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She'd arrived in New York 2 days ago, wearing a wig & using an alias. The only person she'd kept in contact with over the last couple of years was Alfred & even he didn't know she was coming home that month. (Well, not "home", but back to America). So she was free to do as she pleased for the time being, & she did. Unable to just sightsee or sit in her room all day, Jayn took to the streets & found out about a shipment of human beings coming in Friday night. All she'd brought with her was her Frostbite gear, her money & some basic essentials; she had more than enough to do what needed to be done.

The people working the operation didn't stand a chance--not that she pitied them. She sprinted & flipped through the dark with ease, stalking each person in the shadows. Her powers allowed her to sense heartbeats & with some effort, she could prevent a handful of people from using their trigger fingers when she decided to step in & take them out. Those who resisted were usually just knocked out, but if they kept resisting & made too much noise, they died. She'd left a few alive so they could welcome their friends to the docks. All there was was getting those poor people out of whatever storage container. Then, their captors would die.

But while she was sitting on her perch, she sensed a heartbeat that she hadn't accounted for. It was higher up than the rest & remarkably steady compared to those that still remained.

The dig has been going on for about a week, now. And the Corinthian has decided he's not particularly keen on this whole security detail business.

Especially if it means getting barked at by some nobody who calls themselves head of security. And sharing a tent with other mercenaries? The Nightmare wouldn't mind it if they were a bunch of hot young men down to fuck the night away. But at best, maybe two of them are passable by Corinthian's standards. And they're both fucking straight.

And Rashad's out sticking his hands in dirt all day, so why should his lavish tent go to waste? The Corinthian wasted no time in making himself quite at home in the noblemans dwelling. Currently sprawled out on silken sheets like a cat basking in sunlight. Enjoying the lavishness of it all whilst he idlly flicks through the covers of an old tome he found on Rashad's desk. Gawking at the historical inaccuracies mortals have managed to weave about their own pasts.

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There's a low groan that comes from Jason and he rolls to his side to avoid the sunlight that shines in. But it seems waking is unavoidable as he sees a body standing beside the bed and thinks well at least its a live body, no damn clean up. He hardly remembers what happened the night before (that'd be because of the fucking concussion that he'd slept off because Gotham or the Lazarus pit or something doesn't want him to die), but eyes tracing up find...

Roy's eyes widened as he looked at Wally in a moment of surprise, not having expected to be cornered by the speedster but furrowed his brows immediately after, frowning at the man.

"Out of my way, Kid." He spoke firmly as he reached over to get one of his arrows. "Our friends are out there in need of our help, and everything else be damned if I don't go help them."

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"You might have a broken arm." Wally pointed at the arm Speedy was currently favoring. "I am not letting you go out there. Not when Wonder Girl and Robin and Garth seem to have it under control. You are at least letting me put it in a sling."