Robin was the first to respond, fueled by confidence and ignorance regarding his opponent. He went running, Drakon remaining in place as he closed the distance and sidestepped him at the last moment. "You're even smaller than I'm used to," Drakon said. "How old are you kid?"

Robin ignored him, continuing to swing and kick as Drakon began blocking his strikes. Angel remained back a distance, studying Drakon's fighting style. As Robin threw a punch at his face, Drakon slipped to his side, grabbing him in an under-arm grapple lock. Robin fought and struggled, the back of his foot hitting Drakon's legs here and there, but doing no damage.

"You should answer your elders when they speak to you," Drakon said. "I'd killed people by the time I was your size, you know."

It was then Angel intervened. She rushed at him, sure Drakon wouldn't be able to defend himself while Robin was trapped in that hold. Angel jumped, aiming a punch at his face. Drakon's solution was to release Robin and thrust him forward, causing he and Angel to collide. As the heroes regained their balance, Drakon sucker-punched Angel, knocking back a step. Drakon was thrown off when she didn't go to the ground, and with another step she uppercutted him, eliciting a groan of pain. The assassin's recovery was quick though, grabbing ahold of Robin when he threw a kick and putting him to the ground in a single strike. When Angel came at him again the two began a long, lightning-fast exchange of blows and blocks.

"You're smarter than he is,' Drakon said. "He's already decided I'm another madman like you face every day."

"I know about you," Angel said, catching both his fists, twisting it slowly against his protest. "You only kill for fun. You are mad."

Drakon grit his teeth against the twist, but within seconds it turned to a smile. "I didn't say I'm not mad. I said I'm not typical!" With that he threw himself forward, headbutting her and forcing her to release her hold. As Angel regained her balance, Drakon backhanded her, knocking her onto the floor.

"I used to hear talk about the Batman's associates," he said, stepping closer. "All the way out to Star City, there was talk of 'The Quiet One.' They say she is darkness incarnate, moving through this city without making a single sound. No voice, no face, just a whirlwind of pain for any who should confront her."

Angel said nothing, reaching for her belt and throwing three batarangs at him. With a nearly inhuman speed, Drakon caught one in each hand, the other giving him a slice to the cheek, but seemingly only amusing him more. With a flick he threw the weapons back, Angel regaining her footing as she dodged.

"I don't know how many young women the Batman has on his payroll," Drakon said. "But I have been told there is someone new in the uniform the Quiet One once wore. And you just blocked nearly every strike I—"

Drakon stopped and shouted as he fell to a half-kneel, Robin standing directly behind him after kicking him in the back of his knee and knocking half his weight out from under him. With another kick Robin knocked him to the ground, circled around and trapped him in a headlock on the floor.

"You forgot about me," Robin said, gritting his teeth. "Big mistake."

"No, boy." With a push, Drakon returned to his feet and ran backwards into the wall of the pit, slamming Robin into the wall and eliciting a shout of pain, causing his grip to loosen. "Your mistake." With that, Drakon reached around and ripped Robin from his back, smashing him into the floor. For a moment he considered beating him further, but instead stepped back toward Angel. "My point is, I believe you are the Quiet One."

Angel and he shared a glare for a few seconds before she asked, "Does it matter?"

"If you truly are one of Gotham's finest, then I'm going to be a legend when I kill you!"

Angel drew her katana as Drakon rushed her again. With a sidestep Angel got a clear shot and beat against his side with the weapon. Drakon only laughed.

"A dulled sword? Worthless, completely worthless."

As if to contradict him, Angel landed a blow to the side of his head. The force was enough that Drakon showed pain upon his face and held his forehead, as if dazed. Angel followed this with a kick to the side of his stomach and another to the front, knocking out his breath. The next swing of her sword, however, Drakon caught between his palms.

"Maybe you are as good as they all say."

When his clench seemed its strongest, Angel released the blade, forcing Drakon to shift his center of gravity. In the moment she was allotted Angel thrust two fingers of both hands into his pectorals, eliciting a shout of pain and what appeared to be loss of clench in his arms. Drakon stepped back, shaking out his arms and trying to recover feeling as she pursued him. When feeling had returned, Drakon gave her a wily smile as he reached behind him and grabbed ahold of Robin, trapping the tired child quickly in a choke hold.

"Careful now," Drakon said. As Robin began to kick and struggle, Drakon laid his free hand upon his head of black hair. "I've snapped younger necks, little angel."

Angel drew a batarang, but Drakon only seemed to tighten his grip. Robin kicked and even bit at his arm hard enough to draw blood, but Drakon seemed disinterested.

Angel held his glare. "What do you want?"

"I want to be able to brag to Deathstroke and Cain that I killed one of Gotham's finest."

Angel flinched. "Cain? You know David Cain?"

"Oh yes, I know that bastard all too well… not sure what it has to do with anything—"

Questions of that strange night the previous week ran through Cassandra's head. Drakon knew Cain, might even still be in contact with him. He might know what was going on with the two that attacked her. But, as she swiftly remembered, she had someone else to worry about at the moment.

"Put him down."

"Why should I? You're a child and I may not be able to beat you in a fair fight. May as well even the odds however I can."

Robin was struggling, both to be free and to even inhale. At any moment, Drakon could decide to just finish him off. Maybe he was afraid of how Angel would respond, maybe he just wanted to brag more. Angel struggled for some kind of solution, some way to turn the tides.

In a moment, all the lights in that lower chamber went out. This was followed by shouts of confusion from Zeus's men. Someone shouted they had a lighter and went to work trying to bring some illumination back to the chamber.

"I can still see you, by the way," Drakon said, though he was no longer visible. "The glasses have made me accustomed to the darkness, and either way, white simply isn't a good color for your line of work."

Though Angel remained trapped in place, there came noise from above. Fists clashing against faces, something zipping through the air. Maxie Zeus demanded to know what was going on before he gasped twice and could be heard collapsing amongst the sounds flying by, which Angel realized sounded like a drawstring and arrows.

"Damn it all, how did—" A blunt force rebounded against Drakon's face, forcing him to release Robin, who hit the ground gasping for breath. There came a few more shots like it, but Drakon retreated from the pit as fast as he was able. Within minutes, still wondering what was going on, Angel and Robin could see the dim light of the elevator as Drakon retreated inside.

The unseen savior dropped into the pit, Robin already on guard again but Angel squinting to see who it was. As he stepped closer, he flicked on the lighter he had stolen from one of Zeus's henchmen and raised it to his face, revealing a skin of light brown and a short head of blonde hair. With a playful smile he moved the lighter toward Robin, who stepped back in confusion. "You got shorter," he said. Then he raised the light toward Angel. "And from what Dad told me, I thought you'd be blonde. And white."

Robin looked to Angel, "You know him?"

"Sure they're all knocked out up there?" Angel asked.

"None of them are still conscious, no."

"Then it is good to see you, Connor."