So apparently Leonard’s come in contact with Deathstroke. Yeah. Yer heard me right. DEATHSTROKE. He's looking for that prissy superheroine known to the community as Supergirl. And he's basically seeking information
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At the request of Captain Cold, I'd come by the residence where he and his associates currently called home. I was looking for a superheroine who, as I'd stated, didn't belong. And, I needed information on her-specific information.
"This way."
Patient as ever since I wasn't on a timetable, except for my own, I walked through the portal, a smirk behind my mask.
"Supergirl, your time will come...very sooner than expected." I thought while heading into the portal.
Guiding Deathstroke through the portal, I set my compact down and waited for his body to emerge into the warehouse where we all choose to set up shop for this 'meeting.'
"Welcome to the club meetin' Mister Guest o' Honor." I grinned with a slyly.
If anything, this encounter was sure to be an interesting one. "'ave a seat." I motioned to the bit of group seating off to his right and reached down for my compact.
Normally, I would prefer to stand, but since I was the aforementioned guest of honor-and it would be rude to refuse a generous request-I sat in the seat given to me.
"Charmed." I responded, in the mood to proceed with business. The quicker I got the information on Supergirl, the sooner I could handle her, and rid Keystone of a superheroine that didn't belong.
Leonard pushed down his parka hood and took a seat behind the rather large and ragged conference table. He leaned forward, elbows going on the table, immediately getting down to business.
"Now I've assured you all why we're here.
"Our GUEST here--" Leonard motioned to Deathstroke. "--is looking for someone who doesn't belong here."
He sat quietly for a moment. "SUPERGIRL. She's here in this damned city somewhere and he wants 'er. And being the gentleman we are I told him that if we'd have any information we'd give it to him."
His fist came down upon the table. "So let's make like a talk show and SHARE, huh?"
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"This way."
Patient as ever since I wasn't on a timetable, except for my own, I walked through the portal, a smirk behind my mask.
"Supergirl, your time will come...very sooner than expected." I thought while heading into the portal.
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"Welcome to the club meetin' Mister Guest o' Honor." I grinned with a slyly.
If anything, this encounter was sure to be an interesting one. "'ave a seat." I motioned to the bit of group seating off to his right and reached down for my compact.
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"Charmed." I responded, in the mood to proceed with business. The quicker I got the information on Supergirl, the sooner I could handle her, and rid Keystone of a superheroine that didn't belong.
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"Now I've assured you all why we're here.
"Our GUEST here--" Leonard motioned to Deathstroke. "--is looking for someone who doesn't belong here."
He sat quietly for a moment. "SUPERGIRL. She's here in this damned city somewhere and he wants 'er. And being the gentleman we are I told him that if we'd have any information we'd give it to him."
His fist came down upon the table. "So let's make like a talk show and SHARE, huh?"
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