Enter: Connor Hawke

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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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What is it now? He does a quick mental tally as he walk towards the door - the Baileys should be set for now, and the plumber said he couldn't get here until tomorrow at the earliest. The movers are all done, and the heat is working - not well, but enough for now - so what else could it be? Hopefully nothing too expensive, whatever it is - he still has the funds Ollie had set him up with, but he'd really rather not dip into them.

He opens the door.

[not_easy_being_green]

Well. Never let it be said he wasn't his father's son, sometimes.

Hoping for a soft landing, Connor leaps onto the truck and grabs for the driver.

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"The, uh, other Batgirl is gonna meet up with me here," Charlie informs you. "She's gotta get across town, so it might be a while. Oh!"

She takes some gauze out of her utility belt and offers it to Connor. "Here, for your arm."

[not_easy_being_green]

Connor slips quietly back into his apartment through the window, having left Steph behind a few blocks out to avoid any potential... awkwardness with Lemmy.

He takes his time, stripping away his costume and stowing it in the closet for now. He'll have to clean it later, after... everything... but he's too tired for that now.

Before showering, he takes a moment to examine his wounds from earlier - or rather, his lack of them. There's no longer any trace of any of the injuries he'd sustained throughout the fight with Grundy, not even a hint of the cuts, bites or burns.

He'd tried to brush it off after the incident with Sal, but he can't deny it anymore. He's clearly healing quickly, much more quickly than he should.

And he knows exactly why. The dragon's blood. The same blood Hoon had tried to use to become a god. Connor hadn't been in it long, had thought the effects had faded after the brief rush of strength had left him.

Obviously not.

He flexes his hand. Closes his eyes. Breathes. He's... he doesn't know what to do now. Who to talk to about this. He supposes he should see someone about it, at least try to get a sense of how permanent it may or may not be.

A small, quiet part of him almost hopes it isn't. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want to profit from that entire thing.

He doesn't want the blood on his hands to have made him stronger.

Connor pushes it away. Takes a quick shower and tries to meditate for a little while before giving up and getting dressed. He pushes his newfound abilities to the back of his mind, as much as he can.

He needs to go talk to Lemmy.

[not_easy_being_green]

Half an hour before his scheduled "lunch date," Connor shows up at the appointed location, in costume. He finds a spot to scope the site out, waiting. He doubts his impersonator is remotely dangerous, but he's genuinely irritated now. They've already managed to go behind his back - with video - for quite some time now. He'd like to get the drop on them for once.

He settles in to wait.

He did not bring lunch.