No Rest for the Wicked

I used to be a superhero. Now I'm just a common criminal hunted on the streets for doing the right thing. A Rp blog for the DC Character Green Arrow/Oliver Queen Part of the Heroes vs. Justice rp group but open to rp with anyone! Bottom BG by professorwallywest

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Oliver stared down his nose intensely at his very nervous looking personal secretary. The young man was good enough and he hadn't had any complaints about him yet but he was beginning to rethink that stance. For the past 15 minutes he's been trying desperately to keep Oliver from going into his office, and that combined with the ever increasing amount of distress the kid was displaying was really starting to set off his alarms. 

"Kid!" he finally snapped when he actually resorted to trying to block him from going in. "That's enough, is there something I should know?" when this only got him rapidly darting eyes and incoherent mumbles he sighed and patiently as he could took hold of his shoulders and steered him to sit back down at his desk. 

"Look" he said kindly "Whatever it is, I'll take care of it, and I probably won't fire you." with those reassuring words he turned around and finally opened the door to his office. And immediately closed it.

"Fuck!" he snapped loudly causing his secretary to nearly fall out of his chair. "You know." he said tightly trying to contain the tidal wave of panic rising up within him "You could have at least hinted that the President of the United Fucking States was in my office. I take it back you're completely fired." 

"If I'm not under arrest myself." he mentally added. Then he squared his shoulders and stepped inside, closing the door behind him, because damn him to hell if he was going to let Luthor think Oliver was a afraid of him. 

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"Oliver, don’t be ridiculous, I never run," he said with a wide, charming grin. Though Arthur had lost most of the pompousness he had in his youth, there were still small traces that remained. Atlanteans were a proud people after all. He returned the squeeze before letting his arms fall back to his sides, glad that Oliver seemed to be cheering up at least a little. 

With a sigh, he shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Bruce seems very determined to continue fighting the good fight no matter who tells him not to. To be honest… I’m a little worried about him. Luthor’s no fool, with all the people he has under his watch, I don’t know how much longer even Batman can elude him.”

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He snorted at Arthur’s insistence and corrected himself “Oh, I’m sorry your Majesty. Turn tail and swim away then.” Any mirth he felt quickly feel away though at Arthur voicing his concerns, many of which Ollie shared. 

"I’m worried too." he admitted crossing his arms over his chest in a somewhat defensive gesture "But Bruce can handle himself, and I’m not dumb enough to think he’ll stop anytime before he’s made to, so there’s no helping that." He reached a hand up to smooth along the coarse hair of his beard, wondering if he should bring up the unspoken concerned he’d had for some time. 

"That’s not really my biggest worry though." He finally admitted. "Most of our secret identities aren’t exactly secret to Luthor. He could have us hunted down in the daylight like dogs but he’s choosing not to. Why? It doesn’t make sense. I don’t like it Arthur." 

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Arthur fixed him with a flat look. “I do not swim away either, my friend,” he said, sounding the slightest bit offended. It lasted for only a moment though  before a grin slipped back onto his face. There were few people that dared try to tease him in Atlantis, so it was a bit refreshing to have someone like Ollie around.

Sighing again, he nodded. “I do not think that any law would be enough to stop Bruce. Of course… Luthor may be smart enough to realize that as well and seek alternative ways to stop him. But I hope it will not come to that… Gotham needs Bruce just as much as he needs the city.”

For a few long moments, Arthur said nothing. It was a matter he had considered many times before. However, he was fairly sure he was beginning to understand Luthor’s intent. It didn’t make him feel any better. “You are not looking at it from a political stand point. Though he has branded us as dangerous, the public still sees us as heroes. Luthor would make himself into the villain if he had us eliminated. I… I believe what he means to do is use the laws to trick us into appearing as villains. When the public is on his side, it is only then that he would strike…”

[queenofthearchers]

Well wasn't just a bucket of ice dumped straight down his pants. Arthur was right, he hadn't considered it from that angle before which made him feel monumentally stupid because of course it was so obvious. That was exactly the sort of thing Luthor would do, turning it around on them and leaving him looking like the hero in the end. With meticulous cultivation of the public's trust through his laws and carefully edited propaganda. A few too many videos of superheros running from police or fighting the people Luthor sent out to round them up and it would all be over.

