Earl J. Dukeston stared at his oil rigs and smiled. The media had dubbed him the Duke of Oil. He liked it. He often used it in his ads.
"The Duke of Oil declares you ought to get yer oil fer cheap, pardner." he often said in his ad campaigns.
As he watched his oil workers, men and women, working hard around the clock, he beamed with pride. They made good money doing good, honest, American jobs. He made sure they got paid damn good for that work too.
He loved the oil industry.
As he walked to the oil rig he waved at the foreman. "Hiya, Rich."
"Hiya, boss!" Rich waved back. "Hey crew. The boss man's here."
The oil workers all waved and cheered. "Hiya, Duke!"
A woman with a Rosie the Riveter hairdo yelled. "Hey Becky. Check out the big man."
Becky stood up and whistled at Earl. "Lookin handsome in that ten gallon hat, Duke."
Earl blushed as he took off his hat for the ladies. "Thank you ladies,"
The oil workers all laughed. They loved their boss.
An arrow soared through the air and struck the oil rig.
Everyone looked at the arrow, which was green and had plastique wrapped around it.
Earl looked at it, confused. "Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit."
The arrow exploded. The entire oil rig exploded with it, becoming a giant geyser of flames.
The Duke of Oil was thrown from the oil rig as his friends all died. He lie on the ground, body burning.
Green Arrow walked up to him.
"Your oil fields have destroyed the environment. You are one of the many who are responsible for global warming." Green Arrow stated.
"Th.. the.. science is still.. out.. on global warming." Earl struggled to say.
Green Arrow smirked as he shot an arrow into the Duke of Oils chest.
"No it's not."
Later
The Duke of Oil sat up in a hospitable bed. He looked around.
He looked at his body. He was no longer burned. His body was repaired. Yet, he couldn't feel anything.
A man walked up to him. "Hello, Duke of Oil." he said. "My name is Albert Michaels of SKULL labs. We have repaired your body."
"Why?" Earl asked.
"You have the money to pay for it, for one thing. Plus, we need a man who can fight for a greater cause. A man such as yourself." Albert said. "A man with a motive to take on this man."
He held up a picture of Green Arrow.
Duke of Oil extended his mechanical arm out and grabbed the picture.
"Hell, I'm madder than a wet hen. Me an you is gonna mix, Green Arrow."
to be continued..
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