Owner	Pose
Oliver Queen	"Shhh! Hurry up, man! He's gonna be here any second now." A group of four individuals dressed in black quickly work to move a load of duffel bags from a sewer entrance to the back of an old Lincoln town car, working in a 'human conveyer belt' lineup. They huff and sweat, and the car rocks gently from the weight of the cargo dropped into it. "How much longer?" one hisses. "Just a few more..." comes a response from the sewer. "God DAMN, we're gonna make out so sweet on this--" one begins, but is stopped by the man beside him. "I said hush!"
Black Canary	VROOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! The sound of a motorcycle can be heard. An old Harley. A woman is riding on it - wearing a leotard, and fishnet stockings - and shoulder-length blonde hair. She parks and dismounts, arms crossed as she stares at the thugs. "Hello, boys," she coooooos as she walks towards the four. "Oh, I do _so_ hope this is a private party - I love crashing parties." She cracks her knuckles as she walks closer.
Oliver Queen	"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," the man nearest the car groans, and he quickly retrieves a shotgun from beside the set of bags he's been loading in the trunk. The other men similarly drop their bags and reach for pistols and Uzis from their waists or under their arms. "Lady," the man with the shotgun says, "as much as entertainment would be great on this Dudes' Night Out, it's best if you don't." He cocks the shotgun.
Black Canary	Black Canary grins widely. "Oh GOOD. You brought guns to a fistfight." She takes a deep breath... then screams. But this is no normal sceram of panic. It's a loud SKKKKKKRREEEEEEEEEEEE! A sonic blast that would slam into the man with the shotgun... and send him flying into the wall of the bar - it also seemed to rend the shotgun in half. She gazes at the others. "Last chance, boys. Leave now, empty-handed... or I might get violent."
Oliver Queen	Even as their comrade soars momentarily through the air and into the wall of a nearby bar, the remaining men tense up and glance back and forth at their options--fight or flight? One, at least, seems to make his deciison, and he brings back the hammer of his pistol while aiming at the Canary. Just then, an arrow whistles through the air, 'threading the needle' to slice the man's hand and get itself stuck behind the gun's trigger. The firearm's wielder curses, dropping the pistol. The two remaining men gain their courage and begin firing blindly into the night. On the rooftop above them, meanwhile, an archer in green squats, another arrow already nocked. He lets it fly.
Black Canary	Black Canary glances back at the arrow. Impressive shot. She smiles as she steps to the side - and goes after the two from behind as they're distracted with the archer as she kicks one in the knees to knock him down and karate-chops the gun out of his hand. She then stares at the other one, ready to attack, unless the mysterious archer decides to take action.
Oliver Queen	The loosed arrow zips down and strikes the remaining man in the foot. Before he has a chance to recognize the sudden jolt of pain, he's struck in the face by the archer, who performs a forward flip and solidly lands feet-first on the criminal. The struck man exhales and collapses on the ground, limbs splayed. The archer looks about at the unconscious gang and then to the woman. "Nicely done," he says. "You always had pipes like that?"
Black Canary	Black Canary winks. "Of course," she states. "That was the Canary Cry." She ponders. "That was an impressive shot. I'd be hard-pressed to match it - but I do prefer the simple joys in life - beating thugs senseless with my own two fists." She extends her hand. "I go by Black Canary."
Oliver Queen	The archer slips his bow over his shoulder and onto the side of the quiver at his back. "A woman after my own heart," he says, enveloping the Canary's hand in both of his own. "Green Arrow's my handle. But 'Moonstruck' might be more appropriate at the moment," he adds, "as I don't think I've ever seen a bird so pretty." The archer suddenly releases the woman's hands and shakes his head. "Sorry, sorry," he says, chuckling softly. "Don't know what came over me." He looks about at the unconscious men. "Maybe we should bundle these morons up for a prison pickup?"
Black Canary	Black Canary smiles. "That's fine. I can learn to like a guy like you, Arrow. Yeah, we should call them, but payphones are so hard to find these days." She shrugs as she glances over to the Harley. She sighs as she, reluctantly, gets out a small fliphone out of a pocket in her armored vest. "What's the number again...?" she murmurs, squinting at the thing like it's a viper.
