to the hospital.
"Mom! Dad!" Oliver yelled as he ran into a room where his parents where being tended to, "Thank goodness… you're alright…"
"I'm afraid they aren't," a doctor told him.
"Huh?" Oliver whimpered in shock.
"The bullet wounds were fatal… hit them right in the heart…"
Oliver began to whimper as his mom motioned for him to speak to her, "Mom… please… please don't leave me…"
"I'm going to go join your birth mother in heaven…" she smiled.
"...I'll see you there… Martha…" her husband whispered.
"Don't you go too, dad…" Oliver said as tears flowed from his eyes, "I don't want to lose my parents again!"
However, he felt their hands get colder and colder by the second, as his dad passed first and his mom slowly turned to him.
"Mom… please no…" he said as tears streamed down from his eyes, "Please… don't leave me alone… you've been there for me for so long…"
"...I'll miss you… Oli…" she whispered as Oliver leaned close to her. She gave him a kiss to the forehead before she passed with a soft smile.
Oliver began to cry loudly and cling to his parents.
It had been seven years since that day and Oliver Barton became the runner of Barton Industries and was going to a playboy lifestyle. Similar to one Anthony Wayne, Oliver Barton started drinking his sorrows away and mingling with many women.
"So babe," Oliver started, his face red from the booze he drank as he spoke with a cute blonde, "What're you doing later tonight?"
"Working," she responded.
"Well, maybe you and I can go on a date?"
"I'm busy," she told her boss with a scoff.
"And I'm tellin' ya, Wayne, what's a girl like her doing rejectin' a guy like me?!" a still drunk Oliver spoke on the phone.
-I dunno… you know, maybe you should lay off the drinks a little, Barton. I can smell your breath over the line…-
"You're as bad as I am!"
-...true.-
Wayne just laughed with Oliver a little bit before
-Seriously, though, Oliver. I need your help to see if I can finish the weapons before I go to Russia.-
'Yea, no problem, Tony ol' pal, I'll give you some soon enough…"
Some days after that chat, Oliver was on a boat somewhere near the Philippines, having a small party on the boat as tried to flirt with a woman.
"Come on Ms. Ranga," he said, "You gotta be willing to date somebody…"
However, before he could get another word out, he suddenly started feeling a little seasick.
"Ugh… actually… hang on, I gotta go inside for a moment…"
However, before he could even get to the stairs, he started to pass out on the railing near the edge of the ship, before a rough wave sent him off the side…
Oliver soon washed up on an island and coughed out some of the seawater, looking up to see he was stuck on a deserted island, "My head… what the…?"
He gawked, looking around at the scene before him, seeing pretty much nothing but a jungle past the beach he was on.
"Where am I?" he wondered before managing to get up to his feet and saw some loose material lying around, "Hmm…"
He grabbed some of the scrap metal and propped it up to make a makeshift shelter, and then grabbed one of the coconuts that fell on the ground, cracking it against a rock before drinking it's contents.
"Ok, Oli. Let's evaluate what's going on. You're alone on an island, not recognizable from first glance, and you have no clue when someone will rescue you," he noted to himself before sighing, "First thing I need to do is make sure I can survive on this place until I can get help."
Oliver looked around and saw some strings and metal that he could make a bow out of, so he managed to bend the metal and fashion the string around it to form a bow. Next he took some of the straightest branches he could find, carving them into arrows with some feathers and metal tips.
"Well the good news is I'm good with a bow, so I won't go hungry if I find something to hunt should I resort to it."
He simply grabbed a large leaf from a palm tree and then used it as a makeshift blanket. Soon after he prepared a small fire by him to keep himself warm.
"Thank goodness dad gave me those survival lessons…"
With a yawn, Oli then grabbed a rock to act as a pillow and dosed off.
Next day, Oliver awoke and cracked open another nearby coconut to drink and eat before hearing a rustling nearby. He then grabbed his makeshift bow and quiver of arrows before he snuck around and saw it was a small bird. He was ready to strike it before he saw it take food up to a small nest of baby birds, making him slowly stop his attempt. He sighed a bit, walking away to try and find a new quarry to take down for food. Most of his attempts went unsuccessful due to misses or due to the animal having families to go back to. Eventually, he was about to give up and turn back before hearing another noise, nothing at all like the wildlife he was seeing so far. He waited, but the source of the sound was one before he could see it.
"...I must be hearing things…" he sighed as he walked over to the water and stared at it.
He pulled out an empty bottle before having more coconut water, before he saw a fish bounce out. He quickly caught the fish and smiled.
"At least I'll be eating something now," he smiled, returning to his campsite.
This process repeated for about four weeks, Oli quickly getting used to this lifestyle, occasionally hearing the odd non-wildlife noises until on his 30th day on the island he decided to investigate. The bird family that had been around since his second day decided to help him out and helped guide him towards the sound. With that, they found some people on the island in the middle of what looked like smuggling.
