Empty Warehouse, Star City, Night, Earth 31

Connor Hawke, the Green Arrow, managed to successfully knock out the last of Prometheus's henchmen. He had successfully lured them into the abandoned warehouse, except it wasn't abandoned. He had set it up so that at any moment he could seal it off any and all entries and exit points with solid steel doors, additionally, he had detonated an EMP to disable Prometheus and his goons' tech; leaving them only with their skills and non-electronic equipment. Turning around, Connor saw Prometheus himself. The outfit he was wearing was almost an exact replica of the original Prometheus, minus the shades of purple added to the black color scheme and the glowing eyes beneath the tattered mask; though underneath the mask was the incredible tech that he personally designed.

Lowering his hood and removing his domino mask, Connor looked on at the man in front of him. "All your cronies are either dead or out cold, it's just me you and me now ... brother." He told him as Prometheus began to remove his mask as well.

Slabside Penitary, Day, Many Years Ago

While Oliver wouldn't say he was friends with Ben Turner aka The Bronze Tiger, they had become allies of a sort and Oliver certainly did not want him to die. Letting Turner use him as a crutch, Oliver eventually came to an abandoned cell and put the man on the cell's mattress. Holding his side, Turner looked at where he was stabbed and knew it wasn't good.

"Urgh, you know ... I always thought I might die in prison." Turner grimaced.

"That's not going happen Turner." Oliver reminded him as he looked around the cell frantically, hoping to find something to patch him up.

"Come on, Queen. I know your naive but your not an idiot." Turner countered in between his breaths, as they were becoming more labored. "Cough, well ... not completely."

"Turner you need to hold on," Oliver told him.

"Nah, I think I'm done," Ben replied sadly. "Listen ... I don't have friends, it's sorta a liability in my line of work. Not that you're a friend ... I don't even like you all that much." Turner chuckled as he was starting to cough up some blood. "But you're okay Queen ... you're a decent guy. I need you to promise me something."

"What?"

"I need you to look after my little hawk, my son," Turner revealed.

"I didn't know you had a son?" Oliver said surprised.

"I paid a lot of money to make sure you didn't ... that no one would. Being a merc's son, wouldn't want him to used against me ... or worse." Turner explained. "My old man was never there for me ... never gave a dime. I promised myself ... that my son would know me, that he'd be provided for. Listen, just check in on him once in a while, alright. Make sure ... he has someone who can help him out if ever gets into a tight spot. Just promise me that ... okay, Oliver." He pleaded as his breathing became more desperate.

"You have my word," Oliver assured him.

"Huh, he's ... he's a good kid. Nothing like me, well, not the worst of me." Turner said.

"What's his name?"

"Connor ... Connor Hawke," Turner answered as he finally closed his eyes, succumbing to blood loss.

"Turner! Ben!" Oliver shouted as he shook his fellow cellmate, trying to get him to wake up but to no avail. Looking down for a second, Oliver eventually got to his feet and left the cell. The first thing he would do after he got out of prison would be to hug his son, William. But after that, he would need to track down Turner's boy. But right now ... now he was going finish off Ricardo Diaz, for good this time.

Oliver's Apartment, Daytime

It took a while but ARGUS had eventually managed to locate Connor and his mother, Sandra Hawke, in Detroit. Unfortunately, however, Turner's predictions came true. A couple of Turner's old enemies had managed to track down his son and his mother, Oliver managed to keep Connor safe but in the end, he couldn't save Sandra. Looking at Connor, and realizing the boy just lost both his parents now and practically had no other family; Oliver managed to pull some strings and offered Connor to stay with him and William.

"Okay, Connor, huh ... this is my home," Oliver said as he opened the door and as he and Connor entered. "Hum, I uh, I haven't gotten a chance to set up a room for you yet so you can take my room and I'll take the couch." He offered.

"Fine, whatever," Connor said uncaringly.

"Dad," William said as he entered the room and then hugged him. "Who's this?" He asked as he parted noticing the small black kid behind his father.

"This is Connor, he's gonna be staying with us for a while; maybe longer," Oliver told him.

"Nice to meet you, Connor," William said reaching out his hand but Connor just brushed him off and went past him to his room. "Well, he's friendly." He said sarcastically and look at his father. "He okay?"

"No ... he's not. Sit down, son." Oliver answered sadly as he went to the couch intending to explain everything that was going on with Connor.

