The League Moves in the Shadows
Damian's silhouette vanished into the clouds astride Toothless, Gotham shrinking beneath them. For the League of Assassins, his departure did not mark an end—but the beginning of a new phase.
Ra's al Ghul wasted no time.
Deep within the League's fortress, far below stone and secrecy, the Demon's Head activated the system his grandson had gifted them.
It was not magic.
It was not sorcery.
It was something better.
A hybrid network—quantum-layered pulses riding dead-spectrum noise, wrapped in living encryption algorithms that rewrote themselves with every transmission. No signal repeated. No pattern lingered long enough to be learned. Each message devoured its own footprint the moment it arrived.
Ra's watched the data bloom across holographic displays.
Information flowed faster than ever before.
Safehouses updated in real time.
Enemy movements appeared before they were acted upon.
Dead drops became obsolete.
And most importantly—
No one noticed.
The Light probed. Governments scanned. Heroes listened.
They found nothing.
For the first time in decades, the League of Assassins was truly invisible.
Ra's al Ghul allowed himself a thin, satisfied smile.
Damian was right, he thought.
The future does not belong to those who cling to old blades.
A Week Later
The message arrived encrypted through channels only three beings on Earth could access.
The Light.
Ra's al Ghul read the contents without expression.
A shipment—LexCorp weapons and advanced medical technology.
Components intended to recreate a refined version of the Blockbuster serum, the very project Young Justice had destroyed months earlier.
The destination: a hidden facility buried beneath the sands of the Bialyan Desert.
Security would be heavy.
Failure would not be tolerated.
The Light requested two League operatives.
Ra's closed the message and stood.
"It is time," he said softly.
The Choice
Cheshire was in motion when the summons reached her.
Blades flashed. Feet slid across stone without friction. Her body moved like liquid violence—every step effortless, every strike precise. The Smooth-Smooth Fruit had stopped feeling foreign days ago.
Now, it felt right.
She landed lightly, turning as Ra's al Ghul entered the training hall.
"You will take this mission," he said.
"No disguises. No restraint."
Cheshire's eyes sharpened.
"So," she said calmly, "the world gets to see."
Ra's nodded.
"The League of Assassins will no longer be perceived as merely human."
A pause.
"You will not reveal the nature of your power unless necessary."
Cheshire smirked faintly. "Understood."
She tilted her head. "And my partner?"
Ra's did not hesitate.
"Black Spider."
Her smile widened—sharp, amused.
"He doesn't know," she noted.
"No," Ra's replied. "And he will not—unless you decide otherwise."
Cheshire straightened, rolling her shoulders as if shedding old skin.
"Fine," she said. "Let's educate the Light."
Departure
The next morning, two figures slipped into the desert dawn.
Black Spider moved with practiced confidence, unaware that beside him walked a woman whose body rejected friction, whose movements ignored physics, whose skin let bullets slide like rain.
Cheshire glanced once at the horizon, feeling the power humming beneath her skin.
This is just the beginning, she thought.
Far away, unseen and unheard, systems recalculated.
Heroes remained unaware.
Governments remained blind.
The Light believed itself in control.
But the League of Assassins had changed.
And this time—
They were bringing something the world could not copy, predict, or stop.