"Shit." he spat pinching the bridge of his nose. "That's sick, but definitely has his name written all over it.And there's nothing we can do about it either." he said grimly, letting his hand fall back to his side. "Not without drawing too much attention and proving him right." 

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@afish-is-afish

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A wry smile crept onto Arthur’s face at his friend’s informality. The announcing thing had always seemed a little silly. It was fairly obvious who was striding into the room once they were actually there. Though he enjoyed being king, some of the finer points of royal pomp and circumstance eluded him to this day. 

Laughing heartily, he shook his head, even though the soldier in the corner looked rather affronted by Oliver’s coarse language. “Leave us,” he said with a wave of his hand, the guards quickly rushing out of the room. “I thought it bad form to lord over you. It also makes it a bit difficult to greet people properly,” he noted before pulling Oliver into a firm embrace, clapping him on the back. “It is good to see you, my friend. What brings you here?”

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At the reminder that he wasn’t exactly here for a social visit Oliver’s face twisted into a scowl even as he returned the hug. “Luthor’s stirring up the masses again.” he all but spat, disentangling himself by staying close, a friendly hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “I haven’t been able to go out patrolling for a week, and before that some kid I saved ran off screaming before I could even say anything him. It was like I was the god damn boogeyman.”

he frowned heavily, feeling some of the tension that he’d been carrying around with him finally seeping away under the feelings of safety and security. “Honestly Arthur I’m not used to getting the Batman treatment when I save someone, ya know?” he grumbled, grateful for the sympathetic ear. 

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Gently gripping Oliver’s forearm in sympathy, Arthur frowned, brows furrowing. “I had hoped he would eventually give up this crusade,” he said with a sigh. In order to maintain peace between the land and sea, he met with Luthor on occasion, always urging him to reconsider some of the harsher policies put in place. It seemed like he had yet to make a dent. 

"Don’t take it personally, Oliver. It’s not you they’re afraid of, it’s what the laws make you out to be." Reaching out, he gently squeezed the archer’s shoulder. "I suppose this does give us a bit more perspective as to why Bruce is… well, Bruce. I promise you’ll receive no such treatment here."

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Oliver snorted in amusement smirking at his friend. “I’d better not. I don’t think the people of Atlantis would be too happy if their fearless leader ran off screaming from a ‘surface dweller’.”  he teased, squeezing Arthur arm in return before letting go. “So!” he said, the melancholy rolling off his shoulders in favor of teasing his friend. “Speaking of the big bad Bat, have you managed to come down here for a little R&R? Or is he still sulking around Gotham at all hours, punching anyone who so much as mentions Luthor?” 

[afish-is-afish]

"Oliver, don’t be ridiculous, I never run," he said with a wide, charming grin. Though Arthur had lost most of the pompousness he had in his youth, there were still small traces that remained. Atlanteans were a proud people after all. He returned the squeeze before letting his arms fall back to his sides, glad that Oliver seemed to be cheering up at least a little. 

With a sigh, he shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Bruce seems very determined to continue fighting the good fight no matter who tells him not to. To be honest… I’m a little worried about him. Luthor’s no fool, with all the people he has under his watch, I don’t know how much longer even Batman can elude him.”

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He snorted at Arthur's insistence and corrected himself "Oh, I'm sorry your Majesty. Turn tail and swim away then." Any mirth he felt quickly feel away though at Arthur voicing his concerns, many of which Ollie shared. 

"I'm worried too." he admitted crossing his arms over his chest in a somewhat defensive gesture "But Bruce can handle himself, and I'm not dumb enough to think he'll stop anytime before he's made to, so there's no helping that." He reached a hand up to smooth along the coarse hair of his beard, wondering if he should bring up the unspoken concerned he'd had for some time. 

"That's not really my biggest worry though." He finally admitted. "Most of our secret identities aren't exactly secret to Luthor. He could have us hunted down in the daylight like dogs but he's choosing not to. Why? It doesn't make sense. I don't like it Arthur." 

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[afish-is-afish]

[text] I think I’m a mermaid ((I'm not sorry. ... Okay yes I am.))

[text]: Oliver how much have you had to drink?

[queenofthearchers]

[Text]: Arew you callling me a liktght weight Arthuer??

