Don't Panic, There's Still Plenty of Time

Russell knew the butler had planted moles under Bane, but he had never expected there to be so many—ten in total. That was no small number.

After the ten stood up, they stared at one another in bewilderment, stunned themselves. Clearly, none of them knew the others' identities; all this time, each had believed he was alone!

"Shit! Reed, so you work for the butler too?"

"Yeah. I have for ten years."

"Then I'm your senior. I've worked for the butler for fifteen years."

"..."

"Pamir, I personally recruited you three years ago, and now you're telling me we're on the same side?"

"Boss, I wanted to complain too! If you'd told me earlier that you were one of us, I wouldn't have fucking infiltrated your side. I spent every day on edge, terrified you'd see through me."

"Same here. I was afraid you'd see through me too!"

"..."

Russell: (_)

The butler was fucking amazing!

Also, among the people I'd shot in the head earlier, there couldn't have been some of the butler's people, right?

"Mr. Deathstroke, our identities have been exposed. These people can't be left alive." The ten stood obediently beside Russell, staring fearfully at the little wings behind him.

Russell nodded. "I understand. This line of work isn't easy, but the broadcast already went live on television. Is that really okay?"

"It's fine!"

The burly man at the front waved his hand. "Before we stood up, the butler had already cut off the live feed. Once we kill these people, our identities can remain hidden, and we can continue contributing our strength to Gotham."

"All right, do whatever you want."

"Wait a second!"

Just as the ten picked up their guns and prepared to silence everyone, a blond middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd. "Let