12 figures sat at a round table. Only a faint outline of them could be seen as a single window allowed the moon to illuminate their figures across the furniture. Despite this, each and every shadow knew who the other was.

"I hope you understand why I called this meeting"

One of the shorter figures spoke out against the others. The monocle on their face gleaming, contrasting the dark room.

"There are an infinite amount of possibilities you know. Is this a guessing game?"

A feminine voice replied in turn, the teasing tone emanating from it visibly seemed to piss the shorter figure off.

"A guessing game about why we're here? What kind of pathetic riddle is as easy as this?!"

An enormous fist with a size that shouldn't be possible for a human moved its way out of the shadows and gently knocked on the table.

An enormous crack spring from the spot and made its way easily across almost all of the wooden surface.

"Now now. Let's all try and stay calm while discussing matters. A battle between us would destroy the very things we're all trying to grab for ourselves after all"

The humongous fist retracted itself back into the darkness, the cracks along the tables surface a constant reminder to the others to keep this meeting civil.

"Now then, Penguin, please continue"

"Thank you Bane. As most of you should know Deathstroke has re-entered Gotham"

A few figures at the table stiffened.

"I can say it's safe to say that he's after Y/N L/N's bounty correct?"

"Your point?"

"My point Harvey, is that we're at a conundrum. That freak of nature running around doing whatever he wants in our city is the last thing we want. Most of us have used quite a bit of connections to seal Gotham off from the League so Deathstroke coming here is the last thing we need right now"

One of the figures grasp on their cane tightened.

"This has nothing to do with me. If you interrupted my work for nothing then"-

"Nygma. Be little bit more patient. I'll get to why I needed everyone here after we move on from our little mercenary problem"

"How is it an issue in the first place? He's never been greedy for Gotham and it appears the only reason he's here is because of Y/N L/N"

"Besides, won't he accept jobs from us? I don't see the issue of him being here as long as he doesn't interfere with our work"

"You are correct. However, do you honestly think he won't also accept jobs against us if the pays good? If they find out what we've been collaborating on do you really think someone like Amanda Waller is just going to allow us to go back to Arkham. She'll kill us using every method she has"

"True. I've already heard that she's somehow got a few people like us under her control. Even old Harleys listening to her"

The feminine voice interjected once more.

"Do you really think you can take him down on your own Penguin"

"Have you ever seen the man get serious? Hell no I can't take him down on my own. My guys will just be cut down in an instant. The only person that might be able to win against him in a one on one fight in brute force is Bane"

"But if I did go, and let's say get critically injured but still survive, you all wouldn't hesitate to steal the land that's rightfully mine"

Every figure in that room let out a smile.

"Of course, after all....."

Penguin rose from his chair.

"This is Gotham"

'Why can't I?'

Statics gaze was still on the mercenary in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere.

'Livewire. One of the people that tried to kill Y/N that night. Electricity based powers similar to my own, however it seems as if my own power is more versatile, but hers is more destructive, being able to stun even Superman'

Static began to list off the characteristics of the blue haired woman.

'Despite her powers not being as versatile, it seems as if she made a blade out of electricity. How did she do it?'

"I gave you time so that I could see if you had anything else to show me. I'm a little disappointed, but what you've displayed so far has already gone beyond my expectations"
Deathstroke readied his staff.
"Let us continue"

Static blinked, and by the time he opened his eyes Slade was already in front of him, swinging his staff in a wide ark aiming for Statics left side.

Static however, already had a block up to the side of his face, an wide blue shield surrounding that part of his head simultaneously.

The mercenary however, suddenly jerked his swing downwards. Before Static could react the blow connected.

Static could feel an audible crack as the metal made contact with his left leg.

Do to the sudden loss of balance the Hero's body began to fall sideways.

Slade rotated his staff in his hand and when he swung again the blow was aiming for the opposite side of Static head compared to before.

The Hero instantly summoned a force field that blocked almost almost the entirety of his right side as it surrounded him in a half circle.

"Instead of making a forcefield where I would hit, you aimed it to cover the entire right side of your body? Practical in case I attempt to faint you again but....."

Instead of another faint, Deathstroke followed through on his attack and the following impact completely shattered the force field into tiny shards that evaporated as soon as they were separated from the main energy source.

"It loses its strength as you disperse it"

The staff passed through the shield and directly made contact with a block Static had made with his arm to protect the right side of his face.
It was not enough.

All of this happened in mere moments, so when the blow connected to the already falling Static it only sped up the process, crushing him into the ground as the staff slammed against his forearm.

A cloud of dust followed the impact, but it disappeared moments after as the mercenary swung his staff through the air casually, dispersing it.

