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When the sedan finished it's journey and dropped off Cain, it'd be only a few moments after his words that a figure would appear from the shadows nearby, exiting from behind one of the nearby game booths long run down, only the occasional stuffed animal still hanging from it's top as former prizes. The figure was quite apparent, the very color scheme and make up of Deathstroke, except noticeably more feminine, despite the athlecism, curves in the end, weren't so easy to disguise.

A modulated voice echoed from her mask, deepened, darker in nature, designed almost similarly to the way Batwoman's was in nature, designed to intimidate and cow most who would listen to the figure's voice. "The target, who or what is it." Deathstroke would say, cutting straight to the matter at hand, not missing a beat, clearly, could have either been there all along, or just arrived, either way, it was almost as if on que that Cain's words came out about her arrival, that she showed up. Deathstroke was never known for any useless words, unless it was related to the mission at hand.
 

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Cain wasn't one to be so easily frightened, however he was certainly one for the dramatic. As the masked figure approached, Cain let out a loud, overly dramatic and feminine scream as he flailed his arms about. "So spooky!" He followed. However, he began to laugh and broke character. "Aren't you a little short to be Deathstroke? And my god, I don't remember you being so...curvy. You're not a trans are you, Deathy?" He quipped as he examined the figure. What's more, this person had two eyes as opposed to Deathstroke's monocular mask.

"Not one for silliness, huh? Fine then, I'll cut to the chase. I need you at A.C.E. Chemicals tonight, about 8:30. The target is Batwoman. She'll be trying to stop me, so when she approaches me, I'll give you the signal and we'll trap her ass. Sound good?" He explained. "Money's in the trunk. I want you to fight with everything you got, but don't kill her. Bring her to the edge, and leave her there. Send a clear message that you do not fuck with Clownz."
 

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Deathstroke seemingly just stared at Cain as she began to lightly pace, always watching the man with a deadpan serious attitude about her, not saying anything until Cain finished talking, then her modulated voice appeared once again as she spoke. "Consider it done." And with that, she tossed a device over to Cain. "Hit the switch when you want me to act. I'll give the Bat something to remember." She'd say simply, before seemingly activating something on her helmet, then on her wrist, looking straight at the truck, in reality, she checked to make sure it was just money inside with x-ray vision, and once it was done, she approached and with an angling of her body, shifted open the door and tilted her body to the side just in case there was a trap, in a subtle way, before looking inside at what was there. Her usual rate for jobs of this level, and nonlethal, was two hundred thousand, so she would make sure it was all there before truly following through with the job.

Once she could confirm it, she activated something on her wrist again as a blacked out SUV approached, the driver hidden from view, and then two men in suits approached the truck, piling the money into duffle bags and taking it back to the SUV. Without any further word, they all disappeared back into the SUV once it was all collected, and the SUV peeled off, driving away. She'd need to finalize her preparations for this contract, maybe even learn a bit about this Batwoman.
 

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With the transaction complete, Cain smiled and waved goodbye as the SUV disappeared out of sight. Once out of view, he fake gagged and shook his head. "What a severely boring wretch of a woman. All work and no play makes Deathstroke a dull girl..." He sighed as he returned to the sedan, finishing his cigarette. "Where to next, Donny? The mall? The skate park? Maybe a trip to the orphanage and crush some hopes and dreams?" He asked to the statue beside him. "A nap? Hmm, you might be onto something. I should be well rested for tonight. Big plans, buddy...big plans." He replied to nobody. He then laughed as he drove away toward the meat packing plant.
 

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Pamela had done her lab-work at the Gotham-U for today, as on of her Professors came to her and told her, that someone important from Wayne-Enterprice was interessted in her and her work. It was something, that exited Pamela a lot and helped her out to bei more focused on her cheerleading practice. After that, she went into the library and was doing something researces about some things, that could be helpfull for what she would be doing during the night.
 
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Grazia gently ran her fingers through her hair as she sat in the cab, watching out from the lenses of her sunglasses and the window of the yellow chariot. The people passed by, so quickly, all just in their own world so unaware. Gotham sometimes seemed normal during the day, and not like the cesspool it really was. It was almost hard believe that the moment night fell it would become the time of monsters, monsters much like....her. She sat back, taking in the sights. How long had she been here? How long had she even been here? Gotham was not her place of birth but....it was where she found some semblance of a life even if it was not the type of life she felt she was meant to have.....but the other her did not seem to disagree with that lifestyle.

Eventually she got where she needed to go, a "library" though she wasn't here for the tomes of knowledge held within. She got out of the cab after paying her fair, saying little to the driver as she stepped out. She was doing her best not to look too odd, she was glad people were fairly bad with facial recognition but she was taking precautions a long blonde wing to cover up her hair, sunglasses, and the always appreciated and inconspicuous coat. It was a bit cliche and suspicious anywhere else, but in Gotham? About normal.

She headed in and spoke to the librarian for a moment before being directed to the back where a package was waiting. She took it with a small smile and decided to check out quite a few novels as she moved to the most isolated corner of the library surrounded by piles. Perhaps it was a little dangerous to do this out in the open but well....she didn't care. Once the night came it was hardly her problem, she got paid for it after all. She just needed to get things distributed. ReVolt would make sure of that.

She just spent her time working, keeping to herself surrounded by piles of books to cover her activities.
 
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