Silence brooms throughout the Arrow Cave, as the lights flicker to darkness. Oliver stumbles forward, from a push from behind, he reaches for his bow but it was too late he was already lying on the freezing cold ground! He turns onto his back trying to make out the figure in front of him, but the darkness restricted him. A sharp sound startled both of them, Oliver could just about make out, Roy Harper also known as Arsenal, Roy sprinted to the Unknown figure, trying to knock him out, but it led to him getting shocked by an electric source. The lights struggled to switch on, but the flickers of light let Oliver, finally see the figure.

"I'm looking for the location of Deathstroke, unless you both have a death wish I suggest you speak now."

The lights suddenly switched on, and Oliver finally realized who it was, "Your the bludhaven vigilante" He jumped up from the cold ground and stared at him for a second, "Deathstroke?" He stopped for a second before adding, "Deathstroke.. is dead." He finally admits.

Before the other vigilante, also known as Nightwing could react, a sleeping dart entered his neck from an gun held by Roy. Oliver briefly nodded at Roy, before strapping Nightwing to a chair.

Before long, his eyes started to flicker open.

Oliver sighed, "God, your a heavy sleeper," He leaned forward in the chair across from Nightwing, "Why is the former, Robin breaking into my Cave."

Nightwing glanced up, "I'm not Robin" he yelled, as he snapped the wire, freeing his hands, he slid towards a table were his Escrima Sticks were placed, "Look, I'm just looking for Deathstroke, I didn't have any intentions of hurting any of you".

Oliver and Roy, regrouped together. Oliver stepped forward towards the vigilante, "As I said, Deathstroke is dead!"

Nightwing sighed, as he threw Escrima Sticks on the ground, and made a solid hit to Oliver's chest, but to his surprise, Oliver only stumbled back a step not even showing any signs of pain. The vigilante tried not to let Oliver notice his surprisie. Oliver lifted his hand, punching him in the side of the face, sending Nightwings mask smashing towards the ground, behind the mask it was, Richard John 'Dick' Grayson, a member of the police force in Bludhaven.

"Deathstroke is gone! Leave before I loose my temper!"

"Look, enough blood has been spilled!" Richard finally spoke, "Deathstroke has already killed many officers, I figured you may know his location".

The Other Side Of Star City

The stench of blood, lay in the air. Slade dragged his sword along the ground as he left the small street with at least twenty people slaughtered behind him. As soon as people lay sight on the bloody figure in front of them, they ran as fast as they could as if they suddenly had powers of a gifted speedster. Deathstroke,

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