Danny showed up at a warehouse near the harbor and stood, looking at it with slight confusions, "Let me get this straight... Batman, the richest person in all of Gotham, sent me to this dump... to ask for help?" He sighed a little, "Damn, I was hoping for some nice wine and couches." Danny walked in looking around. Didn't seem like a lot of people had shown up yet, so he was early apparently. He quickly noticed the presence of a man knelt on a walkway, as if to survey the area and see who arrived. Deathstroke looked over at him and gave out a small chuckle, "Is that what you call hiding? My dead grandmother could hide better than you." Danny crossed his arms and stood in a loose stance, "Nice get up by the way, I like the scary edge you got. Why don't you come to my birthday party? You'd be a good clown." He mocked playfully. He wasn't trying to be rude, but his sarcastic tone didn't help with making that point.