Green Arrow, Justice League of America. I'm here to help. Hello there, folks. Oliver Queen here, the best archer you'll ever see. ((This is the Green Arrow to the Batman Inc. role play group.))
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Reblog this if you RP as Green Arrow or Black Canary.
I’d like to make a masterpost on my blog so no Canary goes without an Arrow!
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I just want to say I'm proud of my kids.
Conner, Mia, and Roy; I do love you kids so much.
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He dug around in Dinah's dresser to find something "comfortable" for her. Well was a mission on its self. He didn't know what she thought was comfortable. For all he knew wearing nothing was comfortable to Dinah. He manage to pull out a simple silk night gown.
He heard the rushing of the bed sheets behind him, he smirk. He might actually get lucky tonight night.
He turned to find Dinah under her sheets and holding a bit up around her chest. He asked if the gown would worked for her, handing the night gown to her. As she grabbed it he didn't let go so the only thing that he could do was fall on the bed still holding the night gown.
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“I don’t know what your thinking, I’m just helping your get to bed. Jeez always having to have a dirty mind.” Oliver smirked to his beloved. He was going to try and at least get something from this visit but was fine if it wasn’t going to be much.
After being over here so many times, he had memorized were things were placed on the ground and were all the furniture was. He placed Dinah back on her bed.
“Now my pretty bird, it’s time to go to sleep. But first you need to get ready, you can’t be sleep in your costume. It’s not the most comfortable thing to do. And I’ve seen what your fishnets do when you leave them on all night.”
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I would wonder how Baldy got his locks back.
What if Lex Luther looked like this again?
I don’t think I’d be able to hold a straight face again.
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"I don't know what your thinking, I'm just helping your get to bed. Jeez always having to have a dirty mind." Oliver smirked to his beloved. He was going to try and at least get something thing from this visit bet was fine if it wasn't going to be much.
After being over here so many times, he had memorized were things were placed on the ground and were all the furniture was. He placed Dinah back on her bed.
"Now my pretty bird, it's time to go to sleep. But first you need to get ready, you can't be sleep in your costume. It's not the most comfortable thing to do. And I've seen what your fishnets do when you leave them on all night."
Morning gifts
It had been a long night of crime fighting and all Dinah wanted to do was crash on her comfortable bed that was screaming for her to come to it. She dropped her boots next to the bed and looked in the mirror in the dresser. She looked closely at her face examining the damages she had gotten from the rough night. She had taken quit a blow to the cheek from some low-life punk, the bruise was starting to form. Foundation, you are my best friend, she thought to herself as she lightly poked at were she was socked in the face. She noticed that her roots were starting to show and you could start to see her natural dark hair. Thankful it was still unnoticeable enough unless you really got in her face.
“Guess I’m going to have to go to the store to by some touch-up.” Dinah sighed as she pulled away from the mirror. The idea of a vacation sounded so grand. But it was very unlikely with the way her life was, helping out with the League, working with the Birds of Prey. “Crap!” She forget to give Dove a call and looked over at the answering machine on the night stand. The light was blinking, indicating she had messages and knowing her luck it was going to be just one or two.
She plopped down on the bed making a heavy thud. She looked at the machine, 14 messages, it made her wonder how many missed calls she had gotten today. Dinah pressed the play button, throwing the rest of her body on the bed so she could finally have some sort of rest for the day. The first message was Oliver as always. He’d always call just to tell her he loved her. She was so used to this routine every night that the delete message button was like pressing the power button on the remote. As the other messages went on she could hear her mother, Dr. Midnight multiple times, Dove twice, Hawk, and a few old high school friends asking if she was going to come to the high school reunion this year.
She could feel sleep creeping up on her quickly. Her pillow was feeling like heaven when she heard a faint knocking at the door. She looked at her alarm clock, it was 4:00 am and swore under breath. She was at the point of falling asleep and someone had to bother her now. She picked up her bathrobe that was on the floor in the hall. Wrapping her self in the rob since she was still in her crime fighting attire. She cracked the door open a bit to find Oliver Queen at the door smiling in costume.
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Dinah is on a mission with Nightwing and Oracle?
Bats! Your boy better take care of her.
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Oliver knew that standing out in the hall of Black Canary's apartment complex in his Green Arrow outfit was probably not the best idea. But he wanted to have some fun with her. It had been some time since they got to have some "them" time.
When she opened the door, he gave her a big smile, but she didn't seem too happy to see him. "Hey there, Pretty Bird. Rough night?" Giving his signature grin at her.
When Dinah opened the door all the way, he walked in to get this night started. But it looked like the night was going to not start off as planned because as soon as the door shut she got snippy with him.
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It had been a long night of crime fighting and all Dinah wanted to do was crash on her comfortable bed that was screaming for her to come to it. She dropped her boots next to the bed and looked in the mirror in the dresser. She looked closely at her face examining the damages she had gotten from the rough night. She had taken quit a blow to the cheek from some low-life punk, the bruise was starting to form. Foundation, you are my best friend, she thought to herself as she lightly poked at were she was socked in the face. She noticed that her roots were starting to show and you could start to see her natural dark hair. Thankful it was still unnoticeable enough unless you really got in her face.
“Guess I’m going to have to go to the store to by some touch-up.” Dinah sighed as she pulled away from the mirror. The idea of a vacation sounded so grand. But it was very unlikely with the way her life was, helping out with the League, working with the Birds of Prey. “Crap!” She forget to give Dove a call and looked over at the answering machine on the night stand. The light was blinking, indicating she had messages and knowing her luck it was going to be just one or two.
She plopped down on the bed making a heavy thud. She looked at the machine, 14 messages, it made her wonder how many missed calls she had gotten today. Dinah pressed the play button, throwing the rest of her body on the bed so she could finally have some sort of rest for the day. The first message was Oliver as always. He’d always call just to tell her he loved her. She was so used to this routine every night that the delete message button was like pressing the power button on the remote. As the other messages went on she could hear her mother, Dr. Midnight multiple times, Dove twice, Hawk, and a few old high school friends asking if she was going to come to the high school reunion this year.
She could feel sleep creeping up on her quickly. Her pillow was feeling like heaven when she heard a faint knocking at the door. She looked at her alarm clock, it was 4:00 am and swore under breath. She was at the point of falling asleep and someone had to bother her now. She picked up her bathrobe that was on the floor in the hall. Wrapping her self in the rob since she was still in her crime fighting attire. She cracked the door open a bit to find Oliver Queen at the door smiling in costume.
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Didn't mean to offend Arrow. Just wondering. Always questions.
I understand.
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Green is the color associated with members of a sub-sect of the Free Masons. Specifically they deal in assassinations. You wear green... any relation to this?
What are you talking about? I don't kill, expect for Prometheus that was a different story.
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((Hey guys just want to let you know I may be getting more Green Arrow comics to add to my collection.))
((Kinda of a small birthday gift from my parents))
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