Arrowcave Bunker, Night

The months that followed upon Connor's arrival were difficult, to say the least, though thankfully he had some experience given what William was like after losing his mother. Like his son, Connor was sullen and withdrawn for the first couple of months. But unlike, William, eventually, the young boy got angry and started lashing out at others. In the past month or so, Connor had gotten into numerous fights almost every week of school. At first, Oliver tried punishing him but that didn't work and Connor even pulled the "you're not my Dad" card on the Emerald Archer. Gradually, Oliver got an idea but he wasn't sure if it was a good one but Connor responded to grief differently than William; so he needed a different response.

"Whoa," Connor could only utter in amazement as he entered the Arrowcave Bunker; he couldn't deny how cool it looked.

"Pretty cool, huh," Oliver commented.

"I guess, so ... what's my punishment for getting suspended this week?" Connor asked. "You gonna take away my stuff again?."

"No, obviously that isn't working ... so we're gonna try something different," Oliver answered and went over to his archery station. And gave Connor a green and brown recurve bow, one that would match Connor's age and height. "Here. This is for you."

"So I get in trouble and your solution is to give me a bow, which I don't know how to use by the way," Connor remarked.

"In a way, you see that archery stand," Oliver said pointing at the stand so Connor could see it. "I'll make you a deal if you can hit the bullseye just once by the end of the day; I won't punish you, okay."

"You got yourself a deal," Connor said thinking how hard could it be. Connor took the bow and grabbed an arrow at the nearby table. Connor initially struggled to put the arrow on the bowstring but he eventually got it. Pulling it back Connor took aim and fired, but it completely missed the archery stand; just like Oliver knew he would. "Shit," Connor said Oliver knew the kid picked some very adult words at a young age.

It had been an hour since Connor started shooting and each time he missed the bullseye, and with each time the boy grew more and more frustrated. As Connor fired and missed again, he threw the boy on the ground and huffed in anger. "Giving up, already?" Oliver commented as he took the bow from the ground.

"I've spent an hour trying to hit that stupid red dot and I've missed every time," Connor yelled.

Taking the kid's bow, Oliver took one of the small arrows, notched it, and then released it; it hit the center naturally. Turning to Connor the kid tried to not look impressed but was. "Do you wanna the trick to using a bow and arrow?" Oliver asked with a big grin on his face. "Patience and Discipline. You kept missing the target because you were too angry and impatient. If you tried to calm yourself, take a minute you might've been able to hit the target by now." He lectured.

"Well, then I'll never hit it. Cause I'm angry all the time." Connor snarked as he took a seat at the steps. "My mom's gone ... and it's my dad's fault. Only I can't yell at him because he's gone too." He said bitterly. "You wouldn't get it."

"Actually, Connor I do get it," Oliver assured him as he took a seat next to him. "I lost my mother too. I was older than you when she died but ... it still hurt losing her ... watching her die." He explained and Connor found himself listening to his guardian. "I also know what it's like to have a father that has disappointed you. My father was like yours ... he made a lot of questionable life choices that hurt a lot of people, including me. And I've spent most of my life trying to move past all the mistakes he left behind for me. So I know what it's like to be angry at your father ... to resent him even."

"Did you ever stop hating him? Did you ever stop being angry?" Connor reluctantly asked him.

"To my dad ... yeah, eventually. Because I knew whatever his faults he loved me. Just like your father did, it's why he asked me to check in on you and your mom. And just like my father, yours believed you could be a better man than him." Oliver told him. "As for you being angry, I don't know if that'll ever go away ... but I know of a way to help you manage it if you'll let me."

Soaking in his words, the kid eventually spoke up. "So ... can I try again?" Connor asked.

"Sure," Oliver replied and gave him the bow again, and immediately took aim. "Remember patience and discipline. Imagine where you want the arrow to go, breath, and then release." He said and counted the seconds as Connor drew back and held it for a good 30 seconds at least. Eventually, the arrow was released, and it hit the stand but was only an inch or two from the bullseye.

"Nice job." Oliver complimented the kid

"I still didn't hit it." Connor reminded him.

"You will if you keep your anger under control." He reminded the kid and held his hand up for a high-five which Connor smiled and high-fived it.

Empty Warehouse, Star City, Night, Present

Looking at the face of his bearded adoptive brother, Connor still had a hard time believing that the boy he grew up with ... who helped him through his grief as much as their father did was standing in front of him as a twisted enemy. "You know Connor, I really don't want to do this ... all you have to do is just surrender and never put on that hood again, and I'll let you walk away from this," William told his brother calmly.

