Seeing Stars [Open,Roy Harper]

[Digger Harkness-Cpt. Boomerang]

Having just arrived off of a plane from Aussie the man who called himself Digger already carried a lingering scent of cheap wine on him as he entered the town he was to call his new home. He looked at the mass of steel and concrete as a host for his criminal operation and himself the parasite of the it's populous, looking to feed on the gains of the people around him not long after his arrival. Having no real source of money, plans or even knowledge of the area Digger would have to do what he did best to get a strong foothold in his new headquarters of operation, Star City. Stepping off the plane and down to the tarmac it had landed on the smell of the wine he had been offered on the plane would follow him as he made his way into the city. Bypassing the long process of entering a new country Digger would instead creep his way through the shadows as he did best.


Not wasting any time and the wine from the plane ride not doing anything to satisfy the man's thirst Digger would shortly find himself in one of the local waterholes of the city. Persuading the staff of the bar to keep feeding him bottle after bottle with promises of paying afterward to avoid having to fumble through his pockets every purchase the man had no real intentions of actually paying for any of the drinks in the first place.


After only a few hours and god knows how many drinks the sun would swoop below the horizon and Digger would still find himself downing drinks, having not paid for a single one as of yet. Trying to gather information about the area and not yielding much results due to his drunken state causing his focus to be spread thin Digger would continue to make meaningless small talk among the fellow patrons of the bar. Everything would seem fine and Digger would seem an average man enjoying his drink until one of the men he was talking to would do something that set Digger off. Going to stand up the man would lose the grip on his drink, spilling it all over Digger's jeans. Not even taking a moment to listen to the man's apologies Digger would immediately punch the man in the stomach. This would prove to throw Digger into quite the brawl as the man and two of his friends began to swing back. "Oi, yah bloke. Yah gone and made me mad as a cut snake now!" He screamed as he threw one of the men into another, both of them flipping over the table they had all been sitting at before he spun around and punched the third in the jaw.


Brushing himself off as the three seemed to be done he would order up another drink. The woman behind the counter not hesitating to do as he asked before he took the glass and headed out the door. "I'll take me roadie and go rage on some place else. Damn Seppos!" with that Digger would carry his party out into the streets, not wanting to stick around should anyone turn up to investigate the commotion he had caused.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

Much of Roy’s life had shifted and changed. Finding most of his stability in probably a city, that would have been the last on his list. Gotham… Well, technically, Bludhaven as well. They were almost one in the same. Side by side. Suppose home away home. Spending most of his time in the Bunker. But, now. Roy was finding himself spending time in Star City. It seemed in forever he’d last stepped foot in the city and yet it flashed freshly in his mind, when Ollie kicked him out. Roy had pointedly left, not expecting to return. Nor expecting to hear from the Green Arrow ever again. Of course that didn’t last and perhaps even Roy knew that on some level. Contacting Roy in the lowest key. A text. How exactly had he got Roy’s number? Right, it was Oliver. He made note to block it after. Not before getting the message. Oliver was away on a JLA mission and he needed Roy’s help. Well, those weren’t exactly the words and Roy hardly expect an apology would ever come. An old foe from down under was heading for Star City. In other words. Oliver had been spying, but that was hardly anything new. This was some test. Roy was sure of it, but that was hardly the reason he agreed. This was for Star City. With what brief encounters Roy had with this Aussie goon. He was sure it wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and start heading up the banks. He was rather infamous in that regard in Australia. Tossing up a few boomerangs. Someone, Roy was sure he could more than handle. Having arrived back in Star City. It wasn’t entirely hard to track the Aussie goon from the airport. Whilst the Outsider’s operation was based under ground, they operated vastly as well. Aiming to track villains hopefully long before they had the chance to strike. Was this really any different?

