What if I was the Green Arrow

Allies and Enemies

The city streets blurred below Adrian as he perched high above them. His conversation with Diggle replayed in his mind.

"Save this city."

Easier said than done.

The First Move

Adrian tracked Kirk Adamson's movements for days, piecing together patterns and weak spots.

Tonight, Kirk's crew was meeting at an abandoned warehouse on 5th and Clover. It wasn't a robbery this time—it was a drop-off.

Guns. Drugs. Power.

The shipment was Kirk's biggest move yet.

Adrian double-checked his gear. Bow? Ready. Arrows? Sharpened. Smoke bombs? Loaded.

But as he prepared to leave, Diggle's voice echoed in his head:

"You can't do this alone."

Watch me.

Adrian stayed low, moving across the rooftop as the gang loaded crates into trucks.

His eyes locked on Kirk.

After all these years, the man still looked untouchable—slick suit, gold watch, and a smirk that screamed arrogance.

But not tonight.

Adrian fired his first shot.

The lights in the warehouse shattered, plunging the area into darkness.

Shouts erupted as Kirk's men scrambled for cover.

Adrian struck fast.

A punch to the gut. An arrow to the leg. One by one, they fell.

But then—

Click.

A gun pressed against his back.

"Drop it," a voice said.

Adrian froze.

The Trap

"Nice of you to show up," Kirk said, stepping out of the shadows.

Adrian turned his head slightly. The man holding the gun was the cop he'd seen earlier—the one dealing with Kirk's crew.

"Looks like the hero's finally out of tricks," Kirk sneered.

Adrian's heart raced, but he kept his expression calm.

"Funny," he said. "I was about to say the same thing."

Kirk laughed. "You think you're clever? You're alone. No backup. No plan."

Adrian smirked.

"Who said I'm alone?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the windows shattered as smoke bombs dropped from the ceiling.

Diggle.

In the chaos, Adrian spun, disarming the cop and taking him down with a swift kick.

Kirk bolted for the exit.

"Not this time," Adrian growled.

Adrian pursued Kirk through the alleyways.

Rain poured, slicking the pavement, but he didn't stop.

Kirk fired a shot over his shoulder, narrowly missing.

Adrian rolled behind cover, drew his bow, and let an arrow fly.

It struck Kirk's hand, forcing him to drop the gun.

"Stop!" Adrian yelled, pinning him against the wall.

Kirk glared.

"You think this ends with me?"

Adrian's grip tightened.

"It ends tonight."

But Kirk just laughed.

"You have no idea what's coming.

The Warning

Back at Adrian's hideout, Diggle patched up his wounds.

"You're reckless," Diggle said, shaking his head.

Adrian winced as the stitches tightened.

"But effective."

Diggle didn't smile.

"Kirk's not the top of the food chain. Whatever operation he's running? He's just a middleman."

Adrian clenched his fists.

"Then we go after whoever's above him."

Diggle raised an eyebrow.

"We?"

Adrian hesitated but nodded.

"If we're going to save this city, I'll need help."

Diggle grinned.

"About time."

The Island

The waves crashed against the shore as Adrian staggered toward the wreckage of a ship.

He was weak. Starving.

But survival wasn't an option—it was a necessity.

Slade's voice echoed again.

"If you hesitate, you die."

Adrian stood on the rooftop, staring at the city lights.

Kirk's words haunted him.

"You have no idea what's coming."

Adrian didn't know what Kirk meant.

But he was ready to find out.

Because this wasn't just about revenge anymore.

It was about redemption.

Adrian grabbed the makeshift bow and arrow he'd carved from driftwood.

A wild boar emerged from the trees.

Adrian aimed.

Breathe. Focus.

The arrow flew—and struck its target.

For the first time since washing up on the island, Adrian didn't feel helpless.