"We both know that's not gonna happen, Will." Connor reminded him and slowly the two started circling each other. "You know ... I remember when you first realized that you were gay, and how scared you were. You were scared that dad would reject you, that he would be ashamed of you. Ashamed that the Green Arrow would have a gay son. Do you remember what I told you when I figured it out?" He asked rhetorically.

"Yes. You told me that there was nothing-nothing that could make my Dad ashamed of me." William answered as he surprisingly felt a sense of fond nostalgia.

"Well, I just tell you that I was wrong," Connor said bitterly. "Because everything that you've done up 'til now, ever since you put that damn mask on, Dad would be ashamed of you! Of the man you become! For God's sake William, you're wearing the mask of the man who murdered your mother!" He yelled.

Pausing for a moment, William looked at his mask and knew exactly why he donned it in the first place. "You know I still have nightmares about it ... about my mother dying, Lian Yu, and ... Prometheus. I was scared for years. But I took that fear, that trauma, and turned it into a weapon ... my weapon. But also for another reason." He explained.

"Which is what?"

"That Prometheus ... Adrian Chase ... he was right about dad, that everything that Oliver Queen ever touched falls to ruin and dies because of him. Prometheus was a monster of Dad's own making ... so in a way, he is just as responsible for murdering my mother as that lunatic." William told his brother adamantly.

"Oh, that is such crap-"

"Is it!" William cut him off immediately. "Our moms, your dad, ... Zoe, and everyone else in Dad's vicinity died because he was there. Have even you even stopped to think about what you might right now if Dad stayed out of our lives? Cause I sure have. All the time."

"I thought about what my life might be without Oliver Queen. And considering my family tree, I'd either be dead or a criminal just like my other dad." Connor answered with little hesitation.

"He turned you into his weapon for his sanctimonious crusade. Like so many others." William countered.

"Maybe he did. Put at least he pointed me in the right direction, instead of going down the same path as my dad. And you know what? Because he did I've been able to save people, save this city, and now ... now it looks like I have to save it from you." Connor said with a note of sadness at the end.

"That's where your wrong, bro. In the beginning, our dad came to the city to right his father's wrongs, and now I'm gonna do the same. I'm gonna tear down all the chaos the Green Arrow caused and then ... then this city will truly be saved." William corrected him.

"You'll have to go through me too, cause I'm the Green Arrow now." Connor reminded diluted brother.

"Done!" William said and throw a shuriken at Connor who managed to deflect with his bow, as the sons of Oliver Queen began their final clash.

Authors Notes: Even though Connor is supposed to be Oliver's son in comics, I actually really enjoyed the initial version of him in Legends of Tomorrow, as "Star City 2046" was my favorite episode of Legends Season 1 and the best Arrow episode during Season 4 even though it wasn't really an Arrow episode. I just found the parallels between Oliver and Connor to be pretty awesome as they both became vigilantes because they both feel like they failed their fathers. Even though they changed Connor's status due to the episode being on a parallel Earth, I still thought Connor was a pretty chill dude and I have to admit Arrow really screwed him over Post-Crisis as he's now a struggling addict instead of the badass secret agent as seen in the Backdoor Pilot of the Spinoff.

This version of Connor being Oliver's adopted son instead of Diggle's is based on Roy Harper since in the comics he's often depicted as Oliver's adopted son. Since Oliver bonded with Bronze Tiger/Ben Turner in prison, I could sorta picture Turner asking Oliver to look after his son if he was dying and desperate enough. Speaking of comics, Connor Hawke has officially returned and is set to appear in Joshua Williamson's upcoming Robin series where he faces off against Damian Wayne in a martial arts tournament. I'm both excited and nervous to see what Connor's new origin will be in the comics now, but mostly I'm looking forward to seeing the Son of Batman vs the Son of Green Arrow, so excited!

Portraying William as the new Prometheus has been an idea I've had for a while that I've been meaning to write down. When you think about it, William has really had it rough being Oliver's son and while I'm not blaming Oliver, but he himself hasn't always made the best decisions regarding his son. So these factors plus William's trauma from Chase's actions, I could see a version of William becoming a supervillain to torment his father. As for why William goes by Prometheus, think of it as a Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd thing. Both characters taking their personal fears and turning them into weapons, Bats for Bruce and the Joker for Jason. Also, William as this version of Prometheus uses incredible futuristic technology like the comic book version; instead of being a psychological warfare expert like Chase.

In comics, Earth 31 is the Earth of Frank Miller's Batman from The Dark Knight Returns; arguably the greatest graphic novel of all time.