Then again. It had been sometime since, Arsenal had tangled with the Boomerang. Did he really know who he was tracking? Suppose, he was gonna find out. Tracking him eventually led to a bar. Of all places and not entirely shocking, but Roy did certainly linger outside. For a moment. Made a few more. It was a place he was familiar with. A bar he had visited frequently. Too frequently at some point. With the swing of the door. The sounds. The sight. The smell. Was all to familiar. Not paying attention to his younger mind, tempting him to take shots as he use to do. He had been sober at least six months. He liked to say his will was strong, but of course the distraction that he was sensually on a mission. Was really enough to keep him level headed… Eventually, crossing the street and entered the bar. Roy had most of his Arsenal gear on. He could get away with the red pants. A jacket over the top. A baseball cap, that certainly helped him blend in and a bag… What was in the bag? Lets just thank the bar wasn’t strapped with detectors… Roy had entered some time after Digger had claimed his position as the newly drunk foreigner. Claiming a few spaces down at the bar. Roy took a seat. Not entirely mindful that he had potentially sat in this exact spot before. Suppose, he had to imagine there was chance some folk may remember him. It wouldn’t be much of a deal if they had, but it didn’t appear that they did. Which least meant, Roy could keep to himself. Peacefully for now. When the bar tender asked what he wanted to drink? There was certainly an additionally race in his pulse. He had that point turned his nose to the particular stench of alcohol. Beer, which had generally been his choice. Not that he didn’t turn down the hard stuff, but beer. He could last longer on, not that it was entirely his attention. At one point being sober seemed pointless. Now, it was what he had to fight for everyday. Least in between fights. He could certainly find himself itching for more. Perhaps he was gonna get that this evening. With his glances briefly heading down the bar, before coming back and simply asking for a coke. When in doubt. Caffeine. Hmmm, and a smoke. There were habits. Addictions he had yet to kick. He was no angel. No saint. No devil either. Just imperfect.

Sipping his coke. eventually followed by another. Suppose, he had to expect it was gonna drag on into the night. The Aussie knew how to down his liqueur. It was gonna be an even longer evening. As Roy kept with his small dose of caffeine mixed with puffs of smoke in between. Keeping a mild ear open, but it was mostly mindless small talk. That seemed to land no where. Eventually, there came a turn. As a drink was spilled and it turned into a fight. Typical, in a bar setting. Filled with a bunch of drunk goons. At least things were getting interesting. It had drawn most of the attention across the bar, so Roy side glancing at it all was hardly noticeable. Looking out to see if it would take a deadlier turn. Two men tossed over a table and one with potentially broken jaw, but not much blood was shaded before the fight stopped. The gasps that had sprung around the room had at this point stopped into silence. Before turning back to the reason they were all here. Booze. Well, most. Roy sipped his coke, before jugging it down. As Digger had taken another drink and headed out the door. Now was seeming like a good time, before the drunk ass could cause any serious chaos any where else in the city. If anything, perhaps he needed a little pep talk. Hmmm, or an arrow shot. One certainly seemed more fitting than the other. Grabbing his backpack, put money on the table for his drink and then headed to a back door to the bar. To a back alley, it wasn’t entirely any better than a back alley in Gotham, perhaps a little cleaner. A little less dank. Still, it was quiet enough and empty enough. No one took much sight, to Roy taking to a ladder and climbed onto the roof. Somewhere in the process. He took off his jacket. Packing it away and grabbing the rest of his Arsenal gear. Namely his red mask. His belt. His Quiver. His bow. His weapons. Arsenal took to the dark roof, blended in for the most part. Red was always a good colour, least better than green, but preference. Preference. Arsenal followed Boomerang from up above. Exiting the bar and tracked through the quieter streets he was stumbling down. Pulling out his bow. Feeling the string. Feeling the air. Feeling the moment. Until, it appeared quiet enough. Arsenal aimed with precision, a red arrow from the shadows above. To intently scrape a little skin, before landing in a lamp post, centimetres from where Boomerang had walked.

”You’ve come to the wrong city! Mate!"

Boomed from the red figure standing on the roof above. A tight smirk came at his lips. Bow in hand, stringed with another aimed arrow and let it go.

[Digger Harkness-Cpt. Boomerang]

Walking, or rather stumbling, through the streets of Star City Digger would occasionally sip at his bottle he had swiped before leaving the bar. Honestly, the man had not even a hint of an idea of where he was heading and was just aimlessly wondering the streets. Taking another sip of his cold brew Digger would be cut short as a sharp pain erupted from the edge of his palm. "BLOODY HELL!" He screamed as he dropped his beer bottle, the glass shattering on the sidewalk as his attention snapped to the figure who had shot an arrow at him.



"Mate? Is that how you yanks greet your visitors? A tad bit rude if I may say myself, I might of even offered you a swig if it weren't currently sprayed along the ground." Digger at this point was honestly a bit angrier than it seemed, but his current state made it easy for him to at least appear friendly. "What are you even doing shooting innocent tourist anyway? Wait..." Digger would burst out laughing as he noticed the mans attire. "What are you robin hood? Honestly, mate you're standing on rooftops in your bathers shooting arrows at people. I heard you Seppos were crazy, but this is a whole new bundle of nuts."



"Well if you don't mind I got some stuff to do while the night is young, mate. So, ta ta for now, mate." With that Digger would casually turn around and continue down the street as if nothing had happened at all. Honestly, the man had better things to do and he still needed to make some money and what better time to do it than his first night in Star City? Either way he wasn't much concerned of the man's presence as of now seeing as he was drunk and saw him as a minor threat for the moment, a mistake Digger might soon regret making.



