Special Shout out goes to The Story's Shadow for writing this chapter.
-Elsewhere in the Multi-Verse: Gotham City Sewers, a few days later-
Batgirl, Blue Beetle, Jason, and the professor sat around the table.
"What other heroes are out there that we can still contact? Will they even want to join us? The Regime is more powerful than ever," Jason said.
"There...There might be one...or two people...but they'd kill me as soon as they see me," Blue Beetle stammered.
"We shouldn't ask them then," the professor replied.
"We need their strength," Blue Beetle argued.
"I'm with the professor on this, we're not gonna reach out to people who'd hurt you," Jason added.
"Just listen!" Blue Beetle yelled.
Jason put his hands up to calm his friend down.
"Ok man, just saying," Jason sighed.
"Vixen and Animal Man," Blue Beetle said as he put his head on the table.
"Oh...because you..." Jason stuttered.
"That's in the past, Jaime, they should've forgiven you by now," Batgirl said.
"Forgive him for the mass extinction of several critically endangered species? Yeah, they'll be peachy when they see him," Deathstroke said as he walked by them as he holstered his weapons.
"No one asked you," Batgirl hissed.
"No, he's right...they should hate me...the whole world should...I have to make amends...I have to," Blue Beetle added.
Deathstroke checked over the rest of his equipment on a nearby table than holstered them then walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?!" Batgirl demanded.
"To get our next recruit," Deathstroke said as he turned to look at her then left.
-Central City, World's End Bar, hours later-
Deathstroke looked at the ruined remains of the once Villains Only bar before the League destroyed it when they came searching for answers to the captured Kents years ago.
"Never wanted to go to one of these things, never thought I'd have to go to one. Funny old life," Deathstroke mused to himself.
He opened the door the part of the wall that was still there. The inside was trashed, parts of the walls stood up as it barely held the roof up. All the tables and almost all the chairs were in splinters. The TV and the pool table were in pieces as was the behind the bar where the shelves with the drinks were cut at angels with the smashed bottles scattered on and around them. He looked to see the bar itself was destroyed except for one part of it. A man with a thick dark beard and mustache wearing dirty, torn clothes sat in the only chair there as he poured himself a bottle of tequila. The man turned to look at Deathstroke then looked back to his drink. He chugged down the drink as Deathstroke stood in silence. The man slammed the bottle back onto the bar.
"What are you doing here, Deathstroke?" The man asked, not looking at him, as he poured another drink.
"Here for you, Snart," Deathstroke answered.
"Get over than would ya?" Leonard Snart said as he drank the bottle.
"I'm not here to kill you," Deathstroke replied.
"No? Then why are you here?" Snart asked.
"I'm here to recruit you to fight the Regime," Deathstroke answered.
"My days as Captain Cold are over," Snart said as he poured more for himself.
"No they're not," Deathstroke said.
Leonard took another swig then put the bottle down.
"I was Captain Cold for years, I was good, real good. The Rogues and I were family. My sister and I were family. Sure we got foiled and captured sometimes...but we felt alive, we were good at what we did. But then Superman went nuts as did so many of the other 'heroes' and killed my sister!" Leonard sighed then screamed as at the last part he got up to face Deathstroke.
"I know Snart," Deathstroke said.
Leonard bit his bottom lip and nodded his head a few times in mock recognition.
"So what now?" Snart asked.
"Well, that's up to you. You can come with me or you can stay here till you drink yourself to death," Deathstroke answered.
"Please, I haven't even started to get drunk. I'll live a long and prosperous of drinking and vomiting and drinking again," Snart said.
Snart went back to his seat and poured more tequila.
"You really just gonna sit there and not do anything?" Deathstroke asked.
"Never took you for the uplifting speech kinda guy. That was more of Flash's thing," Snart replied.
"Flash is an idiot," Deathstroke said.
"No argument here," Snart replied then took another drink.
Deathstroke nodded. He stood there in silence for a few minutes.
"I know you want vengeance. That rage, that despair, that fear...that's what led to you joining the Society wasn't it?" Deathstroke asked.
"The Society is gone. Grodd is dead, good riddance," Snart scoffed.
"No argument here," Deathstroke replied.
"If that's all you have to say then go. I'm seeing if I can fall into a coma if I drink enough," Snart said as he poured more.
Deathstroke crossed his arms and started walking away. He then stopped.
"We all have things to atone for, even the so-called 'heroes'. If you want to stay here, fine. Just know vengeance for your family is still out there, it's just up to you," Deathstroke said as he turned to look at Snart who didn't look back.
Deathstroke then exited the bar. Snart took another swig then took something out from behind the bar. He looked at a photo taken of him, his sister, and the Rogues at the bar in its former glory. A day before he lost everyone. A tear fell on the photo.
Deathstroke was a few yards away from the bar as he walked away.
"Three...two...one," Deathstroke said to himself.
"Hey!" A familiar voice called.
Deathstroke turned to look behind him.
Captain Cold was outfitted in his gear over his ragged clothes and held up his ice gun, frost coming out of the barrel.
"Let's do this," Captain Cold said.
To Be Continued...
AN: So Captain Cold has joined the Insurgency, there will be another joining next chapter, Special Shout-Out goes to whoever gets it right.