You’ve found yourself in a hold-up at one of the Gotham banks. Typical. Except it’s swiftly turned into a hostage situation…by none other than Deathstroke. It seems he’s being paid to do this, for some ridiculous reason or other. Your irritation grows, overrides common sense. The mercenary stalks by you, and you can’t help speaking up. “You gonna keep us all night, then, weirdo?” He whips around, staring. “What does your soulmark say?” He demands— and your blood runs cold. He’s your soulmate.