"Too Right, he did look like a screamer!" The man replied to otherwise nothing as he continued to stroll along the sidewalk. "Anyone out in their bathers at this hour has to be pissed." Digger continued as he scratched his beard before scanning the buildings around him. Looking for his first target in the City Digger would all but forget about the man who had not too long ago shot an arrow at him and made him spill his beer. Honestly, it was something Digger would usually fight over, but having just recently ended a fight and already being drunk the man had no interest in such a thing. Plus, chasing a man in his bathers with a bow was not worth a beer he had almost finished and gotten for free.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

There was strike one. It wasn’t exactly a bullseye, but what was the fun in that. As the smirk grew a inch or two more in the initial reaction. The curse that had been screamed below and had reached to the top of the building. Where Arsenal stood. Bow still in hand. With a slight more focus on the scene below, he had gotten Boomerang’s attention. As much as that was worth when he was drunk. Suppose, it was a tad rude… A dry chuckle sat at the back of his throat as the Aussie goon, battered on. Hmmm, at that suppose, he could be quite rude. As if he cared, when it came to a no good bank robber, with from his stand point. It didn’t seem would ever change his ways… There was nothing innocent about him, as was hinted with the little show in the bar. Arsenal wasn’t about to let Boomerang run Star City dry. He couldn’t just walk in here, without being noticed… Arsenal had definitely made a point of noticing. Suppose, it was a tad crude, when the buffoon was drunk and potentially out of his mind. It only lent aid to him being even more of a loose canon, but it meant also listening to him talk like a idiot. Arsenal did not play back with words. Remaining mostly in the stoic. Darkened position he was in on the roof. Let Boomerang ramble. Laughing. Calling him names, that was certainly not original. One thing was clear, Boomerang wasn’t taking the situation. Nor Arsenal seriously. Suppose, he didn’t entirely understand it.

”Let me guess, you thought you could escape Central City with your tail between your legs and no one would know…?!"

Arsenal taunted back. Dropping mention of Central City. Home of The Flash. He left it open to how much Boomerang could figure how much Arsenal had tracked him or knew. Whilst Arsenal wasn’t entirely buddies with Barry, he was with Wally. He definitely knew the speedsters and wouldn’t be surprised if they had Boomerang running scared. Well, perhaps he was mainly taunting. As noted by the smirk on his lips. After all, Boomerang had yet stepped into the wrong city. Whilst Arsenal was no Flash, he was still quick on his feet and even quicker with a bow. As had been presented. As aware as Boomerang was. Stumbling through his words, before stumbling through his feet as he had turned around. Not engaging in a fight. Suppose, it hadn’t been entirely fair. He was all the way down there. Arsenal all the way up here, with the advantage. Hmmm, perhaps all tales of the Boomerang’s skill, was all hype. Arsenal wasn’t entirely sure whether to be disappointed. Perhaps, chances drunkenness could effect things… Arsenal couldn’t entirely say the same. As he let Boomerang walk off. He wasn’t let out of his sights. Before he had aimed another arrow. A slightly different arrow. That shot and landed a building wall near where Boomerang had walked. Drawing out a line, Arsenal zip lined down. With perfect aim, it had brought Arsenal in perfect precision to take a side shot at Boomerang, feet first aimed right in the rib section. Perhaps a cheep shot, so long as it had the desired effect. Boomerang stumbling over.

”You really want to trade fashion insults, when you look like the inside of a trash can, Captain Frisbee… I’m Arsenal; and you’re a wanted man!"

Arsenal had rolled and landed his feet upon the pavement. Responding as he had caught the tail end of Boomerang’s words regarding Arsenal’s attire. Which frankly was totally badass, not that Arsenal was bias. He lived and breathed in it, it was practical. Introducing himself. Calling Boomerang a wanted man as Arsenal stepped towards and potentially Boomerang on the ground, if he had stumbled like a burly cinderella, Chances are he was missing a shoe… It only lent aid for Arsenal to help… Least the rearranging of his face. Lets not mistake him for a brute, in many ways he enjoyed this. Hmmm, suppose he should offer up a chance. As Arsenal motioned his red gloved hands to Boomerang’s collar.

”We can either do this the hard way or the easy way…"

The tone in Arsenal’s voice was all too telling. There was an ever a looming cell with Boomerang’s name on it and Arsenal was more than happy to deliver him too. With all the weaponry Arsenal had, its more than likely he had handcuffs. For purely recreational reasons and on small occasions such as this. Suppose it could be that easy, but it rarely was. He rather hoped it wasn’t. It had been a long time coming since he’d been in Star City and even longer time since he’d beaten up one of the bad guys in the city. There was an almost coming home feeling to it.

