(F/N) arrived at the Final Offer. He looked around, no sign of any guards, but (F/N) didn't know about the League of Shadows.
They were watching him like a pack of vultures circling its prey.
"Strange, no guards but I still feel like I'm being watched." (F/N) walks to the door and enters the ship, it was 11:38PM, he had to be there in two minutes.
"This damn ship is like a maze."
(F/N) walks around and opens a door, he then sees a giant courtyard like area below him.
He jumps down and looks around.
"Something still seems off." He then sees a little shadow move from the corner of his eye.
He fires at the moving person and the person falls to the ground, groaning.
The person he shot was a female, she was wearing a ninja like outfit with a katana strapped to her back. He shot her in the leg.
"Who are you?" The woman glares at him and disappears, then lights flash on, (F/N) covered his eyes and looked up.
"If it isn't (F/N). The New guy."
Deathstroke.
"I'm not a new guy anymore."
"Sure. I've got to say, impressive marksmanship, but not better than mine."
Deadshot.
"You manage to see one of my own bodyguards moving in the shadows without any lights on or any other way. You have a sense of a Predator.