Schiller had gotten his way. Natasha had known something was wrong the moment she received Batman's call, but she went anyway.
When she entered the office again, Arkham Batman was standing behind the desk, while Green Arrow sat in front of it with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely drinking coffee.
"Regarding the executive president, I'm sorry," Natasha had no choice but to say. "It was a failed highway interception. The special unit can take responsibility for it. We'll send someone to visit him."
"That's it?" Green Arrow stared at Natasha's face. "He almost died."
"But he's still alive and well."
"Fine, I shouldn't have expected any humanity from you agents." Green Arrow looked at Arkham Batman, seemingly waiting for an explanation.
"You don't need to look at him." Natasha walked over and stood beside Arkham Batman. "He's covering for me not because he's just as inhuman as I am, or because he has some problem with you. It's because you can't sleep with him, while I can. Or can you?"
Green Arrow's expression cracked slightly. He looked at Arkham Batman, his face clearly asking, Are you serious?
When Arkham Batman gave no response, Green Arrow stood up and slammed both hands onto the desk. "No way, Batman. There's absolutely no way you'd sleep with a Slav woman named Natasha Romanoff! Aren't you afraid she's KGB?!"
Arkham Batman still said nothing. Green Arrow could only grit his teeth and say, "If you became president just to sell your looks on a wider scale, then you win."
"Don't be so hasty." Natasha had clearly decided to go all in. She said, "How do you want the CIA to take responsibility? I'm guessing you want him to fire me, but sorry, that won't work. If you really feel like you got