[Digger Harkness-Cpt. Boomerang]

Continuing his way down the sidewalk as he created more and more distance between him and the stranger on the roof Boomer paid little attention to the man's words. However, at the mention of the town he had just left behind him the man would turn to face the other. A low growl resonated from him as he did so, but would be cut short as he saw an arrow readied to fly toward him. The man on the rooftop loosing the arrow it would tether in the wall beside Digger as the man attached a device to a line along the spine of the arrow and began to zip quickly toward him all the while readying a third arrow. Growling loudly now Boomer rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the arrow, retrieving one of his bladed boomerangs from the inside of his coat the man would direct the device effortlessly with the flick of the wrist. It's blades would aim to cut the wire before Arsenal were to finish his descent and at the vary least foil his landing. Although if he were to sustain an injury Digger would not be disappointed.


If Arsenal's landing was ruined and he stumbled Digger would happily have enough time to distance himself from the man. Otherwise his drunken state would hamper his speed, landing him in the clutches of the other man. Assuming Digger's slightly delayed reaction speed this was the more likely of the two, but Digger was not one to count himself out early on. Looking the man in the face he would scrunch up his nose in a snarl like a wild animal. This was more than characterizing of Digger as he often could be described in this way and booze made it all the much easier for him to put off civilized nature. Smirking as he looked at the man that was mere inches from his face.


"You know they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer, well I say that's a load of rubbish." The man muttered quickly in a drunken slur as he quickly reared his head back and drove it forward in one swift motion aiming his forehead directly toward the bridge of his opponent's nose. While the action was not unheard of for a drunken fight one who got to know Digger on a deeper level would know this is what made the man dangerous. This broad category of actions is what he was so dangerous for, sure he was beyond skilled with a boomerang, but that was not the only thing that made Digger a dangerous enemy. The man was known for these kind of fighting tactics, but at the same time they were so unorthodox, so unpredictable that his opponent rarely saw them coming. There was no doubt about it that Digger was a drunken brawler through and through and this single strike whether it hit or missed would be the only action one would need to see (or rather experience) to know they were dealing with an odd man.


At the same time he headbutted Arsenal the boomerang wielding man would not be taking this fight lightly and with his hands free he would smash his left arm down in one quick motion on the other man's elbow. While Digger was sure the man would have to react to both of these strikes or he would surely find himself sore in the morning the man would not stop their. Digger was a crook alright and his third action would seal that deal, his right hand snatching into his coat to retrieve another boomerang. Honestly, he was already growing tired and was certainty irritated with this man. With the bladed gadget he would bring it across Arsenals chest in one quick swipe, hoping the poisoned blade would catch him off guard. With all three of these strikes piled on one after another Digger was almost certain he would be freed of the man's grasp, whether it be because he would be in shock from the quickly dealt injuries or cause they would force him too retreat from close combat with Digger.


Assuming Digger had made some breathing room he would then retreat away from the man himself as to create some distance from Arsenal. "Hasn't your mother ever told you to keep your hands to yourself? Now yah better start talking, how do you know about me? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were a fan, but with that outfit I don't think so." All the while he spoke Digger would ready himself to react to any of the man's movements should he need to. While at the same time trying to distract the man, since he had a bit of a surprise for him. Now standing at a perfect angle from the man the first boomerang he had threw was due back any minute and while they were quiet a noisy drunk like Digger was exactly the kind of voice that could hide the minuscule sound the blades would make as they cut sharply through the air.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

How many times. How many nights, had Arsenal spent in this city, along side the Green Arrow. Of course, he was more commonly referred to as Speedy back then, but it had been countless. Oddly how it could feel like a lifetime ago and yet fresh as yesterday. Now, he was roaming solo. Well, mostly solo. Least tonight. He did lead the Outsiders, but he’d practically cut ties with the Green Arrow. Along with Star City, not that had been Arsenal’s entire agenda, but that kinda came with the whole being kicked out. Though despite what time had been. Arsenal knew this city even better than he had been figuring out Gotham. Suppose, it being that little bit lighter helped, but really. It could be just as dark… Hmmm, he’d say more gritty. Definitely more gritty and perhaps a little less on the crazy side. Mostly… As he’d scouted Boomerang walking the streets below, doing his best to walk a way and Arsenal knew had he let him. He’d walk into nothing good… Shooting out a zip line, was a breeze. Arsenal was an exceptional marksman as he was exceptional with any weapon, but sometimes he wasn’t the only one. Suppose, he saw it coming. You hit a snake over the head enough time, its gonna turn back around and bite back. Arsenal had slid roughly half way, when a Boomerang had come into his path and attempted to break his line. Break it did, there was little Arsenal could do to stop it and he didn’t entirely need to… It threw a jolt in his landing for sure, but he hadn’t been called Speedy for nothing. He was quick on his feet. With the distance he had now to break. He summersaulted as he approached the pavement. Rolling to a knee. Hand pressed to the ground. A potential hero pose, minus the cape.

