xvi. 𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖙

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Santa Prisca | June 19th, 00:00 ECT





The lights in the cavern crackle as they slowly turn on.

Black Beetle is on one side of the cavern, and Deathstroke appears from the other side. They nod at each other and both of them step aside for The Reach and The Light. Tigress and I enter, walking beside Kaldur.

The Head Scientist and The Reach's Ambassador stand in the center with Vandal Savage, Manta, and Ra's Al Ghul.

"Ambassador," Savage greets.

"Savage," the Ambassador speaks.

"As head of security for The Reach I must insist, no masks be worn at the summit," Black Beetle demands, pointing directly at Manta.

"Simply because you insist is no guarantee," Manta retorts.

"Manta, if you wouldn't mind. After all, we are among friends," Ra's tells him.

Manta grumbles before taking off his mask, revealing his face. Tigress and I do the same for ourselves. Deathstroke also removes his mask.

Tigress clutches the glamour charm in her hand. "We are so in over our heads," she whispers to us.

"Shh," Kaldur silences her.

"Satisfied?" Ra's asks the Beetle.

Black Beetle turns around and stands beside the Ambassador.

"Excellent. Then with these formalities out of the way..."

"Let us begin," Savage finishes the Ambassador's sentence.

"And the rest of The Light? Won't they be joining us?" The Ambassador questions.

"Our more public members are occupied conducting damage control to mitigate your recent defeats," Ra's states, causing the Ambassador's eyes to narrow.

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