Party Time

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At one of Deathstroke's safehouse facilities, a visitor has come to call. Sivana's information puts the man here, and with most of the rest of the Society leadership tangled up in fights, he shouldn't have access to reinforcements.

And Clifford Zmeck owes Deathstroke. Owes him big time.

With a strength that rivals a Kryptonian, Zmeck takes out the armored front door of the house with a flick of his finger.

"Knock Knock. Can Sladey come out and play?"