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[b][color=9e0b0f]"It's clear that whatever [i]therapy[/i] The League has offered us hasn't helped with identifying whatever it was that's caused Metamorph to try and kill their own teammates, or be upfront about how dangerous their presence actually is."[/color][/b]

Quiver, domino mask still across his eyes, pointed at the view screen overlooking them all, the one with the visage of the Dark Knight. He hit his open palm on the tabletop and felt his blood starting to boil. He tried to get himself under control as best he could, but was faltering.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"But I suspect that Batman and the League were already well aware of how dangerous Metamorph is. Even before he went feral and gutted me. No, I've talked enough with Nightwing - it's Classic Batman. Know everything, say nothing. Isn't that right?"[/b][/color] Talon practically spat the words out, irritated that his teammates had to sit here contrite, when who's fault was all of this really? Was it any of theirs? NO. It was The League's, it was METAMORPH'S.

[b][color=9e0b0f]"Instead of letting any of us know what was out there, you all just let us walk in there like common children - NOT allies, NOT equals. You think I don't know who Deathstroke the Terminator is? You think I don't know about the time he ripped through the League single-handedly? And you want us to what? Apologize? Nymph held her own as well as any of us, and Rain did...fine!"[/color][/b]