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Behind The Scenes

12 figures sat at a round table. Only a faint outline of them could be seen as a single window allowed the moon to illuminate their figures across the furniture. Despite this, each and every shadow knew who the other was.

"I hope you understand why I called this meeting"

One of the shorter figures spoke out against the others. The monocle on their face gleaming, contrasting the dark room.

"There are an infinite amount of possibilities you know. Is this a guessing game?"

A feminine voice replied in turn, the teasing tone emanating from it visibly seemed to piss the shorter figure off.

"A guessing game about why we're here? What kind of pathetic riddle is as easy as this?!"

An enormous fist with a size that shouldn't be possible for a human moved its way out of the shadows and gently knocked on the table.

An enormous crack spring from the spot and made its way easily across almost all of the wooden surface.

"Now now. Let's all try and stay calm while discussing matters. A battle between us would destroy the very things we're all trying to grab for ourselves after all"

The humongous fist retracted itself back into the darkness, the cracks along the tables surface a constant reminder to the others to keep this meeting civil.

"Now then, Penguin, please continue"

"Thank you Bane. As most of you should know Deathstroke has re-entered Gotham"

A few figures at the table stiffened.

"I can say it's safe to say that he's after Y/N L/N's bounty correct?"

"Your point?"

"My point Harvey, is that we're at a conundrum. That freak of nature running around doing whatever he wants in our city is the last thing we want. Most of us have used quite a bit of connections to seal Gotham off from the League so Deathstroke coming here is the last thing we need right now"

One of the figures grasp on their cane tightened.

"This has nothing to do with me. If you interrupted my work for nothing then"-

"Nygma. Be little bit more patient. I'll get to why I needed everyone here after we move on from our little mercenary problem"

"How is it an issue in the first place? He's never been greedy for Gotham and it appears the only reason he's here is because of Y/N L/N"

"Besides, won't he accept jobs from us? I don't see the issue of him being here as long as he doesn't interfere with our work"

"You are correct. However, do you honestly think he won't also accept jobs against us if the pays good? If they find out what we've been collaborating on do you really think someone like Amanda Waller is just going to allow us to go back to Arkham. She'll kill us using every method she has"

"True. I've already heard that she's somehow got a few people like us under her control. Even old Harleys listening to her"

The feminine voice interjected once more.

"Do you really think you can take him down on your own Penguin"

"Have you ever seen the man get serious? Hell no I can't take him down on my own. My guys will just be cut down in an instant. The only person that might be able to win against him in a one on one fight in brute force is Bane"

"But if I did go, and let's say get critically injured but still survive, you all wouldn't hesitate to steal the land that's rightfully mine"

Every figure in that room let out a smile.