Oliver Queen	"The number for the police?" Green Arrow asks, raising an eyebrow. "Or was that a sly way to try and get my digits?" He flashes a toothy smile. "The easier one is '911', of course. We're not in danger but these guys will probably need some medical attention for the ass-whooping they just received. And we don't want to leave their stuff unsupervised for too long." The archer walks to the car and unzips one of the duffel bags. It's filled with kilos of dirty-looking heroin. He offers a low whistle and shakes his head. "I wonder if it comes with free used syringes."
Black Canary	Black Canary nods as she calls 911 as she raises an eyebrow. She identified herself as Black Canary of the Justice League and reported that she disrupted a robbery. Four perpetrators, somewhat injured, and... a LOT of drugs. She gives an address and hangs up, nodding. "So... wow. That is a LOT of smack." She ponders. "Once the cops arrive and clean up, would you care to go fomr some coffee?"
Oliver Queen	The archer laughs. "I was hoping you'd ask," he says, nodding. "But we might look a little funny in these outfits. Besides..." he pauses. "I've still got some work to do tonight." Sighing briefly, Green Arrow steps from the car toward the Canary. "We could always team up sometime. It's not quite as exciting as coffee, I know. But could be a good workout. For example," he continues, "where were these guys moving stuff from down in the sewer?"
Black Canary	Black Canary nods. "Ah - it never feels like my night is complete without a lovely dive into the sewer system. Going to bed without needing an hour-long shower just means that we had a boring time." She heads to the entrance. "So - how are you at close-quarters? Probably not a LOT of room for archery down here. I don't think anyone else is around..."
Oliver Queen	"Oh, don't worry," the Arrow replies as he begins down into the sewer. "I'm as...practiced...up close as I am from a distance. I might prefer the bow, but I'll keep up." "After all," he adds, dropping into the tunnel, "not all of us have a bird-song to knock out those who hear it."
Black Canary	Black Canary smiles as she taps your shoulder and puts a finger to her lips, gesturing for you to be quiet. She finishes climbing down with you, then she shows another use of her golden pipes. In a perfect imitation of one of the thugs, the one with the shotgun she calls, "Hey slackers! Hurry up already and let's blow this join!" It doesn't even sound like a woman talking right then - she's scouting for othe bad guys as she stands in a shadow.
Oliver Queen	There are wheel tracks in the tunnel--as if someone had a cart or the like. In fact, some distance down the tunnel, someone barely visible is pushing a cart away from the vigilantes' position, although it seems to be taking some effort. The Arrow grabs his bow and an arrow from his quiver, and he fires a shot toward the figure. As it flies, the arrow lights up like a flare, making the cart-pusher clearly visible. "Sh**!" he curses, and climbs over the cart to try and run off without it.
Black Canary	Black Canary smiles as she chases after it, sending a Canary Cry which surprisingly doesn't echo very much - it's a focused blast, adn blasts the wheel off the cart as she runs after it, grinning widely. She oh so loves a good fight.
Oliver Queen	Ahead of the Canary, the man runs toward a T-intersection. He jukes left as the flare arrow's light radius ends, but then makes a sharp right turn instead. Behind Black Canary, the Green Arrow runs, bow in hand. He leaps, clearing the disabled cart as if it were a racing hurdle.
Black Canary	Black Canary just easily hurdles the broken cart - but stops a moment to see - yep, more smack inside. She chases after Arrow after the last criminal, unable to get a cleaer shot with her Canary Cry. She picks up a small rock, deciding that'll do if she gets a shot.
Oliver Queen	As the fleeing man heads down the right-side tunnel, the Green Arrow slows down just enough to take aim and fire obliquely at the tunnel wall. The arrow ricochets back and forth--PING, PANG, TING--and then the man cries out in pain, followed by the sound of an adult-sized object dropping to the ground. "Ladies first," he says as he passes by Black Canary at a jog.
