“Each one of you bring something to the table. I expect everyone of you to excess your assignment and bring Batman’s head to the table.”

Everyone hummed in agreement but you. You were the silent one of the bunch. Death Stroke had ordered you to fill in for his spot as he dealt with a contract.

The Knight felt entranced by your aura. You had a mask similar Death Stroke’s covering your face, making you mysterious to everyone. He loved it.

“Everyone is dismissed but you.” he points you you.