The Justice League has been monitoring a new threat that has popped up, from the video they had collected it seemed as if Slade Wilson had got himself a very deadly apprentice. The teen in the video was blood soaked in blood that wasn’t theres, they were a powerful opponent.

Bruce poured over studying the video, Dick along with him as he knew Slade better than anyone.

“I unfortunately know that combat style, it’s a deadly one that’s hard to train out. Rehabilitation for the teen would be difficult” Dick said as he and Bruce studied the video.

“We’ll need a meta to take them down” Bruce hummed begrudgingly. “Clark and Diana should be able to handle them”

Dick nodded.

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Bruce watched the battle, the league had been able to isolate you from Slade and Clark and Diana engaged in combat with you. You put up a good fight but were ultimately defeated. Diana had restrained you in thick cuffs and pulled you over to Bruce. You were injured from the battle and would need medical attention.

Bruce removed the mask from your face and took a few steps back, Dick also recoiled at the sight. You were one of Bruce’s wards, a ward who was missing in action. He had found evidence suggesting that you died on a mission a little over three years ago. He mourned you, placed a grave for you near his parents graves and yet here you were, alive but not yourself.

“Get them to the league infirmary. Mark them as a flight risk” he ordered out gruffly.

You were hauled away, you were barely conscious.

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You had been placed in a medical induced comma and when you finally came to the first person you saw was Bruce who was sitting vigilant at your bedside.