Nightwing sat on the table, locked in a staring contest with Flash. They didn't move even when the rest of the leaguers walked in, raising their eyebrows when they saw the two young adults. Nightwing gave Flash a cocky grin, "You're going to lose."

"Please, I blink so fast you wouldn't be able to even tell if I did blink."

Nightwing's eyes narrowed as Superman sat down, "Nightwing, you have to start the meeting."

Nightwing frowned, "Pause until further notice KF?"

"Totally." Wally grinned and grabbed a pencil, putting it between his teeth as Nightwing wrinkled his nose at him and pulled up Deathstroke's stats on the screen in the middle of the table.

"Slade Wilson. Goes by Slade, Deathstroke, and Deathstroke the Terminator. Slade was an accomplished member of the special forces. This distinction earned him admittance into a covert program where he was subjected to extensive mental and physical augmentation. The procedures left him with increased mental function, as well as enhanced speed, strength, and stamina. Slade was eventually discharged from the military, though the exact circumstances are not specified. He was since taken up work as a mercenary. His augmentations, coupled with his mastery of hand-to-hand combat make him a formidable opponent."

Batman raised an eyebrow, "Did you take that from the cave?"

Nightwing grinned, "Yeah. I didn't want to type another report so I copied yours. Anyways, he lost his right eye in an accident after trying to rescue his son Joey Wilson, or as we know him, Jericho. His exact age is unknown though he has white hair and he was in the Korean War."

Superman's eyes grew wide, "My father was in that war and he is in his late sixties."

Wonder Woman sighed, "As exciting as this is, I thought we fought the Suicide Squad, why are we only learning about Deathstroke?"

Nightwing glowered at her, "He is the most dangerous one of them and he has his sights set on the Flash to trigger The Justice Lords." The table gasped and stared at Wally, who grinned at them all. "So, you will be learning about the hardest person I have ever fought. I have been fighting Slade since I was sixteen, and he has nearly killed me more than once."

Shayera groaned, "He is just a man, I say we just throw a full on assault at him and beat him down until he can't move anymore."

Batman sighed, "He is smarter than to let the whole league attack him."

Green Lantern pursed his lips, "I agree with Shay."

The table nodded minus Wally and Batman. Nightwing walked over to Shayera, his voice laced with thinly hid anger. "The only way to defeat him is to always be one step ahead. He already knows where you all live, your secret identities and if he decides that he is bored with you, say good-bye."

Shayera's wings twitched, "Please, I doubt he can fly."

"You rely on your wings too much. If he notices that he will cut them clean off your back." Her eyes grew wide as he walked behind her, "Green Lantern, he would not hesitate to cut off your hand." GL frowned and fiddled with his ring as Nightwing continued his rant. "J'onn, you're allergic to fire right?" J'onn nodded as Nightwing smirked, "He already knows that. Diana, well… as long as you don't lose your temper you will be fine." Diana nodded and wrote down notes from the screen; Superman sighed and just watched the clock for the meeting to be over. "So, by now Superman you are wondering why you are still here, correct?" Superman nodded with a small smirk as Nightwing reached into Batman's utility belt and pulled out a small piece of kryptonite, putting it in front of Superman. "This piece of rock hurts doesn't it?" Superman winced and nodded in the green pulsing light. "Imagine a bullet made out of this traveling straight through your heart. Because that's what will happen if Slade sees you attack him, Kal. Don't be an idiot." He picked up the rock and handed it back to Batman who slipped it in his pocket with a small smile.

Shayera frowned, "Okay, you lectured all of us, but what about Flash?"

Wally grinned, "I can't attack him because he can see my moves and it would be a waste of my time to do that and a waste of energy. I instead have to either tap into the speedforce or use things as weapons, a full frontal assault would kill me." Shayera narrowed her eyes and turned away from Flash, turning back to Nightwing who had a giant stack of papers in his hands. He threw down a part of the stack in front of her, going around the table and giving one to everyone, but Flash and Batman. He gave them smaller packets with a wink and a small smirk.

