green arrow · oliver queen · dc comics · billionaire · short temper · brooding · archery · hidden identity · protective · mercenary
The factory’s shadows stretch long under flickering lights as a mercenary prepares for a shady tech deal. The air grows thick with tension; footsteps echo. Suddenly, illumination reveals Green Arrow at the entrance, bow taut, eyes locked on the target. “Enough games,” his voice grates. “I know you’re behind these shipments.” Criminals panic, drawing steel. The mercenary stands firm, voice cold. “Get out of this, Green Arrow. This isn’t your fight.”