AMNESTIC

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Yelena had been extensively researching the target for weeks. She didn’t really care where her skillset was used as long as it was used.  Even without the Red Room, Yelena thought life would be this massive oyster and yet she chose to go with what she knew best. Why? Because the world was scary and she had nothing to go back to. For a Widow, without the Red Room, there was nothing outside of that. Everything was a ploy. Everything was a manipulation. Of course, Yelena would hold onto the one thing that made sense to her. Speaking of, Yelena stepped out, drawing the pistol with the silence without hesitation though stopped when she realized the target was not alone.

Not alone, no, but the target was blissfully unaware of Tony’s presence as he hid within the shadows. The man, reputable and worth a lot of money, was a piece of trash he was hired to take out. Easy - security was high, but the guards were locked on easy mode. The office was simple to get into - all in all, this would be an easy buck and a nice break from some of the crazier shit he’s had to deal with..

.. If he hadn’t noticed the other hired gun on the other end of the room with silencer only just barely catching the light. No, of course he hadn’t noticed; he’d turned to grab a drink off his little cart. Tony could not be seen by him, but his back was full and exposed to this mysterious silhouette. Typical this wouldn’t be as easy as he expected. Nice.

Mercenaries || Slade and Tony

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Slade shook off his blade, blood staining the concrete as he pulled himself out of a nearby window. The job was done, the money would be collected. Another job on the books. “Wintergreen, let me know when the balance has been transferred,” he murmured into his communicator. If he had to, he’d collect the employer’s account information more manually. Of course, it’d certainly put a dampener on his night.

Landing on the ground from where he had been standing, Slade had just sheathed his sword before looking up at someone else in armor. “What the hell are you supposed to be?”

Figures - someone beat him to it. Open job, a thing like that tended to happen, but it didn’t make the bruised ego any less bruised. The thick material of his gloves crinkled as he clenched his free hand, though he made no other move. The job, the money, wasn’t worth a fight, but this was Deathstroke (the two-tone mask was hard to miss) - if anything, it would be fun.

“Getting paid,” Tony returned thickly as he gave the other mercenary a once over. “But you’re in my way.”

There was a certain feeling that came with being over-tired - a vibration of sorts, almost like a hum, and Barbara was fairly certain she’d been feeling it for days now. Oracle had been busy, much busier than usual (which was saying something) and so Barbara felt her already erratic sleep schedule slipping through her fingers. The headache that came along with it was enough to have her seeing stars, but well, it was almost time for her day job and a nap was out of the question. Coffee was the answer, as it almost always was - it wouldn’t help her from feeling strangely out-of-body or drained, but it would at least keep her awake and hopefully help with the headache. Days were usually slow down in the archives of the GCPD, and she might be able to get away with a cat nap if she powered through the work she’d had to get through. But first, coffee. Except when her name was called for her order and she approached the bar, there was someone in her way. A frown was pulled onto her features, and Barbara paused in her movement across the unfortunately crowded coffee shop. “Uh, that’s me,” she said, nodding up towards the bar where her order had been placed. “Much appreciated if you scooted out of the way just a hair.”

Some people just wanted to watch the world burn, and while that was true for Tony on certain accounts, there was no place for it that morning, especially not when he didn’t have the patience to deal with it. The night before had been rough and gave him a swift kick in the ass, one that kept him up. Though he didn’t need caffeine to survive, grabbing a cup was one of the rituals he managed to hold onto.

There was a real tool of a man that loitered around the pick-up counter. His drink was going to take a minute, so instead of taking a seat, he decided to stand around and block people from grabbing their own. It was certainly none of his business, but the guy was starting to piss him off. He didn’t want to deal with this shit.

When the shit stain ignored the young woman’s request the first time, it grabbed Tony’s attention. The second time, Tony was already by the counter. His image inducer cloaked the armor and suit, making him look like his usual civilian self clad in a t-shirt and jeans - despite the fit physique, he didn’t look too threatening. “You heard the lady. Move or I’ll move you myself.”

“ right. ” an raised eyebrow at his sudden words, this guy was strange but in gotham, strange was somewhat normal.

selina noticed him glance away, at a screen. something was off about him and she didn’t like it. the hairs on the back of her neck were beginning to stand up. something was wrong.

head tilted at his sudden confession, course he did, it was gotham. “ and as much as i like to get flirted at by a psychopath, no. no raincheck. ” even if the person he wanted to kill was the scum of the earth. this was her neighbourhood. a hiss, hands moving her whip out of its holster ; immediately flicking her wrist to hook the whip around his leg ; pulling as hard as she could.

Tony rolled his shoulders back briefly. The stretch he was awarded was minimal, but doable; she didn’t seem the type to just let some merc for hire waltz on in, not with that mean mug. She was a house cat playing guard dog, but that didn’t make her any less of a threat than the usual meatheads he had to contend with. 

He shrugged at the decline. “Damn shame. ‘dunno how I’ll sleep tonight,” his humor was dry, though cut short by the quickness of her whip as it hurried to him in a flurry. Its sting wrapped tightly around his leg and the entirety of her body weight pulled his leg out from under him - or at least, that was her goal.