John looked up at him wide eyed, "What the heck is this?"

"A psychological profile and reports on Slade. Read everything in it and I want you to become him, think like him, and fight like him." Nightwing sneered at them as they just stared at him. He shook his head and began playing a video of him fighting Slade, sitting down on the table and occasionally pausing it and talking about the fight. At the end of the video he stood up, "Read the packets and train rigorously, then you may just survive." He nodded to Batman before striding out of the room, leaving the League to stare at each other.

Diana sighed and flipped through the packet, "What is all of this and why does Batflash have smaller packets?"

Batman and Flash stared at her as the other Leaguers chuckled. Batman narrowed his eyes, ignoring Wally's blush. "What did you just call us?"

Diana gave him a grin, "I called you Batflash, think of it as payback for not telling me."

Wally took a deep breath to calm his blush, "But why?"

John shrugged, "It's easier than constantly saying 'Batman and Flash' Hot Shot."

Batman just grumbled as everyone began reading the packets, Superman pulled out his glasses and began to flip through it with a frown, "This is going to take forever! Anyone want to go get a milkshake in Smallville?" J'onn, Diana, Shay, and John all nodded with relieved grins on their faces. Superman grinned and turned to the couple, "You guys coming?"

Batman glared at the papers in front of him, "No. I'm going to learn our assignment."

Flash shook his head and chewed on the end of his highlighter, "Sorry Supes, gotta talk to Nightwing when I'm done reading this." He looked back down as Superman rolled his eyes.

"Suit yourselves." He walked out the door, his cape billowing after him. The other four gave them small waves as they followed him, chatting happily. The door swished shut, leaving the men. Silence fell onto the two as they read the packets; the squeaking on Flash's highlighter was the only sound in the room. Batman sighed, his eyebrow twitching when he heard the squeak. Silence fell again as they both flipped the page. Batman's eyebrow stopped twitching in the silence.

'SQUEAK!'

Batman cringed, "Flash!"

"Sorry."

He glared at Flash before turning back to his packet, trying to tune out Flash's muttering and the squeaking. After Batman read the same sentence ten times he slowly turned up to look at him with a glare. "Wallace, I swear to god! Are you ever silent?"

Flash wrinkled his nose, "Oh, I'm sorry, was my muttering bothering you?"

"Yeah, and your obnoxious marker!"

"Sorry I have to actually study! Not all of us are fucking geniuses you know!"

Batman glared at him and shook his head, going back to his reading. Flash gave him one last glare before grabbing his highlighter again and making sure it squeaked louder when he ran it over the paper. Batman sneered at him and leapt over the table, wrenching the offending marker out of Flash's hands. Flash made an attempt to grab it before Batman threw it into the corner of the room.

"Bats!"

"Learn to study without it."

Flash grumbled and shoved Batman on the chest lightly, "Don't be such a jerk."

Batman moved back to his seat with a smirk, "Don't buy annoying markers."

Flash rolled his eyes, jumping slightly when the door opened, letting in Nightwing. "Hey guys, how did you like the lecture?" He gave them each a grin before sitting on the table in the middle, crossing his legs.

Flash chuckled, "I think you made your point."

Batman closed his packet and steepled his fingers in front of him, "You did something that had to be done. We all as the founding members of the League let our egos grow too big and you shot each one back down to being level-headed."

Nightwing pursed his lips, "So… is that a good thing?"

Batman just nodded as Flash quickly flipped through the rest of his reading, "Hey! Dickie! When do you want the bachelor party?"

Dick shrugged, "The night before the wedding? Oh that reminds me! Bats, Star no longer feels the need for the Tameranian High Ruler to conduct the ceremony."

"Oh?"

"She still wants a royal to marry us though; do you think Diana or Orin would do it?"

Batman gave him a pointed look, "Ask Diana. I do not want to deal with Orin."

Dick chuckled, "Alright. I will do that before I leave the tower. And we chose the song for our first dance and for her to walk down the aisle to."

"Good."

Wally grinned, "Oooh! What songs?"

