Will was fairly certain the guy on the opposite rooftop meant him no harm. Otherwise, that arrow could easily have been aimed at his head.
He glanced at the action camera, now scattered across the ground in pieces.
"You should count yourself lucky. That thing wasn't mine, so I won't ask you to pay for it."
"You're the one who should count himself lucky. Appreciate the time I'm still willing to waste talking to you. Drop your weapon and take off your hood, now!" Standing above him with his bow fully drawn, Roy looked disdainful.
Deep down, he actually hoped his opponent would put up a little resistance. After all, the fake Green Arrow's influence was steadily growing. If he was just a clown who beat up gangs and set off a few explosions on the side, that was practically an insult to Green Arrow's name.
The Green Arrow Roy knew was a fighter. At least, he once had been.
Back in the present, Will stood amid the ruins and set down the bow and arrows, which were about as useful to him as firewood. He raised both hands, keeping his back to Roy.
"What are you being so coy about? Turn around!"
"You sure you want me to turn around?" Will seemed perfectly relaxed, giving Roy a bad feeling.
He narrowed his eyes, studying the other man through the airborne dust. Whether by coincidence or fate, a ceiling panel over the industrial district came loose, letting a shaft of sunlight slip through the gap.
Scattered by the dust, the light resembled a holy stairway from heaven. It fell into the sunless slums and shone upon the ruins, draping Batman, standing in sunlight for the first time, in a mantle of sanctity.
Even Roy, a staunch advocate of atheism, was