No one notices a thing as I drop my final key in a letter box.

My hacking abilities or general computer savvy may be nowhere near the levels of the likes of Serling and Batman, but I'm still able to access the newly christened Red Arrow's weapons stash. Seeing biological remains on key-coded locks was one of the very first ways I was taught to pick a computer lock.

After that, it was a simple thing to smash it so it didn't work anymore, lock the stash manually, then hide that key in a lockbox, hide that key in another lockbox and so on and so forth. I stopped at four, because it was already feeling like overkill by that point.

Jade's gone after Black Canary, whilst Selina has gone straight after the Green Arrow. She's never exactly one to do things by halves.

I make my way into the apartment block we chose to meet on and make my way up the stairs. I'm the first one on the roof, left alone with the midday sky view.

So when I spin around, I leap about a foot in the air when I find out I'm not longer alone.

"Ain't you supposed to be trained as an assassin? What sorta contract killer is so easily spooked?"

"Constantine," I grunt. He smirks at me, waving as he sparks up a cigarette. "I thought you'd gone to ground the moment everything with the League was done."

"Call it professional courtesy," he says, taking a drag. He makes a gesture with his fingers, and I watch as a packet of something appears in them. "Funny thing about glamours and illusions - people rely a lot on their sight. It's one of the easiest senses to fool." He takes another long drag of his cigarette. "Never wondered how it is your buddy found out so quickly about the oh-so-secret meeting?"

"I should have figured you were behind it," I mutter. "Doesn't make sense for anyone else to have opened their mouths. I really can't think of how you benefit."

He takes another long pull of his cigarette. "Whoever said anything about me benefiting?" He flicks the remains to the ground. "Now, I ain't an evil supervillain, so let's see if you're able to connect the dots yourself. I do get really bored of listening to demons and angels gloat, so don't make me into one of them, alright love?"

I just about stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Okay, so you fooled me with an illusion, then rather than leaking the details of the meeting, you opened your mouth about the fact that your drink got spiked…" It's easy to put the pieces together, but it just seems so… pointless. "Okay, but it was just a laxative. What does that matter?"

He sighs. "Well for one, there never was a laxative." He grins as he slides his hands into his pockets. "Really think I'd go down to a case of the shits? Like I said: sight is the easiest sense to fool. Try asking Wonder Woman why she put that in my drink. She won't know what you're talking about, because she never did." He walks towards me, chuckling. "Funny thing about being the one guy everyone dislikes - people like to overlook little things. Made it so only those that'd ignore such a thing saw the… well let's call it an illusion, huh? Makes it easier for you to understand." He pulls free a new cigarette and sparks that up too. "Now, pieces lining up?"

"Okay fine, you framed Wonder Woman for that… really?" The pieces line up and I feel my hands ball into fists. "My truce? Why are you seeking to bring that down?"

"Simple, really." He takes another drag. "Buncha creeps are skulking through South America doing fucked up things. We can't stop them yet and we don't know where they're going next. Best thing to do is to plan for when shit hits the fan. Now Gotham? Well, this shithole attracts all sorts. If your truce goes to shit, it becomes open season in this fancy new hospital of yours.

"So unlike some, I noticed that there was a helmet belonging to a certain Doctor Fate hidden in a duffel bag in that room. With him in the game again, means that the League has a bit more magical power behind their punch. To keep your truce going, they'll use magic to make your hospital into a true neutral zone. And a Lord of Order's magic? Well, that'll be strong enough to stave off any dark magic that might being planned."

"So you manipulated the League, framed Wonder Woman as potentially breaking a truce, all to create a safe zone from whatever's being planned?" I whistle. "That's actually a lot better than anything I'd have been able to come up with."

"Yeah well, times must and - okay, was not expecting that." Having finished another cigarette, he tosses it to the ground. "And here I had a whole speech planned to sway you over to my way of thinking. Sure you've not got any doubts? It'd be a shame to let all that planning go to waste."

"Not interested," I say. I pace away from him, if only to keep him from reading the fact I'm impressed, "Pissed that you've single-handedly set things into motion that breaks my truce, but it's not like I can do anything now." I glance at him from the corner of my eyes, around my glasses. Just as I thought, I can't see him. There's nothing but an empty haze. "And you're not even here right now."

"Took you long enough." He sparks up another cigarette. "Think I'd really come out here, in the middle of the day and let myself be caught? Give me some credit. Besides, the plan isn't foolproof until the villains see Gotham as their only target."

I sigh. "Better Gotham than the whole world." It's sound logic, much like that I'd see from my family. "I'm not helping you."

"Wouldn't expect you to, love. Best thing about my plans? They don't need anyone but me to do things. You can tell the League what I've done, or you can keep it to yourself but either way, they'll end up doing the same thing. The easiest way to manipulate someone is to know your target."

"You don't know me."

"Oh, I know your type, love." He flicks the third cigarette to the ground. I only just notice that they never actually land on the rooftop floor. "The fact you saw me get spiked and said nothing says it all. You're not a very nice person, are you?" He chuckles at the expression I feel my face contort into. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that I have to break this truce that you worked so hard to make. Though I am curious as to why you're not more bothered by it. Thought you'd be angry, trying to kill me. Everyone else seems to have taken a shot."

"I knew someone would find a way to corrupt it," I say. "Nothing stays the way you want it to."

His laugh is a mixture of surprise and awe. "You already have something planned, don't you?"

"You don't get an answer to that question," I tell him. "Now I think it's time for you to leave."

He bows theatrically. "As you wish. I know I'll get the flack for this and people will hate me more than they already do, but Gotham really is the best choice to make these creeps target. Between Zatara, Batman and all the bullshit they can pull out of their arses between them, it's probably one of the only places where they'll be able to defeat what's coming."

"I'm sure they will," I agree. "Just like I'm sure that if you ever show up there again, you won't be able to rest for people trying to kill you."

He shrugs. "Already got demons and angels gunning for me. Might as well piss off a couple of aliens and get the whole set."

I turn around and just like that, he's gone. I hear the sound of gravel crunching under bootsteps and sigh at Selina's approach.

"Well," she purrs, "that was certainly interesting."

"Tell me about it," I grunt. "Guess it's time to start cashing in favours. Looks like everyone's going to be pretty busy in the next few weeks."