Enter: Connor Hawke

[newoutsiders]

Amusement Mile, 91 Sorkin Avenue. Gotham City.

Home.

You knew it was going to be hard, making a clean start for yourself far away from the Arrow Clan. You didn’t think it was going to be this hard. But with most of your boxes unpacked, and tenants displaced by a gentrified Burnside filing into this once abandoned entertainment district- thanks to your generous, rent controlled prices- you’re finally back in the landlording game.

At least this was a cheap get. Even with all the gentrification going on in this neighborhood, for some reason the buildings down this part of Sorkin Avenue were priced to move. You figure it’s just Gotham- people get scared and leave town all the time. Fortunately for your tenants, they’ve got a superhero for a landlord.

There’s still a lot to do. There’s that zen garden you want to put up on the roof, that isn’t even close to finished. The Bailey family on the second floor still isn’t getting water in their kids’ bathroom. Not to mention—

You’re interrupted from meditating in your spartan spare bedroom by the ring of a doorbell.

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[newoutsiders]

"Uhhh. Kind of?" she says, unsure. "I used to do that, but it's not working like it used to. Like, when I hit you, I was aiming for the truck."

[not_easy_being_green]

"All right. Well, we can work without it. But I need to know, just to be sure - how comfortable are you with jumping onto a moving truck?"

[newoutsiders]

"Moving? Well, I'm probably game! No! Definitely game! Game on!"

[not_easy_being_green]

... possibly a little concerning, but he'll work with it. "All right, then that's the plan. If you have any smoke bombs in that belt, we need to throw them down once it's in sight. Then I shoot out the windshield and jump in. You hit the brakes and make sure we don't hit anything while I take out the drivers. Sound good?"

[newoutsiders]

"Smoke bombs! I've got smoke bombs! On it, GA!"

Charlie begins to shimmy her way up a street light to get into position.

[not_easy_being_green]

Connor readies an arrow and settles in to wait.

[newoutsiders]

"There it is!" Misfit shouts. "That's the truck!"

She throws down some smoke bombs. The street gets dark, but the truck doesn't seem to slow down. She looks at you and shrugs.

[not_easy_being_green]

Crap. Okay, time for plan B. Connor fires a blunt at the truck's windshield, hoping that that, at least, will stop the driver.

[newoutsiders]

The windshield cracks, but the driver shows no signs of slowing. It doesn't even attempt to dodge traffic- cars just honk and move out of its way.

"It's now or never, GA!" Charlie shouts.