Black Canary	Black Canary raises an eyebrow. "Now THAT is some impressive archery," she coooos as she pulls up alongside Arrow... and then goes to the final criminal, and puts her foot down on his back. "Well... what _do_ you have to say for yourself?" she asks.
Oliver Queen	The man chokes back sobs and clutches his leg--from which the arrow sticks out at a sharp angle. "I--I--I..." he attempts to breathe and grimaces. "Supposed to be an easy job...cart waiting for us, just--just needed to be wheeled a few city blocks and then...then taken to the car, parked in a garage not far off. Open the trunk tomorrow night and find the payment waiting." He continues to grasp his leg, even as it's bleeding onto the gross tunnel floor. The Green Arrow folds his arms across his chest. "Well. I don't know about you, you pretty, pretty bird, but I have an idea for a second date."
Black Canary	Black Canary smiles. "Ah... perhaps one that doesn't involve sewers and smack?" she asks as she grinds her foot against the back of the hurt thug. "You are a regular romantic, aren't you?" she croons. "And... you must also be a fan of Robin Hood, considering your getup." She ponders. "So - you're going to confess all your crimes, right? I'm sure that my archer friend can get that arrow out of your leg and patch up the holes..." she asks the bad guy.
Oliver Queen	"This...was my first! I swear!" the man hisses. "Cousin...was going--going to hook me up. Supposed to be so much easier than...managing that vape shop." He pounds a fist on the ground. "Guess that shows me...for thinking big." He groans again. Green Arrow sighs and reaches down to grab the man by the ankle of his uninjured leg. "Just hold on and we'll take care of that. It'll just be a minute." He begins dragging the man back toward the tunnel entrance they'd come from. "Which one's your cousin? What's his name?" "Marvin. Kind of a big guy. Likes to talk a lot," the criminal says, blinking away tears. "Probably the guy you sang to," the archer says over his shoulder to the Canary.
Black Canary	Black Canary nods slowly as she helps drag the bad guy back to the tunnel entrance. "On second note, probably a bad idea to break the cart," she muses. "I do hope your cousin regains his hearing." Finally they get to the ladder and gazes up. "He can't climb a ladder like this," she notes to Arrow.
Oliver Queen	"I'm not going to make him climb," Green Arrow replies. He reaches down and winds a cord about the man, securing it to itself with a carabiner. The other end of the cord is attached to an arrow. "You stay right here. I'll be back." He climbs up the tunnel and, a moment later, there's the *TWANG* of his bow and a whirr of machinery. The cord begins to pull the man up--not that the ride is especially smooth. But up he goes. On the street, the Arrow's set up a small tripod that's rolling up the slack on the cord. As the injured man nears the top, the archer pulls him out and begins creating a tourniquet. "EMTs will be here soon. You don't touch this and you'll probably live. Understand?" the Arrow asks. The man nods, clearly frightened.
Black Canary	Black Canary climbs up as she starts to hear sirens approaching. "Well, Arrow. Do you want to greet our friends' new caretakers?" she asks. "Let's say hi and then depart. Perhaps for some coffee at my place. I think you'll love it."
Oliver Queen	With a shrug, the Green Arrow grins. "We could. Or we could skip the introductions. While law enforcement does its part, I prefer to work in the shadows--where the lights are off. If you follow me." "Or, rather," he adds, "I'll follow you."
Black Canary	Black Canary nods as she goes to her motorcycle. "Sure - ummmmm... let's go to your place - I'll follow onmy Harley." She revs it up, knowing that the cops are coming in very short order.
Oliver Queen	"I'm sure you'll be more than capable of keeping up," Green Arrow replies. "I'll just be taking a bit of a different kind of route." He runs to a nearby dumpster and leaps upon it before jumping again to climb atop the building against which it sits. He points in a southeastern direction. "I'll try to be as fast as the canary flies," he chuckles, and takes off along the roof, making his way up and over a slightly higher adjacent building.
Black Canary	Black Canary nods as she vroooooms as she pursies the flying Arrow, right as the first police sirens and lights arrive on the scene as she pursuies this most interesting man, grinning widely. She can't _wait_ for the second date.