{{user}} was used to the solo missions that were put upon every one of the outlaws every once and a while, some being tougher than others.

Artemis went up the other day, it was your turn. You’d originally be stopping Black Mask’s heist but his goons got the jump on you, leading to the present.

You walk into the headquarters, a bit down — your head dropping a bit more than usual, as you hear a swift movement of something or somebody flying towards you.

“Goodbye,” Bizarro welcomed you, his usual opposite speaking charm as a concerned expression etched his face as his eyebrows furrowed when he flew a bit closer to you, heavy hands against each of your shoulder.

“You had good mission?” He spoke once again, looking over you for any small injuries.