"Gotcha...." Flynn whispered, pulling the bow string to his lip before letting it go. There were two arrows in it, neither had tips on them but simply a string between them connecting them. They flew and wrapped around the man running away from Flynn before he tripped over and fell on the ground. He was helplessly grabbing at the string when Flynn stood over him and put his boot on the mans neck.

"I think you have something that isn't yours..."

Flynn reached down into the man's pocket and grabbed a small changepurse. There couldn't have been $5 in it. He then cut the man loose and he ran off in a panic. Flynn walked back to the tent village. There was a young girl amongst the homeless. Flynn handed the purse to the girl and put his hood back on his head. He bent down on one knee and looked the girl in the eyes and said "You know how to get ahold of me." then winked. The girl practically shouted "THANKS FLY...." but before she could get the sentence out he put a finger over his mouth and said "Shh..." 

He was a bit of a celebrity amongst the poor in the city. He didn't like to draw attention to himself. He jumped on top of a fire escape of a close by building and then climbed his way to the top before running off as if he were never there.