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New Tricks
Cassius walked calmly out of the hotel room, leaving Amelia's body lying in the bed. However, as soon as he stepped outside, he stopped, finding several men in black clothes with black masks around him, Cain stsnding in front of them.
"Loose ends?" Cassius asked.
"Loose ends," Cain nodded.
"Shame this end doesn't feel like being tied," Cassius said. "I still don't remember anything, and I'm not dying until I know who I am."
"Lucky for you, that's not why I'm here," Cain said, drawing his pistols and shooting the Shadows around him. "Come. I've been ordered by Ra's al Ghul to turn you over to Deathstroke's custody."
"What a promotion," Cassius snorted. "Beaten and abused by you to beaten to death by him."
"Deathstoke rarely kills his subbordinates," Cain says. "He's also one of the greatest fighters alive."
"Well, at least I'll get really good at fighting," Cassius shrugged. "Lead the way."
Cain nodded and turned, walking away from the hotel, Cassius following with the corpses.
Cassius deflected Deathstroke's staff with his own and slammed his goo fist into Deathstroke's chest. He flipped, landing on his feet only to dive forward just before tendrils of goo erupted out of it. Then, as Deathstroke was standing, Cassius swiped upward at his head with his bo staff. Deathstroke spun around it and slammed his own into the side of Cassius's head, dropping him, all of his goo retracting.
"Damn," Cassius groaned. "Thought I had you that time."
"Maybe," Deathstroke said. "But in combat, almost doesn't matter. Close only counts in handgrenades and internal damage. Either you win, or you lose. There is no almost, and there is no tying."
"Trust me, I know," Cassius said, pushing himself up. "Again."
"As you wish."
Cassius walked along the street toward his target. Easy job. Kill the target and implicate another Shadow. So, as he neared the man, he formed his goo into the shape of said Shadow's blade, and drove it through the target's abdomen. Then, he retracted his goo less than a second later and continued walking without having broken his stride, getting lost in the crowd instantly as the man collapsed. People swarmed the man to save him, but Cassius didn't mind. He had made sure to sever the man's spinal cord. He was finished.
"Well done," Deathstroke's voice said into his communicator. "On to the next."
Cassius flipped over Deathstroke's blades and landed on his feet, a dozen goo spikes stabbing at Deathstroke from all sides, forcing him toward Cassius. Deathstroke twisted and his right blade clased with Cassius's hardened goo blade, currently his go-to kind was a double-edged one, before Deathstroke's left sword split Cassius up the front. Cassius'sgoo retracted before he hit the ground and he groaned, healing.
"Better," Deathstroke said. "But you need to move faster."
"Understood," Cassius nodded, standing. "Again."
Cassius groaned as he stepped into the main room. His whole body ached. Suddenly, Deathstroke landed in front of him, slashing, only for Cassius to block it with one goo fist, then slam the other into Deathstroke's chest. Deathstroke flipped and landed on his feet, cocking his head to the side.
"Cassius?" Deathstroke asked.
"Who the hell else would I be?" Cassius asked, noticing his voice was wheezier, and fralier than it should be.
Deathstroke tossed him a mirror and Cassius caught it, staring at his reflection. He was ancient. He had grey hair, a sunken face, pale skin, and green eyes. He blinked, then focused, his eyes turning blue, his hair blond, his skin tightening and gaining a deep tan. In an instant, he was a completely different person, then another, a ginger with freckles and grey eyes. Then, out of pure curiosity, he was a blonde girl with bright blue eyes. He reached down and hummed thoughtfully, impressed that he actually seemed to have gotten it right.
"Interesting," Deathstroke mused. "This is good. This opens up entirely new possibilities for jobs we can send you on."
This also makes it impossible to find out who I was before, Cassius thought, changing back to what he thought was his original form. "It's only as useful as I make it."
"Good, you're learning," Deathstroke said. "Let's go. It's time to train."
Cassius nodded and followed him out of the .
Cassius stared at his reflection as his body finished changing. He knew this form. It was the one from the family portrait of the woman he had killed along with her children. But it felt familiar. He had a sinking feeling he knew why.
The door beside him hissed as it began to open, and by the time it was done, Cassius had red hair and a scar across one eye, his nose crooked, and a tooth missing.
"You're getting better," Deathstroke said. "Come. You've got another job."
Cassius nodded and followed Deathstroke out of the room.
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