Author's note: I deleted the weird reviews from earlier, since they had nothing to do with my story and therefore had no business being on it. Anyway, story time.
"Come on, you guys! Get that stuff in here, and let's get going before he shows up!"
"You got it, boss!"
Daniel "The Brick" Brickwell stood between a van and a bank in Star City, looking over his shoulders at the surrounding buildings, just in case. His men were carrying money out of the bank.
"Come on, you call that quick? I call it lazy. Get moving! We don't have much time left!"
He turned around, only to find that his driver had slumped over. Something hit the wall next to one of the other men. An arrow. It exploded, sending the man flying.
"He's here!"
Green Arrow leapt to the roof of the bank, and fired a tranquilizer arrow at another of the Brick's thugs. The two carrying the money ran outside and pulled handguns, only for Ollie to drop down on one and club the other with his bow, leaving Brick alone.
"How about the two of us have a little chat?" he said, pulling out an explosive arrow.
Brick cracked his knuckles.
"Sure… A 'chat.'"
Ollie let the arrow fly, hitting Brick in the shoulder. Brick charged, but the arrow detonated pushing him back. Green Arrow shot several more times, but Brick simply batted the arrows aside.
"Ha! You think those can stop… can… stop… mmmeeee…"
Brick fell unconscious and Green Arrow put on a gas mask.
"No, but knockout gas can."
Green Arrow entered the small room in the Queen Industries tower which served as a secondary base of operations and armory closer to the city than the Arrowcave*.
"That wasn't too difficult."
A deep, harsh voice came from behind him, near the door.
"Arrow."
"What the…"
Batman stepped towards him as he turned around.
"We need your help."
*I am not making this up. Green Arrow's base is actually called the Arrowcave. I swear. Look it up if you don't believe me.