[SEATTLE - 14 August 2009 - 07:30 Pm]
"You are dead. You hear me you little shit," Oliver cringed at the angry growl from his phone. "I don't care for your excuses. You don't fuck with my tech you hear me," The voice continues not giving him a chance to reply. "Hey, I think I am perfectly within my right to remove a tracker for my person. Bruce," Oliver fires back irritated.
"How did you even disable my trackers?" Bruce asks curiously miffed. "I had Oracle disable it for me," Oliver says smugly already picturing the scowl on his face. "What the hell! Oracle!?" Bruce exclaims indignantly. "ONE OF MY PRIME DIRECTIVES IS TO ASSIST THE OUTLAWS IN ANYWAY POSSIBLE," Oliver hears Oracle say through the phone.
"...Fuck. I'm gonna have to ask Cat to fix that," Bruce grumbles. "Look I'll activate the trackers if you promise not to interfere and let me handle this one on my own... It's my parents that were killed and I need to be the one to bring him down... Alone," Oliver says determinedly. He waits for the protest to come but is surprised when he hears Bruce say "...Fine kid but because of this little stunt you're back to being an Intern..."
He hears the silence indicating the end of the call. "Shit," He sighs as he pockets his phone and calls the waiter for the bill.
He walks out of the restaurant he was eating at. He walks by the sidewalk lost in thought with a frown on his face. He feels a tug on his jacket and looks down at the little boy with messy, dirty blonde hair looking at him pleadingly "Please,". Oliver without a second reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hundred dollar bill and hands it to the boy "Of course, Buddy. I hope this helps," He says smiling down at the kid.
"Thank you. Mister," The boy smiles brightly and runs over to the blonde-haired woman sitting on a small stool with a guitar in hand who smiles gratefully at him. Oliver tips his cap at her and continues on his way to his apartment.
[SEATTLE - 14 August 2009 - 11:20 Pm]
As night befalls the city of Seattle a mysterious individual is seen expertly navigating across the rooftops while periodically stopping and observing the streets and alleyways for any criminal activity or disturbance that requires his specific skill set.
As he stops on another rooftop he hears the scream of a kid in distress and immediately starts making his way toward the sound.
"Let me go! I want my Mommy!" A blonde-haired boy cries out a sob trying to free himself from the grasp of a mysterious figure that has a cloak draped over themselves. "Kid. You're hurt. I'm just trying to help you," The figure says calmly trying to soothe the distressed boy but is unsuccessful as the kid continues trying to break free from their grasp.
The cloaked individual flinches back when an arrow is shot into the wall right next to their head. They turn in the direction the arrow is shot from and sees a man jump down from the rooftop donned in a red hooded cowl attached to a red and black sleeveless shirt with a black stylized 'A', a black strapped glove going up till his bicep on his right arm, and a black strapped forearm glove on his left. He had a utility belt with pouches attached to his black combat pants, and shin-length black combat boots.
The man with a bow in hand steps off the building and lunges toward them and scoops the boy out of their grasp. "Don't worry buddy, I got you," He says assuring the boy in his hold. The man quickly places the boy behind him and dodges the roundhouse kick sent at his head. He easily blocks the right hook that follows. He leans back grabbing a hold of the attacker's wrist and flipping them over his shoulder.
The cloak falls off the mysterious figure revealing a blonde-haired woman who easily lands on her feet glaring daggers at him, "What's your problem? I'm trying to help the kid," The woman says angrily to him. "Help? Sure didn't seem like it," He scoffs watching the woman carefully. "I was going to help him find his mom, but he needs a nurse and a bath," The woman says pointing to the boy's left arm.
He glances over to the boy behind him and sees the long bloody scratch marks on the boy's left arm. "Hey bud, you okay?" He immediately turns his attention to the boy looking over the scratch marks. "No, I want my mommy," The boy sobs wiping his tears with his right hand. "Hey how about we get you cleaned up and then we help you find your mommy? Sound like a plan bud?" He says to the boy.
"...Okay Mister," The boy after a moment of searching his smiling face for deceit nods his head. He nods at the boy and then turns to the woman standing with her hands on her hips looking a bit peeved. "I'm sorry. I jump to conclusions," He says sheepishly. "It's fine, I can't really blame you, considering how it must have looked from your perspective," She sighs accepting his apology.
"Who are you anyway? I just got back two days ago. I didn't know we had another vigilante other than me," She asks looking him over curiously. He takes a moment to look the woman over and startles when he realizes the 'woman' is actually a teenage girl that looks to be around his age.
She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a youthful face. She's wearing a black leather jacket with a yellow soaring bird symbol on the right shoulder. A black corset top with yellow patterns by the waist. Black and yellow reinforced combat gloves. She has a utility belt with two pouches strapped to black pants with a fishnet mesh on the sides of the thighs and finishes her outfit with black combat boots.
"The name is Apollo, and I'm just here on some business" Apollo held out his hand to her. "...Overwatch. Welcome to Seattle, Apollo," She shakes his hand giving him a smirk.