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Family trees will be going up in a moment. Because a lot of this has been spread through multiple documents, some cats might appear in one part that don’t appear in another. If you find this, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I want to make sure every character is accounted for.

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:o complicated

Indeed.

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freaking s h o w u s t h e t r e e s man

Well someone’s excited.

Alright, I’ll have the Thunderclan one up in just a sec.

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It’s, like, one am

who wants to see the tangled mess of family trees that apparently only i can make sense of

#author's notes #midnight patrol #that's gon be the tag for when i'm posting too late at night

Midnight Patrol // Green Arrow and Arsenal

Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow. What really was the difference? Few people knew it, but they were synonymous. One and the same. There was no real difference beneath the surface when one pulled back the string of an arrow and when one sat in a night club, across from a beautiful young lady with a strong drink in his hand. The only real difference was on the surface. The surface was where the real difference showed. Physically they had the same body. Both were 6'2", both of them were muscular, with Blonde hair and Green eyes. But that was where the similarities ended. Oliver Queen was a man of a cocky nature, a rich 33 year man child, more of a brat than anything else. He had too much money, too much free time, and not enough focus on anything productive. He spent too much time doing nothing with his time and all he ever did was extravagant stunts. Sky diving, bungee jumping, spelunking and other idiotic things that he had to do to keep himself busy so that he didn't go insane with boredom.

But tonight, tonight he wasn't Oliver Queen. Tonight he was Star Cities protector and hero, a modern day Robin Hood, the super hero who everyone loved and looked to, everyday he imagined that boys and girls awoke and thought. "Damn how I wish I'd meet Green Arrow on my way to school." He loved to oblige requests like that and he ensured that he met his fans whenever he could. Of course he never let them know who he really was, where would the fun in that be. However tonight was not one of his favored fan club meet ups. Tonight was a patrol night. Where he scoured Gotham's Underbelly for the scum of the criminal world. As he dropped down onto street level from a fire escape he pulled out an arrow knocking it to his draw string due to reflex rather than any other reason, he had heard a scuffle and a bang from a tin bin lid.

To draw a standard bow string it took 55 pounds of force for the most average man or woman, for more macho hunter types it was optimistically 80 pounds of force or even at a stretch for the most macho 85. Ollie or the Green Arrow's bow required 103 pounds of force to draw and fire, the skill and power that went into every shot, so he felt for whoever it was that was behind the bard of his arrow, for when he released that shaft then they would have to be fast, strong, invincible or all of the above to avoid getting several arrows in you. With the skill to release 29 arrows a minute Ollie was not afraid to release some serious hurt on whoever it was that was hidden behind the bins. "Come out, come out where ever you are." he said in a sing song voice, another thing Green Arrow and Oliver Queen had in common was a lack of seriousness, or only on rare occasions. Which this one wasn't. "On second thought whoever you are might work just as well. Either way. Come out!"

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