Whilst, Arsenal hadn’t been caused to stumble, it certainly would have allowed some time for Boomerang to have gained a little distance. Though, for however much that was. Arsenal would have motioned to gain the distance as swift as he could. Being the more sober fighter, that would help. He knew first hand what it was to be drunken. Disorderly and walk straight into a ditch. Arsenal had more than once did that, for sure. There were certainly more pleasant ways to wake up, other than inside a drain…. Hmmm, but some drunks could still be unpredictable. Easy to anger. As noted by the slur that radiated from Boomerang’s mouth, as Arsenal had managed close enough to grab him by his collar. Getting a full dose of the foul stench of Boomerang’s breath, smelling very much like the inside of a beer keg.

”You have friends?!"

Ignoring most of the blubbering mess of Boomerang’s word, as Arsenal responded. It was half a statement, than it was a question. If he had, they probably wouldn’t have let him wanderer out in the city. Senseless. Alone. Not that Arsenal could entirely say any better about that himself, but this wasn’t about him. As the tiny smug look appeared in the corner of his lips, otherwise he remained composed. Though suppose his attention had been a little taken back as Boomerang had quickly raised his head. Suppose, he’d half expected retaliation. If Boomerang had aimed for his nose, he entirely missed and was met more with the rim of Arsenal’s cap. Ah, he knew there be a good use for it at some point. Arsenal certainly was amused by the poorly aimed head butt, as noted by the dark chuckle beneath his breath. Chalk that up to potentially blurred vision. Being drunk and fucking stupid. Arsenal’s amused looked dashed, as he motioned a swing of his right fist across Boomerang’s own face. His nose. Arsenal could be a brawler, regardless of being drunk. He may have a no kill zone, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy beating up bad guys. In the process of his attack back. Felt the swift pressure as Boomerang had smashed an arm against Arsenal’s left elbow. It definitely allowed a break free for Boomerang. Arsenal removed what grip he had with his left hand. Motioning a strike back with that very same left elbow across the face. Of course, having now freed his hands. Allowed for Boomerang to bring out the goods, right under Arsenal’s nose. It took his initial gaze and natural instinct to jump back. Ever so slightly. That the blade ran across the surface of his suit on his chest. It did not penetrate, but Arsenal felt the pressure. Along with Boomerang no doubt. Given that Arsenal’s suit had a built in electronic pulse, much like the Bat Family had. So naturally at the contact, top that with the metal material of the blade, would have jolted out a sharp electronic shock. Not deadly by any means, but well it certainly wouldn’t have been fun for the Boomer. Unless, he enjoyed playing with electric fences. It mainly just tickled Arsenal from the inside.

Whilst that attack had landed quite as Boomerang had intended, what little jolt back Arsenal had made had allowed a little breathing room. Not that it was gonna matter for all, that Arsenal was concerned. Short distance. Long distance. Boomerang was gonna wanna expect Arsenal on his heels one way or another. He was no speedster. No Flash, but still quick on his feet. With all the attention squared on his target. As much as he was aware of. Arsenal’s eyes flashed over Boomerang darkly, but didn’t give off much in much expression. In response to his words. Particularly regarding his mother. Even if Arsenal had cared to answer back, he wouldn’t have a clear cut answer. He hadn’t even known his mother’s name, not even have a clue what she looked like and she sure as hell never had the chance to speak to him. It was almost felt like he hadn’t a mother and as strange as that sounded. Roy hadn’t known any better. It was his norm, if there was ever such a thing… At the request of wanting details. Arsenal knew he’d struck some kind of nerve. Not that he could say he had a full run down, but yes, he’d been tracking the Boomerang. Digger, whatever the fuck he wanted to call himself. He wasn’t gonna scream it from the bleachers. He really couldn’t care less, but he did care about the mess Boomerang had started to make. Whilst not a clear path. It was still there, if one looked for it.

”Let’s just say I’ve got friends in fast places… You might not have thought you had left much of a trail, but there was certainly enough bread crumbs to follow. I’m a hunter, I hunt bad guys, its what I do. In any given, you’ve come to the city of the Emerald Archer and be sure as hell… You were noted and you aren’t wanted here."

