One Shot, One Kill Part 2 X receives a odd item through Toyman
The ball was in full swing, but instead of watching over Bruce, you were halfway through a bottle of champagne.
You don't usually drink, but the unease of the crowd made you more susceptible to the wiles of the bottle.
You had a brief moment of quiet bliss.
But it was indeed brief.
You felt a hand on your shoulder.
Toyman: Drinking the stress off?
X: I'm not big on crowds.
Toyman: Nor am I, but I prefer to refrain from alcohol, as my judgement becomes questionable.
X: That's kinda the point.
Toyman: To some I suppose.
You finished your drink.
X: So why did you take this assignment?
Toyman: To meet you, of course.
You felt that Toyman was a bit creepy.
A lot creepy, actually.
X: Do you want an autograph then?
Toyman: Not really, but I do wish to give you something.
X: Is it weird?
Toyman: Not that I'm aware of.
X: Well, let's see it.
Toyman handed you a computer chip.
X: Is this porn?
Toyman: No, absolutely not.
X: Then what is it?
Toyman: To make a long story short, I was contacted by a old associate of mine, who promised my freedom in exchange for delivering this chip to you.
X: Who is your associate?
Toyman: I was told not to say, but his location can be found on that chip, along with some very "interesting" data, curtesy of LexCorp.
X: Where does Luthor factor into this?
Toyman: All will be revealed in time.
Our conservation was cut short by the thunderous applause of the crowd.
Toyman: It seems that Mr. Wayne has taken the stage. You should ensure his safety.
You felt uneasy with the way Toyman spoke.
X: Uh....yeah.
After your conversation concluded, you entered the crowd, finding Harley within.
Harley: The shrimp tastes like ass.
X: Is that a compliment or insult?
Harley: You are so nasty.
X: Don't act like you wouldn't love it
Harley giggled and blushed.
Harley: You got me.
Harley put her head on your arm as the show started.
Bruce took the stage.
Bruce: Thank you all for coming tonight. For years, the poor of Gotham have suffered due to a lack of opportunities to grow, but that all changes tonight.
(Click)
X: The hell?
(Laser sound)
X: Where is that coming from?
Harley: Everything ok?
X: You don't hear that?
Harley: Hear what?
X: That click, like a....
You paused when you saw Toyman look at his watch.
Toyman: It's playtime.
X: ....like a gun.
You ran up to the stage, and quickly tackled Bruce to the ground, narrowly avoiding a gunshot.
The crowd quickly dispersed in panic, causing you to lose Harley and Toyman.
You caught a glimpse of the shooter, who had you in his sights.
X: Who is that!?
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Bruce: Slade Wilson, better known as Deathstroke.
You heard Deathstroke load another bullet into his rifle.
