*peeks around corner* slade/Jay courting you say?
I did. 😏
“What do you want, Wilson?” Bruce snapped.
“Nothing with you, Bats.” An orange gauntlet tightened in green hair, drawing Jason’s attention back to the bound figure kneeling at Slade’s feet. “I have a gift.”
“What do you want for him?” Bruce’s voice was tight.
Lips quirked, “The gift isn’t for you. This doesn’t involve you. The gift is for him.” The alpha nodded in Jason’s direction.
Jason tore his eyes from the figure at the mercenary’s feet to Deathstroke’s maskless face.
Batman growled, “What do you want with—”
“Why?” Jason asked, cutting the alpha off. He took a couple of steps forward, ignoring the bark of anger warning from Bruce. Heart thudding in his ears, he asked, “What do you want?”
Slade’s single blue eye swept over him, swept over Bruce, darted up to the shadows of the rafters where Jason knew Robin must be hiding. He could tell the alpha was weighing the situation, deciding how much to say — what to reveal.
Finally, he opened his mouth.
The last thing Jason expected was the roll of League syllables that fell off his tongue, as easily as if he’d been born to them.
His breath caught in his throat. There was no way he heard that right. That… did Slade know what he just said? He couldn’t… he couldn’t possibly…
Ask from HERE.
