<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/14/147508/4593900-1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>? ? ?<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Deathstroke "The Terminator."<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Highest Bidder.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:18 - 20:25<br/><strong>Location:</strong>S.T.A.R Labs, Gotham East.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Superboy, Nightwing, Batwoman, Spoiler.<br/><strong>Theme Music:</strong>The Wild Card by Really Slow Motion (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4o94jEXUmA)<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Deathstroke falls to the ground, hard, and is momentarily winded. He rolls quickly though, and gets to his feet, hoisting Nightwing up with him. He suspends him above and in front of him, ready to power him down onto the ground and finish his involvement in the fight.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Of course, Deathstroke didn't have much more time to mock or banter with the heroes across the room; as soon as his head had tilted to one side, he caught sight of Captain Tightpants making his move towards him; he hadn't noticed him get up from his little tumble on the ground, but apparently a flip onto concrete wasn't enough to take him down for good...you know, Deathstroke at least had to hand it to the boy; he was persistent and far, far more durable than most humans nowadays. A blow like that would have easily shattered most human soldiers ability and will to fight, but this boy? He got up and was evidently going for another try...impressive. Stupid, but impressive nonetheless. He was closer to Deathstroke than the others - he had probably been trying to flank him again which, despite how it had ended for him last time, was still a viably effective plan; if your opponent couldn't see you, you had more chance of being successful in your attack - and was moving into an aggressive posture. He seemed to take that whole "if your opponent can't see you" idea to heart as, as he started moving, he fished into his small, almost non-existent belt and pulled out something small and round in shape. He hurled it at Deathstroke and, small as it was, he didn't realise what it was until it was a fraction of a second too late. His helmets light filtration system clicked into place a moment too late as the Flashbang went off right in his vision, temporarily causing spots to appear in front of his eye. The lens stopped the majority of the bang, but enough had gotten through to disorientate him for a fraction of a second...and apparently, that was all that was needed. Deathstroke managed to blink away the small level of blindness he had been afflicted with just in time to see Captain Tightpants suddenly significantly closer than he had been previously. Deathstroke only had a moment to react to the fresh grapple - he appeared to like his grapples, Tightpants did - and that wasn't nearly enough time for even him to get out of the way or knock Nightwing out of the air.<br/><br/>He did, however, have time for a counter. Tightpants's trajectory and body angle told him that he was looking to wrap his legs around his throat rather than his hands this time, probably in a kind of throw designed to get him off balance...with the momentum and force of his probably very effective hips, he would even be able to knock Deathstroke over with the move...and there was nothing that he could do about it on such short notice. Had he been prepared, he likely could have caught the moron and thrown him off, but the flashbang - as ineffective as it had been compared to its likely hoped efficacy - had screwed that plan up. He barely had enough time to drop his staff to the ground and lift his hands up to grip Tightpants's legs as they sealed around his head...but they weren't going to pull them off of him. Oh no. He had something different planned. He ignored the brief banter from Tightpants - bantering in this situation would just cost focus, and he had to time what he wanted to do perfectly in order to pull it off. He could have thrown Tightpants's legs off - the legs were locked, yes, but around his neckplate rather than his actual neck - but he had a different counter in mind...of course, it was a surprise that Tightpants was able to ID him so quickly, considering the lack of clues and the completely different look...but that was irrelevant. He had only fought Batman and Robin - who was obviously who Tightpants was, since he obviously wasn't Batman;  he wasn't skilled enough to be Batman - once, but Tightpants apparently remembered...hard to remember getting your ass kicked, after all. Really, Robin was only there for support. Had it been him versus Robin, the fight would have been over in minutes. It was Batman that was the real threat out of the two back then. Of course, he had evidently gotten better...but so had Deathstroke.<br/><br/>He twisted with the hips, allowing himself to get thrown to the ground with as much force as Tightpants could muster and, even with the thick armour and his enhanced body, the impact knocked at least some of the air out of his lungs and jarred his body a little, setting his head spinning for half a moment...of course, his healing factor fixed the issue in less than a handful of seconds since it was only a slight bruising, but still...they could hit relatively hard. Not bad. Maybe the fight wasn't going to be completely boring after all...but Tightpants had made a very basic mistake; he had failed to do anything of note with a grapple the first time, and he had tried it again, expecting it to have different results. He needed to learn why you didn't try the same tactic on Deathstroke, of all people, twice. As he hit the floor - after a moments hesitation as he got his breath back - he rolled to the side and onto his front - his arms still keeping Tightpants's legs firmly clamped onto his shoulder, preventing him from rolling away as he used all of his considerable strength to keep him bound to him - and kicked his legs up under his body. Using his immense strength, he powered himself up to a standing platform, his legs straining a little at the unusual angle and the effort of lifting up another fully grown man - though he could manage it (he<em>could</em>bench press in excess of a ton, after all), it wasn't exactly<em>easy</em>to lift two men up from a laying start - and shifted one of his hands to pull Tightpants back and body up so that he was effectively sitting on Deathstroke's shoulders in a kind of reverse-shoulder-sit like a small child.<br/><br/>"The only 'Wonder' about you,<em>boy,</em>" he said, then trailed off. He had actually managed to wind Deathstroke and, more, had been partly responsible for his only failed contract...a black mark on an otherwise spotless record. He couldn't get a rematch against Batman, much to his chagrin, so Tightpants here had to do. "...is that you're not dead yet." He hoisted Tightpants up further, shifting his arms so that one hand gripped at his shoulder and one moved to hold the side of his throat and extending his arms so that Tightpants was suspended higher up than before, leaning out over the ground. All Deathstroke needed to do was push forwards and down...and Tightpants would be done for. A six foot, super strength propelled collision with concrete? He wouldn't be getting up. He just needed a half second more time, and one of the heroes would be off the playing field.