Arsenal responded in brief detail. He wasn’t exactly going to give an complete run down of everything that had led to this. He wasn’t to know exactly the play by play Boomerang had shook in Central City, but what ever it was. Was enough to warrant Green Arrow’s detection. Putting little information to Arsenal. He simply figured a lot of the rest on his own. He had eyes and ears not just throughout Gotham, but in most areas. He was as he put it across. A hunter. As were The Outsiders. This was exactly what they dealt with. Not waiting for the bad guys to make their move. Boomerang had warranted enough pegs in his past, to be a high enough risk. A risk Arsenal had been sent to deal with personally. In this little chit chat. Boomerang had used the time to attempt to distract and perhaps for the most part it worked. He wasn’t a completely goof when it came to a boomerang, even if his aim was a little off when drunk. Arsenal also knew weapons. He was for the most part a master. Arsenal was aware enough that he caught the sound of the weapon cutting through the air some distant from his head, but he was short just that little bit short in his reaction. In his semi Matrix like dodge. The Boomerang still skidded across the bone of his cheek. Causing a bit of a dash, but more a knock to the face, enough for him to spit out a little blood. A taste he wasn’t unfamiliar with. In his swift dodge of his head and slight twist of his body, a hand escaped to grab an arrow. Perhaps there had been that window of a chance for Boomerang to run. Whether he had or not. Arsenal swiftly returned with a well aimed and pointed a club arrow. If not a mid section, a back shot, maybe? A limb? Arsenal motioned quick on Boomerang’s heels. If there was another boomerang on its way. Arsenal summersault in decent reflex and stealth to avoid it. Whilst shooting an arrow, that would disrupt its path…There was also a gadget looking device on the top side of Arsenal’s right glove. With the right touch it shot out a cybernetic laser, you could never say he hadn’t learn something from Cyborg. The dude was a super computer and well, Arsenal had a knack for invention. Suppose there was a robot on his pack, had he felt inspired tonight. Hmmm, but blowing up Boomerang, might end this in the wrong way. In any sort. Arsenal had many array of weapons up his sleeves. Heck, even down his pants. If that all failed. A little fist cuff, wasn’t off the tables.

[Digger Harkness-Cpt. Boomerang]

Digger would grin widely as Arsenal questioned his statement he had made to distract the man. This would give him just enough time to land the headbutt he had planned. While his aim would cause him to hit Arsenal's hat first Digger didn't much care, continuing with the strike as it would flip the hat forward over Arsenal's face before driving it into the man's nose. Sure, the hat would soften the blow, but it would do little else, but that. Following through with his second and third strike surprisingly quickly for being drunk Digger would be in for a surprise of his own. Connecting just barely with the slash of his boomerang the man would grunt and swiftly step back as intended. However, he would complete this action more from instinct rather than by choice. Feeling a rather unpleasant jolt run through his body upon contact. At the same time he would receive a direct punch to his own nose, causing blood to run down his upper lip.



"You cheeky bastard! Now that's just unfair!" He shouted back as he caught his returning boomerang with his free han, returning both to his jacket before fetching two different boomerangs. "Okay, now it's personal!"



With those last words Digger would ready himself before charging at Arsenal, blades readied. Turning his shoulder Digger planned to run right through Arsenal, but was ready for the man to react. However the man reacted Digger would do so himself to avoid any strikes that would come his way. At the same time he would let loose the two instruments he had just pulled from his coat. Throwing the seemingly blunt objects toward Arsenal Digger would grin widely as his finger slid over a button on both devices before they left his hand. While Digger was aware Arsenal was fast the man would adjust accordingly, using one of his devices he was sure had enough range to catch the man. The object would seem like it was more of a non-lethal weapon and just that as the delay would cause it to remain low profile as it would either impact it's target or simply be dodged, however as it returned a rather nasty effect would activate right as it changed directions to come back to digger. At that moment a thick fog of alcohol would spray from both boomerangs, catching both of them in it's radius. Digger was all to happy to use this new design since he was already under such effects, but for people who weren't use to such things he was sure it would be a fun experience. That being said he was not sure of this man before him, sure the man was sober and it would therefore still have some effect, but Digger himself wasn't completely sure the man hadn't enjoyed his fair share of booze before and perhaps was use to it's effects.



"Maybe it's time you joined the party. After all its not a party if you're not sloshed, mate." Chuckling as he retrieved a pair of goggles from his coat Digger would place them over his eyes as he used the thick cloud of liquid to cover his movement. At the same time the boomerangs would finish their circle back, however they would simply turn around and follow the perimeter of the cloud, further increasing it's size. They would continue this motion for sometime, until the whole street from sidewalk to sidewalk was covered in a thick cloud stretching about half a block down. Sure Digger could have used this cover to attempt to escape, but where would all the fun be in that? Instead the man would simply use the fog as light cover as he continued to charge Arsenal's position. If anything he hoped that maybe engaging the man would force him to confront him within the fog or take a couple strikes of his own before he could exit the cloud of booze. Slipping a mask over his face before he began his onslaught Digger charged toward the outline of Arsenal. Aiming four rapid shots at the figure's ribs rather than trying to go for any strikes to the head.

