Yay! I got the job

Abnormally skilled or a power was at work.

The latter seemed more than likely. Perked atop a heap of scrap metal, Slade got a good view of the short scuffle. He stood there with his arm's folded infont of his chest, and a calculating look in his single visible eye.

For the brief fight the boy with white hair seemed almost untouchable. It was as if he could tell where her attacks would be even before she even launched them. He had notice that at the start of the fight, he had made way for a single eye to be exposed. That may have been the reason for this turn of event's. That of like Rose, he possessed a form of precognition.

Rose was a weapon that he spent no small amount of time sharpening, teaching and perfecting. She was no where near his level, but with her added abilities she was a most useful tool for killing. So it was moderately surprising to see him dodge each attack of hers with the utmost ease.

"Hm, it seems training will have to be more harsh." He mutterd to himself as he watched the boy dodge bullets point blank. Ravager moved to back away but the boy already launched his attack.

His right fist shot out and then the force rang out and reverberated through the area, a small shockwave was generated as dust was kicked up. Even the ground beneath them cracked and shatterd into fine pieces under the force. Though of course that was not the most surprising thing, no that would be the pitch black electricity sizzling in the air like a live wire. The origins seemed to start at the boy's fist before spreading out like rapidly moving snakes. As Ravager was launched back under the force of the punch a trail of crackling black electricity was lingering in the boy's wake. The air itself seemed to hum with power, as if the very atoms were vibrating in response to the energy that had been unleashed.

Though Deathstroke took note of it, the punch had missed by a mere inch. The damage was due to the sheer shockwave the force of the punch had generated. He glanced at the downed Ravager, before shaking his head in disappointed. It seems that more grueling training was going to be needed after the job was done.

Slade leaped off of the heap of scrap metal he was hoisted atop. He landed on the dusty ground with a heavy thud, yet no injuries was sustained. He watched as the boy raised his right hand, extending his index and middle finger as well as his thumb. Another attack, he could easily see this one was meant to end it all.

"Technique Reversal: Re-"

"That's enough." Slades voice boomed throughout the desolate area.

The boy turned his single visible eye to him. Though not a single ounce of surprise or fear was found in his eye as he almost bordely stared at The Terminator. It would not be a reach to say that this man known as Deathstroke was probably the world's most dangerous and effective assassin. Flashy powers were not needed to kill, efficiency, preparation and skill was more then enough to take care of most. It was why he was so feared.

Yet that eye held not an ounce of said fear.

He would do. Although the plans would have to be altered to fit in this new equation seeing as he could not get Catwoman. Though that was fine, the boy appeared moderately skilled and possessed a power. He would make good use of him.

"You will do fine enough." Deathstroke utterd word's that might have seemed confusing to other's but Gojo was able to pick up on what he meant in a near instance.

"Oh? So you're the client? You know it's not really nice to pick on the one's you try to hire." Gojo spoke as he gestured to Ravager whom was still struggling to stand, the attack seemed to have ruptured a few of her organs and some of her ribs were either fractured or broken. Though her healing factor was taking its sweet time repairing the damage done.

"I needed to see if you were worth it." He started, not even sparring a glance to his downed daughter. "So if you were killed then you would have been nothing but a waste of time." The man bluntly stated. 

"Uh-huh. So I'm done auditioning, do I get the part or what?"

"1281 Wayne Street, Gotham City, NJ 07030. 8:00 p.m. tomorrow night. In the abandoned building on the fourth floor. Do not be late." That was all the man said in an almost robotic way as he moved past Gojo, shakingly Ravager stood up as she wobbled after Slade. She threw him one last glare to which he grinned at before both their backs vanished into the darkness of the night.

("I didn't think Deathstroke would be the client. I thought him and Ravager were after that bounty Black Mask so graciously placed on my head. Guess not, but I wonder which Slade this is. If he isn't a child groomer then that be good. But he's still scummy, seeing as Ravager is with him. But that's not important.") Gojo was actually very surprised.

He had actually not expected Black Flash to work. That wasn't really something anyone could do on command. It was really more so instinctual more than anything, he had entered a kind of zone. Defence was not something he needed to even attempt to think about when fighting most, however  why dodge then? He wanted get a better feel for fighting and landing a punch required him to deactivate Infinity. Sure an infinity fused punch would be something devastating but he wanted to land a Black Flash. Hence the dodging was needed.

He had managed to do it. His Cursed Energy was applied within 0.000001 seconds of that physical hit. And once he landed that punch he saw the concept of Cursed Energy in a new light. It was almost as if he was enlightened to the true nature of what Cursed Energy was as a whole. He was so in tuned with it, which is why he was so confident is casting that Red. But that was more so that he was in the heat of the moment. He did not know if he could actually pull it off, something to check on.

But still if he followed his instincts and let them do the work, continuous use of Black Flash might just be possible. But that was a very big 'might'.

