Huddled in the relative safety of a dimly lit diner, the uneasy truce began to solidify. Batman, his cowl removed, revealing a grimly determined Bruce Wayne, listened intently as Michael laid out the connections between the Overseer's cult and the Serpent Coil, detailing the shared symbols and the pursuit of ancient power.
"The artifact the Overseer sought," Michael explained, sketching a familiar glyph on a napkin, "it resonated with this. The Serpent Coil is after something similar, something potentially far more dangerous."
Bruce's eyes narrowed. "This symbol… it matches markings found at several unsolved crime scenes in Gotham. We believed it was tied to a fringe cult."
Oliver interjected, "The Overseer's cult was more than just fringe. They wielded a dark kind of magic."
Bruce's skepticism remained palpable. "Magic. A convenient explanation for the unexplained."
Slade, surprisingly, offered a grim confirmation. "On Lian Yu… I saw things. Things that defied logic. Queen… he can do things…" He trailed off, still struggling to articulate the arcane realities he had witnessed.
Felicity, patching into Gotham's police network from her laptop, chimed in. "I've found a pattern. Unexplained disappearances, strange energy readings at the locations… it all lines up with the Serpent Coil activity Batman's been tracking."
A grudging acknowledgment flickered in Bruce's eyes. "It seems our paths converge. The Serpent Coil needs to be stopped. But make no mistake, Queen. Wilson. I'll be watching you." A reluctant alliance had been forged, born of a shared threat and mutual suspicion.