[Roy Harper - Arsenal]

As life could be a gamble, same could be said about a fight. Of course practise helped. It always helped. Didn’t entirely mean success at every turn. So going into this, Arsenal had no expectations that it was gonna be a total breeze. Though he expected to have slightly better odds, having the clearer head, but being irrational could be unpredictable. Just as Arsenal had expect some defence, but rather not the head butt to his hat. With its more dire effects, pushing rim of his hat flat on his face. Yeah, it dug. He felt a level of pressure of the head butt behind it, but really did more damage to his hat. Suppose, Arsenal could take that personally. He was rather fond of that hat. As in motion, whether by hand. Even between force of moment, his cap was soon then removed from his head. Which perhaps would have opened up more for direct head butts, rather Arsenal had retaliated with his fist. Perhaps in part for his hat. The following swipes that Boomerang had made or tried to make across Arsenal’s chest. Had indeed rendered a shock, maybe a vastly deep shock. It had hardly been Arsenal’s fault, intention probable. Not that it could always protect him, but it certainly aided in situations such as this. Although it seemed to have warranted a unruly mouth. Unknowingly how home hitting he was in saying bastard. Arsenal was pretty much a bastard, as far as he knew. It bothered him in the slightest, as far as he thought.

”Life’s unfair!"

Arsenal responded simply and he imagined rather truthfully. Life was life. If anyone knew the craps it brought, Arsenal certainly did and he was hardly someone to sit down crying about it. Well, perhaps he had done in the past in a manner of speaking. More like a manner with alcohol, but hey. This wasn’t about him. Personal? Arsenal really wasn’t here for much of a conversation, but Boomerang was certainly a take to heart kinda guy it seemed. Arsenal smirked, maybe he just didn’t like Boomerang, mmmm or he simply didn’t think much at all about him. What else was there to know that Arsenal didn’t know already? It wasn’t like he was dealing with someone with a great deal of innocence. Which at this point as Boomerang reached into his jacket. Arsenal half hoping it wasn’t to show more than he needed to see. The dude seriously looked homeless, wasn’t not to expect. Hmmm, right boomerangs. Arsenal had prepared and fired his gun. Literally. With as precise detail and aim. It just happened Boomerang was somewhat good at dodging, rather well for a man that was suppose to be drunk. Arsenal aimed a shot at the flying boomerangs as well in his efforts. It dislodged them to a degree. Although it didn’t seem their path entirely was aimed at him. Not at all it would seem. Boomerang had either completely aimed wrong or there was something else up with the boomerangs. Suppose, having the an range of Arrows. Should it be much of a surprise a boomerang could as well? Arsenal expected something to be up, but he hadn’t expected what actually followed.

Gas. Thick fog billowed out of the boomerangs and started surrounding the area. Particularly Arsenal. Initial reaction he covered him face. Mouth and nose with his arm, as the stench was quickly discovered. There was literally alcohol in the air. Seriously, what the fuck? Arsenal breathes were distant, as to feel as little of the alcohol escape down his lungs. What did, burnt. Before little beads danced upon his tongue. Arsenal did not linger many minutes, before he activated a form of a gas mask that attached or even sprung from his eye mask. Having been on the battlefield for a few decent years, this certainly wasn’t the first time he’s had some form of gas thrown his way. Of course, alcohol gas would certainly be the first. The mask certainly withheld any more getting into his system. Though it didn’t totally take away the smell. Arsenal could very well still smell it, or suppose having been an alcoholic, it was kinda a built in kinda smell. Does it ever really leave? He had been at least six months sober. So, this potentially trying to break that. Arsenal was certainly less than thrilled about. He wasn’t gonna let some low life, no good douchebag, fuck it up for him.

”You’re in the wrong place for a party. I didn’t come here to dance in circles. I’m here for a mother fucking fight, Mate!"