("But barring that, there's still this Black Mask problem. Guess I could kill him, but I'd have to find him first though.") He had an inkling as to who could help with the problem. Though he most likely would not solve the issue today, but he would atleast like to make some measure of progress before tomorrow. 

And so with that in mind he pulled out his phone and called someone.

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"Hm?" As she walked through the almost desolate street's of Gotham City in her civilian clothes she took note of the buzzing phone in her pocket. Selina pulled her phone out as she looked at the Caller ID for a moment before she answered.

"So how did the meeting go? You make a good impression?" She asked with a tone of slight amusement.

["Eh, the meeting went fine."] The voice from the phone, Gojo stated almost too bordely. ["It was the usual. Mini-Deathstroke tried killing me, the the real Deathstroke pulled up. Said some crap along the line's 'Wow you're so awesome, way better choice then Catwoman!' Before him and his small murder machine of a daughter dipped."] The word's that came out of his mouth was absurd of course, but he stated it all in a blunt tone. Some might have actually believed him and taken his word's literally, but there was obviously much more to the tale.

"Uh-huh, so did you get job, or?...." Her voice trailed off as she awaited his response which came immediately.

["Yeah sure, but that's not what I'm calling about."] Selina found herself a tad surprised. He actually succeeded in getting hired by Deathstroke of all people and he was this casual about it? Sure she did put in a good word for him, but even that would not have been enough to be actually acknowledged by Deathstroke of all people. But maybe he managed to do something impressive enough to actually warrant that acknowledgement. He mentioned fighting a 'mini-Deathstroke', that was Ravager no doubt. She goes anywhere daddy dearest Slade does. But he sounded fine, did he actually manage to hold his own against her?

If that was true then this guy was much more impressive then she originally thought. She was already impressed with just him managing to clear out a heavily guarded warehouse just on his own. But stil...

"Oh? And what can little 'ol me do for you? Or is this a bootycall?" 

["Nah. I need help finding Black Mask."] He got straight to the point. Of course he did not need to tell her why he was after Black Mask.

"Hmm, that's a tough one." Selina contemplated it over, she suppose she could just give the information for free. She did kind of owe him one for taking his half in their first meeting. "Everyone knows Black Mask is in Gotham, but where in Gotham is anyone's guess."

["Yeah I figured thing's wouldn't be that easy."]

"But I've got a suggestion for you."

["Oh? Then let's here it."]

"Black Masks has got territories all over Gotham, and I might know someone who can sniff them out." Gojo merely gave an hum at the other end upon hearing her words. "Sure you're already on his shit list but I imagine you could agitate him alot more by putting wrench in his business. It should be no problem for you. You'd gain more of his personal attention, and who knows? He might slip up. Or you could just interrogate his men."

["So what's the catch? I'd thought that by now you would already pitch in what you want in order for your help."]

"Oh perish the thought. I'll give you the info for free." Gojo for a moment remained silent, she imagine him just shrugging it off.

["No take backs."]

"You're such a child." If only she knew. "But I'll send you the details when I get the information from my contact."

["Thanks, Cat. See ya."] With that the call ended 

"Me giving anything for free? Hell must be freezing over." She mused with a chuckle.

He was odd, she did even know his name now that she thought about it. But like she said, he was odd and not just because of his weird habit of wrapping bandages around his eye's. Or that he could seemingly see just fine despite said bandages. She could not really put it into word's but there felt as though there was something off about him. It was his attitude, sure they only spoke on a few occasions but she had the gist of his personality, so to speak.

He took nothing seriously, it would be easy to just write him off as a carefree doofust. But there was more to him, experience told her so. A bounty of ten million placed on his head and he did not even seem too botherd. Sure she only talked to him over the phone, so he might have been faking his attitude but it was easy to deduce that he genuinely did not care. The tone of his voice suggested as much. That and he was still alive after meeting with Deathstroke.

Sure she could just write him off as some guy who's cocky with his power and is too arrogant. But that felt like a shallow conclusion.

Selina shook her head in slight exasperation. She was thinking way too much into this, true. But she would not deny that she was curious about this individual. But unfortunately curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

So maybe she would endeavour to be tad bit curious.

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A/N: A much shorter chapter, but I needed to set up some thing's. So of course more action next chapter.

Next chapter: The art of jumping

Also yes, Catwoman does not in fact know that Gojo is still sixteen. Even as as teen he's one tall mofo, and his voice is deep. So with him covering his face it would be difficult to tell. Also yes I know, Ravager still alive after a Black Flash!? Though I'm pretty sure I detailed that the hit did not make full contact, some might still see it as plot armour. And yes it is, I'm just trying to be accurate to DC. Almost everyone has plot armor.

Jk, but Ravager is too valuable a character to kill off. No I'm not a simp, I spared Killer Croc too so checkmate. Don't worry edgy boi's I'll have Gojo kill soon, in a believable way that doesn't paint him as some phsyco.

Thanks for reading.