[afish-is-afish]

[text]: No of course not

[text]: But you do seem to be rather drunk if your texting is any indication

[queenofthearchers]

[Text]: My testxing is fine! Youre textsint is drank!

[afish-is-afish]

[text]: I believe you’re incorrect my friend

[text]: Your texts are barely literate

[queenofthearchers]

[Text]: yeah welll your a giandt fisha! take that one awsohles!

[afish-is-afish]

[text] I think I’m a mermaid ((I'm not sorry. ... Okay yes I am.))

[text]: Oliver how much have you had to drink?

[queenofthearchers]

[Text]: Arew you callling me a liktght weight Arthuer??

[afish-is-afish]

[text]: No of course not

[text]: But you do seem to be rather drunk if your texting is any indication

[queenofthearchers]

[Text]: My testxing is fine! Youre textsint is drank!

[afish-is-afish]

[text] I think I’m a mermaid ((I'm not sorry. ... Okay yes I am.))

[text]: Oliver how much have you had to drink?

[queenofthearchers]

[Text]: Arew you callling me a liktght weight Arthuer??

[queenofthearchers]

@afish-is-afish

[afish-is-afish]

A wry smile crept onto Arthur’s face at his friend’s informality. The announcing thing had always seemed a little silly. It was fairly obvious who was striding into the room once they were actually there. Though he enjoyed being king, some of the finer points of royal pomp and circumstance eluded him to this day. 

Laughing heartily, he shook his head, even though the soldier in the corner looked rather affronted by Oliver’s coarse language. “Leave us,” he said with a wave of his hand, the guards quickly rushing out of the room. “I thought it bad form to lord over you. It also makes it a bit difficult to greet people properly,” he noted before pulling Oliver into a firm embrace, clapping him on the back. “It is good to see you, my friend. What brings you here?”

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At the reminder that he wasn’t exactly here for a social visit Oliver’s face twisted into a scowl even as he returned the hug. “Luthor’s stirring up the masses again.” he all but spat, disentangling himself by staying close, a friendly hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “I haven’t been able to go out patrolling for a week, and before that some kid I saved ran off screaming before I could even say anything him. It was like I was the god damn boogeyman.”

he frowned heavily, feeling some of the tension that he’d been carrying around with him finally seeping away under the feelings of safety and security. “Honestly Arthur I’m not used to getting the Batman treatment when I save someone, ya know?” he grumbled, grateful for the sympathetic ear. 

[afish-is-afish]

Gently gripping Oliver’s forearm in sympathy, Arthur frowned, brows furrowing. “I had hoped he would eventually give up this crusade,” he said with a sigh. In order to maintain peace between the land and sea, he met with Luthor on occasion, always urging him to reconsider some of the harsher policies put in place. It seemed like he had yet to make a dent. 

"Don’t take it personally, Oliver. It’s not you they’re afraid of, it’s what the laws make you out to be." Reaching out, he gently squeezed the archer’s shoulder. "I suppose this does give us a bit more perspective as to why Bruce is… well, Bruce. I promise you’ll receive no such treatment here."

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Oliver snorted in amusement smirking at his friend. "I'd better not. I don't think the people of Atlantis would be too happy if their fearless leader ran off screaming from a 'surface dweller'."  he teased, squeezing Arthur arm in return before letting go. "So!" he said, the melancholy rolling off his shoulders in favor of teasing his friend. "Speaking of the big bad Bat, have you managed to come down here for a little R&R? Or is he still sulking around Gotham at all hours, punching anyone who so much as mentions Luthor?" 

[queenofthearchers]

@afish-is-afish

[afish-is-afish]

A wry smile crept onto Arthur’s face at his friend’s informality. The announcing thing had always seemed a little silly. It was fairly obvious who was striding into the room once they were actually there. Though he enjoyed being king, some of the finer points of royal pomp and circumstance eluded him to this day. 

Laughing heartily, he shook his head, even though the soldier in the corner looked rather affronted by Oliver’s coarse language. “Leave us,” he said with a wave of his hand, the guards quickly rushing out of the room. “I thought it bad form to lord over you. It also makes it a bit difficult to greet people properly,” he noted before pulling Oliver into a firm embrace, clapping him on the back. “It is good to see you, my friend. What brings you here?”