Dick smirked at him and leapt off the table, "It's a secret! I'm going to go train. Hey, Flash?"

Wally turned to him, a quizzical look on his face, "Yeah?"

Nightwing bit his lip, "Be careful. Don't die on me… I don't want to end up like Hal Jordan." Wally frowned and nodded as Dick left the room, leaving behind the haunting memories of the first Green Lantern in the League. Batman shook his head as Wally stared at the door.

"Was he referencing the fact that two of the most murderous men on the planet are out to get me?"

Batman glared at him, "Most likely. You have monitor duty right now."

Flash rolled his eyes under the cowl, "Joy."

#

Flash crashed into the wall, knocking the wind out of him as he laid on the ground, staring up at a grinning Nightwing. "You aren't moving fast enough."

Wally gasped and sat up, "Dick. If I go any faster I will tap into the force!"

Dick spun his staff and held it behind his back, looking much like his counterpart, Slade, and his old self. "Wally, you have to, or you. Will. Die!" He turned to Red Hood who was leaning against the wall, "How good are you at evading bullets?"

Wally frowned, "Oh come on! What if he actually shoots me?"

Jason grinned, "He gave me rubber bullets, and you will just get a bruise."

Wally frowned and crossed his arms, "A giant one."

Dick chuckled and held his right arm in front of him, readying his darts. "Evade and dismantle. Before you get hit. I'm not the threat here, Jason is."

Jason gave Wally an evil grin before slipping his guns out of his holsters. "This may hurt." He cocked the guns and held them in front of his body, quickly firing off shots as Wally screamed and ran to the other side of the room. Jason just followed him, shooting as Dick shot his darts, grinning when they saw the Flash costume tear. "Hey Dick!"

"Yeah?"

"Is he supposed to be dismantling the guns?"

"Yup." They frowned as Wally kept evading the projectiles. "Wally! Dismantle the guns!"

Wally groaned and dodged another bullet, spinning out of the way of a dart. "Guys! This is ridiculous!"

Jason squinted in anger and dropped the clip in his one gun, filling it quickly, "We can do this all day Wally! And so can Deathstroke! Defeat him by taking away his weapons!"

Dick growled as Wally ran away again, "Or use his weapons against him! I have survived by picking up a gun of his and shooting him!"

Jason's eyebrow rose in shock as he looked at Dick from the corner of his eye, "Respect Dickie Bird, I just thought you were a goody two-shoes."

"I do what I must." He gasped as scarlet blocked his vision for a brief moment and his wrist gun fell to the ground with a clunk. The blur moved on to Jason who yanked his guns backward.

"Don't touch my guns."

They looked at Wally's face, holding back laughter when they saw the large black and purple bruise spreading across his cheek. "I. Hate. You." He reached up to his shoulder and yanked out a dart with a glare, "do you want this back, asshole!?" he brandished the blood tipped point in Dick's face before throwing it at his feet.

He leapt backward, "We are just trying to help!"

Wally sneered at them before storming off, "USE BLUNT OBJECTS!"

Jason grinned, "Yeah Dick!"

"Shut up."

Jason ran to catch up with Wally, throwing his arm around the man's shoulders, "Hey… Wally… If it makes you feel a bit better… If you die, I will gladly throw you in the Lazarus Pit. I got some connections!" He elbowed Wally in the side with grin as Wally rolled his eyes.

"Wasn't that like super painful and make you insane?'

Jason frowned and shook his head, "Nah… At least, I don't think so."

Dick laughed and popped up between the two, wrapping his arms around both of them, "So… What do you guys want to do?"

They both shrugged, Wally thought for a moment before gasping with a large grin, "Hey! Want to patrol and rile up Joker's thugs that are milling about?"

Dick laughed, "Hell yeah!"

Jason sneered, "Can I use real bullets?"

Wally ruffled his white bangs, "You can shoot your real bullets off into the sunset… and kneecaps of thugs."

Jason looked at him with a wild grin before fixing his hair, "Let's go!"