DC: Don't Utter A Word

Chapter 118:

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[David Lance POV]

"Don't move, David," The icy voice of Deathstroke whispered as he neared me. "We need to talk."

I froze, trying to process the fact he had discovered my identity, and by proxy that of my sister, and perhaps more.

A dry chuckle escaped Deathstroke. "Don't be so tense, if I wanted to hurt your sister I would've done so already."

Then what did he want with me? Was he intending to use this knowledge to control me?

"I didn't come here to blackmail you, kid. On the contrary, I came here for business." Deathstroke said, his mask concealing his expressions.

~Business? I think you came to the wrong place for that, and to the wrong person at that,~ I replied, tensing every muscle in preparation for what felt like an imminent battle.

"Normally, I suppose that would be the case. But, you know the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend," Deathstroke shifted his body to the windows.

The Light.

Another dry chuckle escaped Deathstroke. "I see you already know who I'm talking about. Bravo."

I frowned as Deathstroke spoke. Something didn't make too much sense for me, why was Deathstroke of all villains against the Light? If anything they represented more contracts for him.

Was this perhaps a strategy to try and manipulate me into his side? No, while doable it didn't fit with Deathstroke's approach to things.

"The Bat taught well," Deathstroke complimented. "Never trust the word of another, it always ends in chaos."

~What do you want from me Deathstroke,~ I asked. This was a valuable opportunity if I played my cards right, after all, Deathstroke worked with the Light, and therefore anything I could get from him would prove to be useful.

"I thought I was being clear," Deathstroke replied. "Perhaps you are not as quick as I gave you credit for."

I frowned, drawing a knife from my belt as I took a step forward.

At this, Deathstroke shifted to me. "I want to take the Light down. And I know, you are a direct channel to the Bat."

~Why?~ I asked calmly, as I pressed a button in my belt in order to record this conversation. ~Excuse my skepticism, but they seem like the kind of people you would work for willingly for the right price.~

Deathstroke chuckled. "Under normal circumstances that would be the case. But they made a terrible mistake."

I tilted my head ever so slightly, wondering where he was going with this.

"They tried to enslave me," Deathstroke said, his voice low and cold, like a knife cutting through the skin of a man under the moonlight.

The Light tried to enslave him? But why would they do that? They had no need, they had more than enough money to pay Deathstroke's loyalty, so why the fuck would try to shackle him?

"You don't have to say anything right now, kid, just know this. I discovered your identity through them, as well many other names while I was snooping around," Deathstroke said, his gaze on me.

This was bad, really fucking bad, this meant that the Light had had the upper hand the entire time, at least, if Deathstroke's words were to be trusted, in which case it meant they probably knew the secret identities of everyone in the League.

"Here," Deathstroke said, cutting through the silence as he tossed a small card at my feet. "If you want to discuss this matter more freely, come to the address in that card, and bring the Bat with you."

I frowned, reaching for the card, by the time I picked it up, Deathstroke was already gone, leaving nothing but a sour taste in my mouth.

If the Light was this far ahead of us in the game, if they knew so much as Deathstroke was hinting, it meant things were worse than we could've possibly imagined.

-Black Bolt, what's happening? I can feel your emotions going haywire,- Raven said through the telepathic link, breaking me out of my train of thought.

-I'm fine,- I replied after a moment trying to control my emotions, but failing to do so. I really couldn't push my emotions away, I was afraid beyond measure, and not because the Light knew who I was, but because they knew who my sister was, and Oliver, I was afraid of what they could do with that knowledge, of what they could accomplish.

-What happened to Sportsmaster?!- Artemis asked in a tone that demanded answers.

Right, of course. Sportsmaster had been here, I had honestly almost forgotten about him thanks to the truck Deathstroke had unloaded on me.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the window where Deathstroke had thrown Sportsmaster, looking down to find Sportsmaster already gone.

-He escaped,- I said, my eyes fixed on the ground beyond the broken window.

-The other assassin also escaped,- Aqualad replied. -We were actually discussing about moving the Doctor to a different location. But you didn't seem to hear us.-

They had been talking about that telepathically? And I hadn't heard? I guess Deathstroke's words really struck a nerve or two emotionally speaking for me to let my mental defenses go back up without knowing.

-You kind of disconnected for a bit,- M'gann said, clear concern lacing her tone. -We wanted to move and see if you needed our help, but Raven said you were okay. That she could feel your emotions, and that unless she felt you were in danger we were o maintain our positions until further notice.-

-I… yes, that is correct. Thank you for assuming control of the situation while I was away,- I replied, grimacing about the fact that I had left the team alone without any notice.

-Why did you disconnect?- Superboy asked.

-I have a naturally strong mind, so when out of focus, I have a hard time keeping my mind open; because it goes into defense mode, keeping intruders out,- I replied, trying my best to answer and not answer his question. -That however, is neither here nor there. We have a mission to complete, so let's get on that. You guys said you talked about moving Dr. Roquette to a different location, didn't you? Any places in mind?-

-A few,- Robin replied.y