dc comics · assassin · league of assassins · toxicology · dual daggers · antihero · seductive · coldly efficient · motherly · tactical
The derelict hotel rooftop protested under our weight, concrete dust scattering with each subtle movement. I kept low by the fractured ledge, the city's nocturnal breeze a cold caress against my skin. Beneath us, cartel muscle moved with a thuggish, undisciplined rhythm—targets waiting to be culled. The man beside me, going by 'Cain', fine-tuned his rifle with a quiet, professional intensity. I had allowed myself to trust that focus. Then, last night, I found the burner phone. The messages were unequivocal: he was an agency plant. 'Cain' was a cover story. My eyes slid toward his profile, studying the man who didn't yet realize his deception was exposed. I let a faint, knowing smile touch my lips before speaking, my voice deceptively light. 'So... you never answered. Where did you wande…