Static attempted to push himself off of his side as Deathstroke stood standing above him, patiently waiting.

A sudden burst of pain from his left hand that held his broken fingers caused him to lose strength in his arms, making collapse.

The Hero laid there for a few moments, taking in a few deep breaths. Static spit some blood from his mouth onto the ground beside him and with new conviction forced himself to his knees.

"A will that's to find in those that face me. You're just the perfect package aren't you?"

Static didn't look up at the man before him and instead attempted to get to his feet.

"An iron will. The power to destroy. The power to create. The power to control the energy that's used by everyday people to even Gods. You're making it almost impossible for me to want to kill you you know?"

After failing to get back to his feet, the Hero stumbled back to his knees before trying again.

"I mean, we haven't even tested the destruction whatever that small orb of energy was. I've decided. I don't care if I have to do some "immoral" things in your book, I believe you'll make the perfect protege. Whether willingly or by force is up to you"

The Hero finally made his way to his feet, his left leg limp as an audible dent could be seen on it.

"Y'know, you'd be a great teacher. In fact, you've already taught me something"

"It loses it strength as you disperse it"

'My force fields. If I concentrate all that excess power that I use to surround me into a single spot, won't it be more effective?'

"Oh?"

'What are weapons of electricity anyway? Aren't they just condensed pieces of energy that have been shaped into a certain form?'

"Then show me what you've learned"

'So what's the difference between them and a force field? All I have to do is shape it so that it matches the attributes and gains to qualities of the weapons I want. I just have to condense and modify my force fields don't I?'

'It was so simple. Sis must've rubbed off on me.....Sis'

"Then"

Static held out his hand that contained his uneven and broken fingers. His eyes disappeared and was instead replaced with a bustling blue that even let out a few sparks of electricity.

"Come at me you sorry excuse of a father"

"They're up to something"

Amanda Waller stood beside a man who was typing furiously on a computer.

"How's Task Force X's recovery going?"

"As good as they can be, although there are some abnormalities"

"Explain"

The man began to go through each of Task Force X's recent developments in their files.

"Katana is probably the most well off. Besides her continuously referring to Y/N L/N as Wakaranai, she's gotten back to her daily routine while upping the intensity of her training. She finally seems to be a bit motivated. I could say it's the exact same situation with Deadshot"

"Good. Anything less and I'd be disappointed"

The man let out an internal sigh at the words of his higher up.

"Everyone else however........how do I put this?"

"Go on"

"They're you could say in simpler terms....fucked the hell up"

Waller sent a glare towards the man, causing him to wince on reflex.

"Interesting choice of language"

"Forgive me but it's the simplest way to describe the situation"

"Explain"

The man took a moment to think, before clicking on a profile that had the picture of Black Manta on it. A bunch of documents and files appeared on a smaller screen next to him.

"Let's start off with Manta. Although his mental condition is great, hell it's even better than before the mission, the loss of a limb almost made me consider abandoning him. However, it seems as if his suit has replaced his hand with a mechanical one on its own"

"That shouldn't be possible. We've already checked it over and that suit shouldn't be able to do something like that"

"Agreed. We even tried to replicate this but in another person. Instead, the suit was non responsive until it made contact with Manta again. We are currently researching how something like that can be possible"

Although the man didn't tell Waller, he had a small suspicion about what that suit covering Manta truly was.

Before he could think about the matter any further, Waller instead commanded him to continue.

"Livewire seems to have some........trauma?"
"Are you asking me"
"No it's just that besides the fact that she's been trying to turn her electricity into weapons instead of practicing her usual blast em attacks is worrying me"
"As long as she's field-ready I don't care what her mental state is like"

The man had an internal urge to die on the inside. He'd been observing all of the dispatched members for a few days now and all that work was just being dismissed like nothing.

"Blackfire's erratic and unpredictable behaviour hasn't changed. Although I do believe that these sudden mood swings are apart of something she's scheming"

"Ok"

The man just wanted to pick up the computer and throw it directly at Wallers head. Although his family would die in return for doing such a thing, so he calmed himself.

Once he did so, his expression became serious.

"How's that clown doing"

The man's face grimaced slightly as he hesitated in his response.

"She's worse"
"Oh? I thought she was "doing better" according to her own words recently?"
"No. Her violent tendencies that have recently been toned down have gotten back to the point of when she was with.....him. She's already "accidentally" bashed in the brains of 3 of our guys with a lunch tray the other day"

Waller stood beside the man, staring at the file of Harley Quinn on the screen in front of her.

"We'll discuss this more in-depth later"
"Understood"

As if relieved by the idea of moving on, the man let out a relaxed expression before it immediately crumpled.