"Man, this stuff is gonna get us some big bucks!" a person with an English accent said as he placed down a crate filled with something pretty heavy.
"Keep quiet. We don't know who could be spying on us," a person with a gruff brooklyn accent shushed.
"C'mon, mates. Who'd be listenin' to us all the way out 'ere?" a third man with an aussie accent added.
Oliver gave a look and the bird motioned towards a computer of sorts, the young archer spying it before deciding to sneak around to get rid of the firearms that they had before doing anything. Staying in the undergrowth, he removed and disposed of every weapon they had before firing a shot at the drug.
"What was that?!" the English accent guy gasped.
"Iron Bat?!" the third man gulped.
"Don't be stupid. Since when would the Iron Bat come all the way out here when he's busy in Gotham?" the brooklyn man scoffed before he got hit by a smoke bomb arrow and they were all taken down.
"Mr. Barton!" an employee of his company gasped upon the boat's arrival, "You're ok!"
Oliver sighed in response before he got off the boat, "Yea, I'm fine."
As Oliver walked into the boat, the bird and its family flew into it and rested onto Oliver's head.
"What's with the birds?" the employee asked.
"What?" he asked.
"There are birds on your head," the employee spoke up.
"Oh. They helped me out and I guess they didn't want to leave me hanging," he guessed.
When Oliver got back home, he was relaxing in his building and smiled at the family of four brown birds that he let fly around him, "I'm glad you came with me."
One of the birds landed on Oli's forearm and handed him a feather.
"Thank you…" he smiled as he set the feather by his bow, but then looked at it a bit, "...what should I do now? It's not like I can simply go back to booze. Hmm… I wonder… should I become someone like this Iron Bat I've heard so much about?"
He looked over a newspaper in thought and then at his bow with a soft smile as the idea formed.
Oliver now stood in a green and purple costume that resembled an armored version of Robin Hood, including the hat with a hawk feather, "I am… Green… uh… Green… uh…"
One of the hawks that were helping him landed on his shoulder and he got the perfect name idea, "...Green Hawk."
Pikatwig: The Green Hawk is now here.
KKD: That was a pretty cool origin story.
Pikatwig: Oli got some of Hawkeye's luck, but then became a hero. Oh, something I remembered while we were writing this, is that an incarnation of Hawkeye is officially a member of the Justice League.
KKD: Seriously?
Pikatwig: Yep. During some Marvel/DC crossover, Hawkeye saved both worlds and was made a member of the Justice League.
KKD: Huh… and yet Spidey couldn't due to being turned down by Batman.
Pikatwig: Which, based on looking at the cover, was due to him "letting Uncle Ben die".
KKD: Really Bats? How was he supposed to know that could happen?
Pikatwig: Actually, looking at the cover again, it was the Flash who brought it up. ...and your attempt to stop the death of your mother ended up rebooting the DC universe.
KKD: Sheesh… anyway, back to Green Hawk.
Pikatwig: Considering that we're trying to make this a series for all ages, Green Arrow's habit of torture will not be transferred. ...no seriously, that's mentioned in not only his Death Battle with Hawkeye, but also in Arrow. And, while Batman and Superman don't exist in the Arrow/Flash world (Superman is indeed in Supergirl's Earth), one could interpret a conversation between them as similar to Batman and Superman. ...I just bring this up because I just read it while doing some research.
KKD: I see.
Pikatwig: Part of the reason the hawks helped him were due to Hawkeye being mentioned to have some hearing issues. Heck, if the hearing-aids that Tony gave him stop working, Hawkeye would lose 80% of his hearing.
KKD: That is a real pain, especially for a superhero.
Pikatwig: And the hawks were there to help the 'hawk' part of the title. ...where'd the name 'Hawkeye' come from?
KKD: Not sure. *looks it up* According to what I found, it could be related to how his eye is as sharp as a hawk's, or it could be an allusion to Iowa's nickname, the Hawkeye State, a name popularized by two promoters from Burlington, or so the story goes.
Pikatwig: Alright. So… favorite part?
KKD: Hmm… gotta be that island part where we showed him working to survive.
Pikatwig: I liked the part where he didn't hurt the hawk family. It was really cute.
KKD: Yea, that's true.
Pikatwig: Anyway, next time is the second volume of World's Finest, where a new hero will debut. Want a hint? Well… an amazing man once said "To achieve great things one must sacrifice stability and push one's limit past sanity." Figure out where that quote came from and you got your path to who Green Hawk is teaming up with.
KKD: Not sure if that was a real quote beyond where I know you got it, but ok.
Pikatwig: Just Live More.
KKD: Jaa ne.
