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"Just answer my question," Roland said. "Why did you bring people here to storm my place?"

"I heard you had plenty of promising young criminals here. I've only just arrived in Gotham, and I need some people working for me," Deadshot explained.

"My reputation..." Roland's mouth twitched.

"It's not far from the truth," Bronze Tiger interjected. Then he lowered his voice. "I think someone's watching us."

"Did Batman plant another Bug?"

"No. It feels like there's another person in the room."

Roland nodded. Gold flared in his eyes as he chanted in the dragon language.

Domain Expansion.

Word Spirit: Kamaitachi!

Kamaitachi picked up a fourth heartbeat in the room. Roland leaped up and grabbed the leg of someone hanging overhead.

Two Batarangs flew at him, but he caught them barehanded. With one hard pull of his other hand, he slammed the intruder to the floor.

"How rude." The intruder sprang back to her feet.

She wore a fitted black Suit, with thick red hair and a huge black-and-red cape.

"Batwoman?" Roland dusted off his hands. "What brings you here?"

"I came to investigate Deadshot. I didn't expect you to have caught him already," Batwoman said.

"I see." Roland nodded. "Sorry. I didn't recognize you just now, so I didn't hold back."

"It's fine." Batwoman waved it off.

"You're taking that well."

"Batman told me not to fight you. He was worried you'd take advantage of me."

"I don't usually hit that hard."

"He meant in other ways." Batwoman shrugged.

"He's slandering me!"

"Anyway, I came to investigate Deadshot. Could you—"

"He's right here. We're questioning him now. Ask whatever you want."

"All right."

Batwoman got the information she needed, then summoned her Batcycle and left.

Roland continued questioning Deadshot, confirming again and again that he really had no other reason