Chapter 1
Gotham City, The Bowery
The Museum was easy to infiltrate, though alarms have been purposely tripped. Guards will be notified in exactly two minutes and forty-seven seconds due to my delay timer. Client asked for a Mr. James Pryce to be killed and left in Penguin's. Intel on Pryce was scarce. However I know all I need to know.
Deathstroke stealthily walked down the corridor, aware of everything in a 360 degree radius. A guard began to turn the corner when Deathstroke blitzed him. A punch to the liver followed by snapping his neck. He left the body laying in plain sight, the neck at an unnatural angle and sped up the timer by nine seconds. He continued to move, this time with slight urgency and twice the stealth. Then, as before, a guard came straight at his path this time, accompanied by another. Deathstroke sprinted towards them, and unsheathed his katana. He caught them unawares, and managed to behead the first. the second had 4 seconds to draw his sidearm, but Deathstroke had anticipated this. Bringing the steel blade down in a controlled arc, he sliced the man's hand off, before slitting his throat.
Now throwing subtlety to the wind, Deathstroke turned the corner of another hallway, before kicking in the door to Pryce's quarters. Pryce, startled, brought up a 44 revolver leveled at Deathstroke's head. Deathstroke simply stepped forward and put his hand on the barrel. He spoke in a deep voice, slightly metallic from the helmet's filter. "You know who I am." It was not a question. Pryce stammered his answer in the affirmative, and then remembered who he was through the fear. "You know who I am? Huh? I'm the Penguin's f**king right hand man. You f**k with me and he'll kill everyone you care about. He'll kill your fam-urgk!" Pryce grunted as his neck was snapped. Deathstroke lifted Pryce's corpse and walked down the hallway, past the dinosaur exhibit, and into Penguin's office. Penguin, angered at being interrupted, spoke before seeing his visitor. "What the bloody hell?" He turned and saw the World's Greatest Assassin, carrying the corpse of his lieutenant. "Oh. Well, Who the BLOODY HELL HIRED YOU?" At this Deathstroke spoke up. "The Black Mask, along with the False Facers hired me to deliver Pryce, along with a message." He dropped the corpse on Cobblepot's desk. "The Bowery is now under siege. It's War." Deathstroke turned and disappeared before Penguin could even insult him.
-Two Weeks Later-
Slade Wilson, Alias Deathstroke, was relaxing in his safe house when a package was thrown through the window. Inside was Adeline Kane's wedding ring. Slade picked it up and saw what it was. He clenched it in his fist. Penguin now had a two front war.