Agents of the Night Part 2/?

Knock*Knock*

"Who is it?" A mumbled voice asked on the other side of a door.

"Blackgate…and a special guest." The door opened at the mans words. In walked a tall man standing at 6'3 with unusual skin tone. Azure-Blue in the light of the hallway he made his way into. After him, another person stepped in. They wore a long, black, shagged and battle worn looking veil all over their body. "Tell him we need to talk to 'em."

The person who opened the door, a scantily dressed woman, nodded and then disappeared from the room after turning a corner.

"Told 'ya. No need to get all murdery on me now?" The blue skinned man said as some fear laced his tone. All he received was a quick twitch in the hood of the veil.

A minute rolled pass as the woman came back. "S-sorry but he dont want no visiters."

An urgent look came to the blue skinned man's face. "Tell him I-"

"Enough!" A stern, accented voice came from the veiled person before a torrent of chaos erupted from the room. A metallic spear sprung forth from the hidden persons body and with mastered grace, it was slammed into the ground while the figure somersaulted into the air.

A blast of purple energy emanated from the spear and the entire building shook from the blast. Anyone near the blast was sent flying into the walls. And while the regular girl was hurt, but the blue skinned man was not. "THE HELL?" He yelled in anger as he charged the veiled person. The spear sliced across his face. He stumbled back in surprise, "H-how? I should be bulletproof."

"You doubt our weapons?" The veiled person said before another blast, a focused one, hit the huge man in his chest, launching through another wall. "I know you are here, Slade Wilson. Come out, coward." A storm of bullets flew up from the ground, tearing through the veil the figure had on, exposing a suit of Vibranium weaved into a White Panther suit.

"Found you." N'Jadaka said unfazed by the gun fire. "He is here, My King!" He said into his kimyo beads.

< Good. Me and my guest are on our way. You may engage. > T'Challa's voice came from it.

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It hadn't taken us much time. I rode with Batman in his personal armored plane. A beautifully armored and decked out piece of machinery. If he had Vibranium he could make an absolute work of art. And while I could and will try my hardest not to allow him any, somehow, someway, he will get some.

"This subordinate of yours, can you trust him to not engage in…-"

"He will not kill Slade Wilson. I have need of him." I cut him off before he could get to deep into his justice crusade. "You can trust that I will not break your rules in your territory, Batman." He gives me a blank look, obviously not trusting me.

Silence reigned as we eventually came across a building hanging by its threads. Most of it was rubble and in the center, N'Jadaka in a battle royale with Emperor Blackgate, Deathstroke and someone I didn't know.

I exited the cramped plane immediately as it wouldn't due to let my cousin die. Even though he is highly capable, Deathstroke himself is a force to be reckoned with, while Emperor Blackgate is shifty and crafty criminal with Meta-Human abilities.

As I leap silently, In slowmo, the last unknown person flexed his his muscles, and without a singular second going by, a burst of energy pulsed out of his body.

——

A flood of golden energy surged out of the unknown persons body in the shape of an dome, throwing anyone in the immediate area away.

T'Challa landed smoothly. "Slade Wilson, AKA Deathstroke. For your crimes against me, the sole monarchy ruler of Wakanda, and my people, I invoke my authority as King and charge you with First-degree murder, Assisted Suicide Manslaughter, and Murder for Hire. Your punishment will be dealt with in Wakanda, do you understand?"

If Slade was worried he didn't show it. "You're not the first and you're not gonna be the last, kid. Lets get this over with." He replied nonchalantly.