[queenofthearchers]

At the reminder that he wasn't exactly here for a social visit Oliver's face twisted into a scowl even as he returned the hug. "Luthor's stirring up the masses again." he all but spat, disentangling himself by staying close, a friendly hand on Arthur's shoulder. "I haven't been able to go out patrolling for a week, and before that some kid I saved ran off screaming before I could even say anything him. It was like I was the god damn boogeyman."

he frowned heavily, feeling some of the tension that he'd been carrying around with him finally seeping away under the feelings of safety and security. "Honestly Arthur I'm not used to getting the Batman treatment when I save someone, ya know?" he grumbled, grateful for the sympathetic ear. 

[queenofthearchers]

@afish-is-afish

Okay, so he’ll admit that running off to hid in Atlantis whenever he got too huffy, or the strain of trying to evade the law got to be too much wasn’t the most heroic thing he’d ever done. In the mists of all the chaos that Luthor’s new laws about vigilantism had cause Aquaman had basically opened up Atlantis to the remaining heroes as a place to cool their heels without worrying about being arrested.

It was an honest relief to Ollie, who hardly felt safe on the surface anymore. Too many nights spent looking over his shoulder, wondering if saving this or that person would put an end to his freedom was sobering. It left him feeling almost as paranoid as the Bat. Having somewhere to go where Luthor’s laws couldn’t touch him, and he didn’t feel like a live wire at every second was a god send.

Plus the company wasn’t too bad. Ollie smiled fondly as he was led through the city by an Atlantean soldier. He and Aquaman himself had struck up a bit of an odd friendship, and at was where he was going now. Off to see the King. 

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It had taken a number of meetings and a great deal of creative deal making on his part, but Arthur had managed to arrange for Atlantis to be free from the restrictive Superhero laws of the land. Making areas of his kingdom fit for surface dwellers had been even more challenging, but he had managed it. There were few that had elected to take up residence underwater permanently, but guest visits were frequent.

He was seated at an overly ornate desk, really he knew he was royal but some of the furniture was just ridiculous, in his study when a solider tapped on the frame of the door,informing him he was about to have company. Shutting the book he had been pursuing, Arthur stood and stretched before drifting out of the room and down the hallway into the throne room. 

Eyes straying to the massive centerpiece that was his throne, he decided against taking a seat. Though he was king, from the message he received, he knew he was about to be visited by a Queen, who was more importantly, an old friend. Titles aside, they were equals as far as Arthur was concerned and he wanted to present himself as such.

[queenofthearchers]

When they reached the throne room Ollie easily breezed right past the the soldier who was trying to announce his presence. "Thanks for showing me through." he said patting his shoulder and ignoring the surprised stuttering. 

Walking over to the base of the ridiculous amount of stairs that lead up to the actual throne, Ollie rose an eyebrow at Arthur and smiled cheekily. "What, not gonna sit on the Big Seat for me?" he glanced over at the frankly terrifying amount of aquatic theme decoration adorning the throne and amended, "Bit too uncomfortable for your royal ass, Your Highness?" 

[queenofthearchers]

@afish-is-afish

Okay, so he'll admit that running off to hid in Atlantis whenever he got too huffy, or the strain of trying to evade the law got to be too much wasn't the most heroic thing he'd ever done. In the mists of all the chaos that Luthor's new laws about vigilantism had cause Aquaman had basically opened up Atlantis to the remaining heroes as a place to cool their heels without worrying about being arrested.

It was an honest relief to Ollie, who hardly felt safe on the surface anymore. Too many nights spent looking over his shoulder, wondering if saving this or that person would put an end to his freedom was sobering. It left him feeling almost as paranoid as the Bat. Having somewhere to go where Luthor's laws couldn't touch him, and he didn't feel like a live wire at every second was a god send.

Plus the company wasn't too bad. Ollie smiled fondly as he was led through the city by an Atlantean soldier. He and Aquaman himself had struck up a bit of an odd friendship, and at was where he was going now. Off to see the King. 

[afish-is-afish]

"Arthur we need to talk about your... sharks."

"What about them, Oliver? Have they eaten something important again? I said I was sorry about that."

[queenofthearchers]

"Sorry doesn't replace my watch. My very expensive watch. But no, this is more about the fact that there are still sharks in my house. I want them gone Arthur, you have an entire castle. You don't need to keep leaving sharks and... other things here."

