Chapter ONE
Under the light of the full moon, we dance.
The sound of quiet running came from the stairwell as a Black Figure, and a hero donned in red with a quiver on his back ascended the stairs towards the roof. The hero in red pulled an arrow from his quiver, and aimed at the figure in black ahead of him, but missed, and the arrow stuck into the wall with a quiet thunk.
But when the sun begins to shine, I must go.
The door to the rooftop was kicked open, and it flew off of its hinges, causing it to slam to the ground a few feet away. The figure that had kicked it did not stop to observe their handiwork, but continued to run. A red arrow shot out of the stairwell behind the figure, and without a second's hesitation, the figure spun on its heel, sliced the arrow in half with a knife, and then continued to sprint towards the edge of one of Star City's tallest buildings.
For the sun may bring light, but the light reveals my clandestine.
None other than Red Arrow himself came sprinting out of the stairwell after the figure, bow and arrow in hand, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the figure.
"Stop!" Red Arrow yelled, taking aim at the figure, and then releasing an arrow. Before he even stopped to see if the arrow would hit his target, he began sprinting after it again.
Fret not my love, for by the light of the next full moon, we shall dance once more.
The arrow chased after the black figure, and just before it was supposed to hit, it exploded open into a giant net. Just as Red Arrow began to think that he had his suspect, the figure leapt into the air over the net, causing his eyes to widen with shock, snatch the net, swing it around their head, and then throw it at Red Arrow with all their might- all mid air. If Red Arrow had blinked, he would have missed the entire show.
By the light of the full moon, we shall love once more.
But he didn't even have time to think once the net hit him, causing him to fall back, rolling over back onto his knees as he witnessed his suspect sprint towards the edge again, jump, and disappear into the night.
"You're not getting away that easy." Red Arrow seethed, pulling out a sharp arrow, and slicing open the net. He untangled himself quickly, and then sprinted towards the edge, searching for his target.
He spotted the figure gliding through the air, aimed his arrow, and then aimed.
He watched as his arrow flew towards the figure, hoping that it would hit its target.
By the light of the full moon in the Night, we shall love- but soon, in the day.
The figure sensed the arrow, and suddenly let its arms go limp, causing the figure to plummet to the ground, the arrow shooting off into the darkness of the night.
He watched, his mouth agape as the figure quickly composed itself, landed on a building hundreds of feet below him, and continued to run into the night.
Red Arrow, once again had lost the elusive Night.
He reached up to his right ear, and pressed one the comm.
"I lost him. Couldn't even get a tracker on him." He sounded angry, and frustrated. A voice on the other end sighed.
"You can't win them all, Red." The voice of Green Arrow himself came through as Red Arrow shot off a grappling line at a building nearby. He was careful not to choose one that would send him down an uncontrollable rollercoaster.
"But I can try." He snarled back quietly so that his mentor would not hear.
Green Arrow sighed on the other end of the comm. link. He was perched at the other end of the city with Black Canary seated next to him, listening closely with her own comm. Red Arrow was hard headed, but he wasn't stupid. Black Canary gave Green Arrow a meaningful look, and Green Arrow shrugged back.
"Red, why don't you contact the team? You've been chasing this… Night, for nearly a month- and he's gotten away with-"Red Arrow cut him off.
"I don't need the teams help!" He snapped as he landed on a rooftop, and jogged to the edge, keeping a close lookout for Night. It was difficult to see Night in the darkness, even under a full moon, due to his all black attire. The only defining feature Night had was the knives he threw- cold stainless metal, with cobra venom painted along the edge of the blade, and a circle engraved into the handle. Red Arrow had only been able to collect one of these knives, seeing that Night always used his blades sparingly, and rarely threw them.
Red Arrow had dubbed Night, Night when he could not find evidence of any other name at the crime scenes, and since he only seemed to appear at night. Most other villains did as well- but some of them would make occasional daytime appearances. Night exclusively worked in the shadows.
"Roy." The sound of Black Canary's disapproving tone made him think for a moment.
There was silence on either end of the comm. for a while as Red Arrow stopped to think, the wind blowing through his short red hair as he stared at the full moon. It was late, and he had spent most of his night chasing Night.
Red Arrow finally sighed, and pulled a grappling arrow out of his quiver. He aimed at a building nearby, and shot at it, after pulling on the grapple and confirming it was safe to use, he spoke once more.
"Fine. I'll contact the team." And then the comm. was silent for the rest of the night.
-0-
Nothing is more relieving than the feeling of taking off layers of hot Kevlar and body armor after a night's hard work stealing the one of the world's most powerful computer programs.
It was a job, and Night had succeeded. Pick up and payment was already over with, and now a briefcase filled with fifty-thousand dollars sat happily in a safe in the back of the closet underneath a pile of clothing and shoes.
Tonight, Night had evaded Red Arrow for the umpteenth time, and again, gotten home without a scratch on the multiple layers of Kevlar and body armor.
As Night carefully placed the Kevlar and body armor under a loose floorboard, along with the collection of blades and a pair of boots, the moon began to fade away, and the sun peeked above the horizon, as if waiting for permission to rise.
Night reached up to put away the final piece of the costume, unwrapped the black scarf around his head, and then moved to take off the hard and unusual full face mask, or helmet, whichever more it seemed like, that made him appear faceless, and eyeless to others.
Night lifted the mask, and a long braid of black hair fell out from underneath it.
Night was a girl. A black haired, silver eyed girl- she couldn't have been more than 110 pounds, and she certainly didn't look all that threatening. The thief that Red Arrow had been hunting nearly a month was a young girl.
"Unscathed, as always," She breathed; proud that none of her costume had been damaged, yet again. "Until next week, my friend," She placed the mask on top of the rest of the costume, and then put the floorboard back in its place. "We shall meet again."
I cannot believe I'm adding on another story. But I hope you guys like it.