Putting Affairs in Order

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Whale was in his personal training room. Only wearing a muscle shirt and a pair loose sweat pants, Whale was as comfortable as he could be in his current circumstance. Three men circled him, each a formidable fighter. Whale was at the peak of human fitness, so there was little need for exercise for that purpose. Rather, the goal was to teach him a more refined combat style. It was difficult, but fruitful.

One of the men sped toward him with a kick. Tobias slaps the blow aside, connecting with a punch to the stomach. The second man goes for his leg, but Whale lifts his foot out of the way and then drives into the man's vulnerable ankle. The second fighter screams as he falls to the ground, holding the now broken bone. The third man came in fast with a flurry of punches and kicks, faster than Tobias could defend. So instead Whale took a page from his life on the streets and connected with a head-butt. The third fighter staggered, and with impressive flexibility for a man his size, drops him with a roundhouse kick.

"Forty five seconds sir, a new record." His secretary said as she brought him a bottle of a water. "Chiller has reported in, he and Deathstroke have just arrived. I'm told they have brought Brick with them."

Tobias takes a swig from the bottle before answering.

"Have our people put Brick somewhere secure and tell them to come up. I wish to speak to them."

"Yes. Mr. Whale."

The secretary gives a nod as she leaves the gymnasium.

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"Whale" Slade said, entering the room, "I don't know what you heard, but your boy misunderstood the appearance of Green Arrow." He felt the necessity to explain himself first. He was not by any means defensive, but if he looks better, the better position he'll be in with Whale.

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Whale casually notes Deathstroke's entrance as he take a seat on his workout bench.

"Very well, Wilson. Enlighten me as to what really happened."

As the two speak a red-haired woman enters the room. She's dressed in casual attire, but she moves silently and with precision. She makes no threatening moves as she walks past Slade and takes up a position beside Whale.

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Slade raises an eyebrow at the red-head, and the returns to his explanation. "I knew it wasn't Arrow, although I didn't know it was Metamorpho. First, the real Arrow never shuts up, the impostor never talked. Second, The real Arrow wouldn't have tried to fight it out, he would have called in backup from the league. Third, his girlfriend Black Canary woulda been there, if she wasn't, the sidekick would be." Deathstroke laid out his evidence, being as convincing and persuasive as he could. One learns to be very persuasive when he wants the VC to stop shoving bamboo shoots under his fingernails.

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Whale steeples his fingers for a moment, not taking his eyes off Deathstroke. After a moment he gives a nod.

"You're generally a man of your word, so I'll believe you. In truth I wouldn't mind terribly if he did die, but if a resource can be utilized I'd prefer that over utter destruction. Green Arrow is potentially a very..lucrative resource to me."

Whale takes another drink from the water bottle as his sparring partners limp from the room, keeping a considerable distance from Deathstroke.

"I've been told you've brought Brick here."

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"His limp ass is unconcious on the roof, it'll be about 2 hours till he wakes up." Deathstroke says, and noticing the men in sparring gear, "Learning more fighting styles?"

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"Good. I'll attend to that matter before I leave for Gotham." Whale replies with a smile. "Yes. When you grow up a fat, albino in a black ghetto you learn how to defend yourself pretty damn quick. For awhile the ability to win street-fights got me through, but now..well, these days are more complicated. More is required."

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"I know what you mean. Bein a grunt and bein me, very different." Deathstroke said

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"Yes, I imagine you do. Well it wasn't exactly what i asked, but you adapted well to the circumstances. You have your alliance, Slade. I'm certain it will not be long until the benefits of this arrangement will be clear, to both of us." The red-haired woman hands Whale a pamphlet. Tobias raises an eyebrow as he reads it. "Well, it seems Gotham's back on the grid."

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Under his mask, Slade grinned, "Wonderful." After the discovery on Gotham, Slade raised an eyebrow, "Well, it was only a matter of time."

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"Indeed. Well I won't keep you any longer, Wilson, as I'm sure you have other matters to attend to." Whale turns to redhead. "My secretary can show the way to our more..discreet exit."

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"Alright then." Slade said with a nod, he needed to meet with the rest of the IJ soon anyway.