"You're working for him? You're working for Deathstroke?" Dick growls, venom dripping off his tone. You don't dare glance over your shoulder, keeping your resolve as strong as you can.

It had been easy to lead the team into a trap when you were such a trusted member, giving you the perfect opportunity to steal what you'd been ordered to. You had thought this part would be easy, betraying the team, but hearing the anger in Dick's voice wasn't easy.