It takes a certain kind of person to live in Gotham City. Though many were born and raised, many others had either chosen or were forced to stay for certain reasons.
But one Gothamite that was lucky enough to make it out decides one day to come bac...
As we flew into Gotham everyone was pretty much silent. Except for Digger that is as he kept on trying to get a rise or someone to say anything at all while the others either gave their gear a once over or ignored him all together. "If I had a flute I bet you I could get you to.." Larissa hissed at him as his faced dropped.
In Spanish: "For the love of fuck shut the hell up you belligerent dick head!! You're more annoying than a Chihuahua and those little rats are pretty annoying!" She says before glancing over at me. "Nice suit."
"Thank you, if you had another kind of suit I think that one would look good on you too." I replied.
In English: "The fuck are you two on about?!" Digger continued before Eyepatch threw a knife near his head and imbedded it in the wall.
"I'd have to agree with her, your voice alone is irritating." He said as he pulled his knife out and sat back down.
"Easy Deathstroke, I know your trigger finger is itching but settle down." Flag says as he had already done so.
As if she knew what I was about to ask, Katana gave me a tablet which had Deathstroke's file and Mug Shot on it.
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When I saw this I had some concern seeing as how it wasn't just Slade that had been to Arkham, but also Digger and Larissa too as well as a couple of others.
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