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Finally freeing himself of the trash can, Jason leaned against the wall, trying to get his balance. Eyes shut, he took a few long breaths, wishing he could force himself a bit more sober. At least it didn’t seem like Oliver recognized him, so that was something. 

"Dunno, think I might’ve," he said, feeling his head and coming away with a bit of blood near his hairline. "Shit, ‘s bleedin’. You gotta first aid kit ‘r somethin’?" he asked, looking up at Oliver, tone just a little bit nervous. He had always been a pretty good actor, as long as he managed to seem convincingly nervous this should work out fine. 

"Yeah ‘m stayin’ at a friends house… can’t remember where it is though. Had the address written down… in my wallet." Cursing, he let his head fall back against the wall. 

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"No first aid kit." he denied shaking his head sharply. "There's not exactly a lot of room in the suit to be carting one around." The kid's voice was definitely slurred, and Ollie was beginning to get nervous about that head wound. "Can you tell me your name kid?" he asked leaning into his field of vision, trying to asses if his eyes were unfocused or not, but the dark was hindering his attempts. 

Sighing he reached out slowly to lay a hand on his shoulder. "How about we get you to a hospital for now, and worry about finding your friends house later?" 

Oliver didn't know how exactly he was going to drop this guy off at the hospital without immediately being arrested, but he figured that since his track record for night was going so well, doing a few more blatantly idiotic things couldn't hurt too badly.

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Okay so, in retrospect slinking through Gotham in costume when there was a price on his head wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had, but in his defense he’d been hearing some pretty alarming rumors through the grapevine. It was when those rumors proved to be false that it really started looking like a dumb move. 

Ollie winced at the sound of a commotion in the street just a head of him, and quickly started weighing the pros and cons of investigating or not. Hero he may, but lately he’d been having to pick and choose his battles more carefully. 

Deciding it was worth checking out he jogged ahead and peered down the alley way. A ways down the alley was a young man, and he didn’t look to good either. It looked like the ruckus had been caused by him knocking over some trash cans. Cautiously he called out to him. “Hey kid, you alright?”  

[mistaken-for-mercy]

It wasn’t every day Oliver Queen showed his face in Gotham, so when Jason heard the familiar voice, he had to take a minute to figure out a game plan. Having returned to life several months prior, he was now on a Presidential payroll. His job for the moment though was to slum around Gotham, looking for heroes who hadn’t called it quits like they should have.

So far there hadn’t been much… but it looked like his luck was about to change.

Really, he wasn’t exactly prepared fro running into a former Leaguer at the moment. Since his return, he had taken to drinking himself into a stupor most nights after doing a bit of recon. Unfortunately he wasn’t nearly as good at leaping from roof to roof whilst intoxicated. Which of course led to his rather unfortunate state now, bleeding and bruised as he tried to collect himself as much as one really could after extracting one foot from a trash can. Lex was going to be so pissed he ruined another suit.

"Fine," he called, managing to sound far more sober and steady than he actually was. "Jus’ had a little run in with a very rude man with a gun… think he took my wallet…"

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Ollie curse internally and started walking closer. He couldn't exactly go around tracking down every thug that stole someone's wallet or purse anymore, but it didn't seem right to just leave the guy. Plus, while it wasn't incredibly obvious, the kid sounded weird. He didn't want to just leave and then find out later that he passed out in a ditch somewhere because of a concussion. 

"Alright kid, I'm coming down there okay?" He called ahead, weary of possibly spooking him. "Did you hit your head? Can you remember what this guy looked like?" 

Up close the kid didn't look as bad as he first thought, but it still wasn't pretty. The rather expensive (now ruined) looking suit did cause him to raise an eyebrow though. "You need someone to help you home?"  

[queenofthearchers]

Arthur,

 For the King with an eccentric taste on whom just any aquatic inspired trinket would be wasted, I give you this: A dildo shaped like an Orca whale's penis. May it keep you satisfied on nights when you are lonely. 

-Oliver 

[queenofthearchers]

Lex,

I hope you still like purple and the feeling of your ribs being crushed. If not, I'm sure you'll figure out some other use for these. Happy Holidays.

-Oliver