Cutting it right down the middle or really cutting the conversation short. As Arsenal was sure he more than got his words across. Party, please. If anyone knew how to party, Roy certainly did and he certainly had countless times in this city, but this… This was hardly a party. Whilst there was certain joys in catching the bad guys. Arsenal never confused when the party ended and the fight began. Right now it was on. For the most part. Despite having overcoming the whole breathing aspect with the gas. There was still effects regarding sight. Whilst they were covered and protected by his red eye mask. Of course with built technology, that well lets not waste time going into detail. Could help in some ways of vision, but it wasn’t going to give a completely clear nor perfect eye sight. Suppose, the many practises with a blindfold may pay off. Not that Arsenal liked to say he was completely stealth like a ninja, well maybe he would. He was still Roy underneath these garbs. In reality, he was also human. With the boomerangs swirling and making the cloud bigger, wasn’t entirely helping. Arsenal could make a move. feel it out, perhaps how track for movement, but obviously Boomerang had a plan. Of some sort despite being drunk himself. So it was best to let it play out. At least a little. Seriously how much damage could he do. Out of a puff of smoking gas, he did come. Swiftly at that. Pulling for four strikers across Arsenal’s ribs. Starting of as small blows, until eventually one was deep enough to break a little skin. As Arsenal did grab at it with one hand. Falling briefly to one knee. Well, he had asked a fight. A fight it was. With splattering of blood across his midsection, not overly noticeable with the red of his suit and the obvious thick cloud around them. In between the motions of the rapid shots. Arsenal’s hand did motion for a weapon. Another weapon, he did have an Arsenal with him after all. Particularly pulled out a billy club. Similar looking to Roy’s personal baseball bat, just a small version and thicker piece of wood. He didn’t wave it around, swinging it. He lingered it in a loose grip beside him, out of sight. Before swinging it with one swift precision as Boomerang had motioned for his last shot. It wasn’t a sharp weapon, it was blunt, but very sturdy piece of wood. That Arsenal had swung motioning into Boomerang’s own midsection. Think ribs and gut. Anything in between. In expecting that Boomerang would in some way hunch over. Arsenal immediately swung a second blow to the back of Boomerang’s left knee, with intent to push him forward on his knees. Followed by a third strike directly to his back and spine. Motioned a red gloved hand at his head. To motion a decent grab of his hair. Potentially pulling his goggles back and let them snap back. Really who wears goggles to a fight?

[Digger Harkness-Cpt. Boomerang]

As he rushed in to meet his opponent Digger would be pleased by the results his assault yielded as he felt his punches connect. However, he would not be so ready for such a quick counterattack from the masked man. A stiff shot to the stomach would be felt right before another to the legs. Falling to his knee Digger would look up just in time to react to the third strike. Darting his hand up and snatching the bat mid-swing Digger would feel the blow smack his hand, but would force himself to push through it.

"Bad move,mate!"

Digger shouted as he firmly grasped the bat in one hand. Quickly reacting he would crane his neck to the side as the man tried to grab his hair before firmly snapping his jaw shut in an attempted to get a hold of the other's hand. At the same time he would power his way toward the man. Driving his shoulder toward Arsenal's core Digger would release the bat as he dug his hands into the man, reaching for a firm handhold as he continued trying to force the man back as hard as he could. Being a big man Digger wasn't the most nimble, but the proximity of the two would help him there. On the other hand he would bank on being just as strong if not more than his opponent. With this he would use his strengths to his advantage as he would simply continue to run with the man in his grasp. Should he succeed the one called, Arsenal, would quickly find himself in close relation with the brick wall of the nearest building. If and when Digger would feel the man connect with the building he would multiply the force even further by dropping his center of gravity and driving his right shoulder directly into the man's previously targeted ribs.

A smile plastered on his masked face the whole time Digger would reach for another boomerang, either as he pinned Roy to the wall or from a distance after retreating (should his assault fail). Then all of the sudden he would begin to search through his coat a bit more confused as if what he was reaching for wasn't there. At the same time a metal clanging sound could be heard as the boomerangs dispersing the alcohol fumes fell to the ground, having ran out of gas and not been called back in time. By this time Digger knew the cops were bound to show up any minute and he would stop his attempt to combat this 'hero' of star city. Instead he continued to search through his coat like a madman, but would neither take his full attention off of Arsenal or actually open his coat beyond what was need for him to reach in. He couldn't put his tricks all out in the open for others to see, after all Digger was a classy man....at least he would like to think so.

However, his class level was not relevant at such a time. Digger had lost something he had valued and he would be damned if he didn't find it. After a quick search of his coat he would glance at Arsenal before running further into the cloud of alcohol. Should the man be incapacitated from his charge or ready to strike was of no concern of Digger's. He had more time to continue to fight, at least in his mind, and therefore he completely disregarded it as he switched his attention to the ground of the cloud. While he was a bit off put by misplacing something he was not too drunk, not yet at least, to let his guard down. After all if this man were to come at him a beating sure would stop him from recovering his lost object in the curtain of liquor and Digger couldn't have that.