"Thawne is..........."
The man's voice trailed off.
"Go on"

"Somethings wrong with him"

"Does it have something to do with Y/N L/N"

"It has everything to do with him"

The screen in front of the two displayed the speedster with his mask off. He was crouched down with his back leaning against the corner of the room.

His face was cast downward, and a faint muttering could be heard from the audio the camera could pick up.

"What's wrong with him?"
"He keeps on speaking things that don't make any sense. It's all gibberish. Here, let me show you"

Another click and the man was allowing an audio file to play.

After the click no sound came from the recording, but after a few moments an intense and erratic breathing took the place of the previous silence.

"What's happening to m-me- this isn't supposed to- am I real? Timelines NOT- kill us all- EXIST- everything's unbalanced- multiverse is dying- I'M DYING- fading- they're coming- everything will disappear- future does not exist- WHY ARE YOU HERE- it's the end- uniVERSE DYing- YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!!!!!"

After that scream, the audio file bugged out and ended.

Waller stood there for a few moments, allowing the shock of what she heard to pass through her body. Only after did a cold and rage filled look replace her former expression.

"When did this happen"
"After he woke up from Y/N L/N's punch. He seemed in shock and wouldn't stop fazing his body, as if he couldn't control it"

The man's expression darkened after hearing that recording again. However he was more curious as to how his higher up would react to it instead.

"From what we know, or what he's told us, Thawne is a speedster from the future who's become something outside of timelines"

"Correct. The only reason he hasn't run off to a time where he hasn't been captured is because of that thing we put in his head"

"Indeed. But my question is why is someone like Thawne reacting like this"

"I'm not s"-

"Make him #1 on our priority list. We're going to capture Y/N L/N no matter what. Maybe Thawne can figure out something after conversing with him. Such as who he is in the future. Keep regular check ups with him and Harley. The last thing I want is Thawne going on a rampage and forcing us to destroy our only lead on L/N"

"Yes m'am"

"Ha.......haha.....hahaha"

Deathstroke let out a low chuckle after Statics words.  He even brought a hand to his mask as he continued to laugh.

"You know, I was wrong. You sure know how to make people that don't want to kill you want to kill you"

"I consider it apart of my charm"

"I see. Now, you're gonna have to back up those claims aren't you?"

Slade swung his staff once again in a wide ark, aiming for Statics left side once more.

The Hero however had already his left hand in the path of the blow, his other arm being broken from Deathstrokes previous attack.
'With his bare hand?'

Slade could've feinted the exact same way as before, and crush Statics already broken fibula. However, he was curious about the previously dispirited boys new confidence.

So in the end, the mercenary allowed the strike to follow through with its original destination.

Right before it could connect, a small, almost 2d like glowing circle appeared and hovered slightly over Statics hand.

Just before the strange shape and staff could collide, Static suddenly jolted his arm upwards, parrying the attack and forcing Slade's weapon to instead strike the sky.

The circular shape cracked and seemed on the verge of shattering after the feat, but then it suddenly morphed. It became narrows and thin, as well as sharp at its edges.

Static grabbed the almost dagger like energy with his left hand and lunged in to stab the mercenary, aiming for his mask.

All of this happened in mere moments.

Just as Statics flickering blade was about to reach Deathroke's mask, the mercenary suddenly rotated his staff, twisting it so that instead of meeting his combatants mask all the Hero met was his staff instead.

The dagger in Statics hand flickered and disappeared a few moments after struggling with the metal weapon, it's blue light dissipating.

Because of this, Statics one free hand ended up lightly banging against the mercenaries staff in a closed fist.

"Do you wanna know something funny"
"Humour me"
"You're much more scarier than what the Titans described you as"

The Hero's heavy breathing interrupted their conversation, before he continued.

"However, as scary as you may be, and as predictable as I may seem, you made a mistake"
"And what may that be"
"Telling me how predictable I was being"

Static suddenly outstretched all of his fingers on his hand that was still leaning against his opponents metal weapon.

A single small, faint, unstable blue light quickly from from each of Statics fingertips and collided in front of Statics hand, creating a small, spinning blue orb that exploded a second after being made.

Point blank into Deathstroke's face.

The sudden burst of light caused Deathstroke's grip on his weapon to weaken, allowing for Static to move it out of the way.

When Deathstroke's vision came back the only thing he could see was an outstretched palm that's surface was shining an intense blue.

"You shouldn't have gone easy on me"

The hand grabbed Deathstroke's mask, and explosion of crackling energy followed suite.

This is what happens when an author decides to spam publish drafts. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS.

Anyways hoped you liked the chapter. If you have any questions or thoughts just let meh know