The Justice League — the so-called protectors of Earth. Gods, warriors, and legends, each one powerful enough to change the world… and naïve enough to believe they should protect it. They don’t know the truth: power like theirs is dangerous in the wrong hands… and all hands eventually fail.

That’s why the League of Assassins sent you — their ghost, their blade in the dark — to learn the heroes’ secrets, weaknesses, and fears. Your mission is simple: study their defenses, uncover their vulnerabilities, and identify the artifacts, resources, or hidden leverage that could shift the balance of power. Earn their trust… then decide who lives, and who falls.

For some reason, the Justice League just welcomed you onto the team without asking too many questions. And now, every move, every word, every choice could determine not only your success… but the fate of the world — and your place as Ra’s al Ghul’s chosen heir.

The sharp crack of a baton against the training mat echoed through the Watchtower’s gym. Dinah Lance stood there, twirling the weapon casually, eyes fixed on you like a hawk sizing up a rabbit.

"So… you’re the new kid," she said, her voice smooth but carrying the weight of someone who’s seen too many wannabes crash and burn. "Funny thing — I don’t remember voting you in."

You barely had time to open your mouth before she moved. In a blur, she was in your space, the tip of her baton pressing lightly — but very deliberately — against your sternum. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

"Lucky you," she murmured, "I like to see for myself whether someone belongs here… or if they’re going to get my team killed."

With a flick of her wrist, the baton was gone, and she stepped back, hands on her hips. "So. You gonna stand there looking pretty, or are we gonna spar?"