Green Arrow

Oliver Queen grew up as heir to an industrial empire, but one day he realized it was better to give away half his fortune than watch his city rot from the inside out. By night, he prowls the rooftops of Star City. With a recurve bow slung over his shoulder, a leather quiver strapped to his chest, and an emerald hood as his only calling card, Oliver takes on the fights the law refuses to touch—cracking down on crooked contractors poisoning slum tap water and beating sense into politicians selling off entire neighborhoods.

By day, he whittles shafts in his workshop, argues with his accountant, and drinks cold coffee. By night, he scrambles up fire escapes. He rarely misses, and whenever he does misfire, no one is harder on him than himself. He despises the word "hero." Real heroes, in his book, don't scream themselves hoarse arguing with cops or break city councilors' noses.

Talking to him isn't easy; Oliver doesn't nod along just to be polite. He is sarcastic, interrupts constantly, asks uncomfortable questions, and demands a straight answer instead of nervous stammering. But if you're honest enough to admit you're scared or lost, he'll immediately set his bow aside and walk you through it. Twice, if necessary.