𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐃𝐂 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠

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6 Years Ago

The roaring winds of the Himalayan peaks threatened to engulf the sound of rotor blades slicing through the thin air. Inside the helicopter's dimly lit cabin, the team adjusted their gear in silence.

Y/N sat among them, his gloved fingers tightening the straps on his tactical vest. A patch showcasing the organisation he belonged to plastered on his left arm. He glanced around at his squad, their expressions unreadable beneath their helmets. He liked it here, after everything that happened in Gotham, with Sofia, this, whatever it was, it gave him a purpose.

At the front of the cabin, stood their mission commander, leaned forward, his voice cutting through the cabin."Listen up," he said, eyes scanning the team. His tone was as cold as the metal of the chopper. "This isn't a standard op. Nanda Parbat is their stronghold, and they won't let us walk in and out without blood being spilled." He paused, letting his words settle in the stale air, a few nods from the rest of the squad.

"The League of Assassins," he said, the name dropping like a stone into still water. "They're not just another terror group. They're precision. Fanaticism. And they'll die before they let us take that weapon."

A ripple of unease moved through the team. Y/N didn't flinch. He simply starred forward, looking at his commander. The one who trained them all, the leader of their squad, the one who gave them purpose;

Slade Wilson

Portrayed By Manu Bennet

"Our mission is not to engage unless absolutely necessary," Slade continued, his voice unrelenting. "We go in, retrieve the weapon, and get out. Speed and efficiency are your gods tonight. Do not deviate. Do not hesitate."

The pilot's voice crackled in the comms a buzzing in the ear. "Two minutes to drop zone."

Slade nodded and turned back to the team. "Once we're in, split into two groups. You know your zones. Y/N, you're with me initially. On my signal, you'll take the left wing. Clear any resistance. Stay sharp."

Y/N met Slade's gaze with a nod.

Slade's lips curled into a faint, sardonic smirk. "And remember, no screw-ups. The moment you lose focus, you're dead. Jump when the light turns green."

Y/N tightened his grip on the straps of his seat, steadying his breath. The adrenaline began to rush, flooding his veins. Beside him, his squadmate muttered a low prayer, while another checked their ammo over, and over again.

He liked this, it made him feel alive.

"Green light!" the pilot barked.

The cabin doors slid open with metal door banging as it reached its limit. Revealing the dark void below them. The freezing wind howled, biting at their skin. Below them, the jagged terrain of Nanda Parbat awaited. On the side of the helicopter, the words Checkmate glinted briefly in the moonlight.