Agents of the Night - Part 1/?

2 Months Ago——

Deathstroke POV

Lately I've had to change my plans. Partners couldn't keep their mouths shut and contractors seemed scared to do business. Warning bells shook in my head at such a thing. 'Someone's after me, someone powerful and they're not happy.' All evidence pointed to it. My eyes-…..eye was sharpened to degree that it never was before.

Paranoid was skill trait you learn after being in the business, Im good at what I do and what I do aint very nice.

And thats why I find myself here. Sitting in a basement of a rundown whore house in Gotham of all places. Not the worst place I've slept in but…..that didn't mean I liked it. Blackgate went out some time ago to get some supplies while Jashiva and Marko stayed here.

"Slade, I have to express my admiration for your operation but I've studied our target." Marko's voice called out to me as I tried to zone out. My mind had calculated almost every tactic and strategy to capitalize on the Panther King- "Realistically, what are our chances of killing the King?" I looked back to the man I would call my 'comrade' for this specific contract. His physical appearance was shielded by a blank mask.

"Chances? Slim. First of all we have no way to get through his Vibranium, second is his advanced arsenal of weapons and his highly skilled body guards and finally is his own capabilities."

Based on the way his Zygomaticus clenched I would guess his face morphed into a displeased expression. "I know this is just another job to you, but this is personal for me, whatever needs to be done-"

"Not very professional for a person of your standing to let feelings get in the way of emotions. I would've thought Waller would've beaten that out of her Argus personnel."

He took a second to respond. "And I would've thought that Slade Wilson 'The Terminator' could've done what his contractor says."

So easily agitated. "Dont get me wrong, I owe the King a debt as well, but you dont see it make me forget what I know and how dangerous this is. I suggest you get your shit together." Was all I told him before I walked off to another corner.

Present Time———

"This is Batman." A de-helmed Bruce Wayne sits in his batcave. A giant monitor with multiple smaller monitors all around it, mounted on the rocky surface.

"Security Level: Omega" Bruce says to his supercomputer. "Password: Delta Charlie - 2 7 - 5 - 1 939."

"Update Protocol, Title: Agamemnon Contingency.

Silent Night: Intensive studies of Wakanda in the last months have awarded some insights. Besides the country itself, I've learned more about T'Challa himself. The Black Panther is the ruler of Wakanda. Its spiritually based warrior cult. I would describe it as being the Pope, President and Head of the Joint Chiefs all at once. With this amount of power at his fingertips, I would guess that this title is hereditary." He finished his report.

A quick sigh escaped his mouth as he dawned his helmet and turned to his vehicle. "Master Bruce? Off to your meeting already?" A aged, British accented voice said from his side.

"Perhaps I could set up before T'Challa meets me there." He said without looking back. "This is the first time he's contacted me, I want to know why."

"That requires you head there this early?"

"Yes.." Batman leaped in his massive tank-like car and zoomed away.

As he did, Alfred set a tray with hot tea on it down and collected any trash he found in the cave, even though there was negligible amount. "Another long night I suppose."

5 Hours Before———

I paced back and forth across the floor of my private cruiser. The holotable embedded into the ground sprung up at my directions and placed a call.

The faces of my advisers and my cousin popped up at a instants notice.

Mahari: <Greetings Your Highness>

Nopu: {Greetings Your Highness}

N'Jadaka: [Greetings My King]

Barati: ~Greetings Your Highness~

Rajuku: •Greetings Your Highness•

"Greetings" I replied amicably. They could sense my displeasure. "How would you rate Wakanda's intelligence resources?"

[…Certainly better than the C.I.A and The Mossad.] My cousin answered me as the question went to him as head of the Hatut Zeraze.

"Then, with all that at our disposal we can't find one man?"

[We have searched everywhere from Langley, Virginia to Johannesburg, South Africa. Not only did he disappear after his slaughter in Russia but he, or someone else has erased all his steps.]

<No one wants to find your attackers mastermind more than us but we have to consider the logical conclusion that the person who is responsible is dead and his atoms scattered to the wind.> His words angered me. If I was to state a con of Wakanda it would be the outstanding arrogance of its people. Never had they experienced something that could 'stand up' to us.

"Even if he is dead, I want the dna evidence from those scattered atoms here!"

{We wont get further without cooperation from the west. Perhaps one of the King's....'superhero' colleagues could help? Why not make this a limited condition of trade? Maybe they would motivated to hand him over for the cure of cancer?} Advisor Nopu had a good point. I could ask for some help, it wasn't beneath me, I'm not so prideful.

~And admit their own complicity? I dont think so, if they cared about their peoples health then they wouldn't sell cigarettes and allow their schools to be shot up.~

•Advisor Nopu! How could you even consider giving those barbarians a scrap from our table, even for something such as Wakanda's revenge on our Kings attacker's and their master? They still sit in out jail, rotting from their crimes. I say we move to execute them already.•

My mood decreased with every word. Their pride couldn't recognize the importance of capturing Deathstroke and the threat he was. A man capable of defeating the entire Justice League that had ties to an international assassin cult? I would nip this in the bud quick.

Eventually they resorted to their bickering like they always did. I sent N'Jadaka a personal message.

(I need fresh, intelligent, loyal and capable minds on my council ASAP.)

I hung up after sometime.

My thoughts directed to Deathstroke. When I hired those people to attack Slade, I meant it as a warning, a threat. Obviously they wouldn't be able to kill him.

Apparently the person he happened himself on to help is a member of the League of Assassin's. Specifically O-Sensei. Who is a BIG problem.

The problem was…he is Ra's Al Ghul's father and high ranking member of the League and that helped him avoid our searches for him.

That also meant that any attempt on his life could be considered as War. And while many would kill him if they had the chance, I couldn't, atleast not as I thought.

I couldn't risk eternal war against the League. I needed a different plan. Perhaps I could turn them upon themselves. I could support Talia, Nyssa and whoever else to splinter off and even attack them later on, in the comics the League had so many internal problems it wasn't even funny. I could pander to it, easily.

But I needed help. And so I turned to Batman, with his knowledge on them, I could form a better plan and at the same time find Deathstroke using Bruce's impossible detective skills.