Good day and go to hell.

Pre-52 Slade Wilson.

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g r x y s o n. ind. selective. multi.

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grxyson:

the gnawing feeling only grows more incessant the further nightwing travels down the tunnels. deeper, darker, until the wrongness is hard to ignore, and he feels like he’s willingly climbing into the mouth of the beast. that, of course, is when a regrettably familiar voice chimes in behind him, and he turns to get an eyeful of one smugly satisfied deathstroke,

before the tunnel erupts with light.

and not the good, at-the-end-of-the-tunnel kind. it’s blinding, doubly so thanks to of the night vision filters he’d had his mask switch over to (which slade must have taken into consideration, seeing as how he’d gone with a flash bomb rather than, say, smoke). nightwing’s eyes are closed behind his mask but he can still see the flare of it, like fireworks sticking to his corneas. 

but he’s not deaf. and fighting blind is one of the many bizarre features in his repertoire, listening for the thrum of deathstroke’s footsteps, and then the swing of his body in attack. nightwing lifts a hand to counter, and then throws a kick toward slade’s stomach, hoping to heave him away and create a few seconds of lull for recovery. if he has a choicein the matter, he wants to be able to see whether it’s a punch or a sword swinging in his direction —- though he thinks he could probably fake it alright.

but the reality of the situation is that he’s been tricked, and is now stuck with a massive disadvantage. even city-side, nightwing wouldn’t be able to take down deathstroke single-handed, much less a deathstroke that has a very good reason to be angry with him. revenge is an effective motivation when it comes to pushing people forward, and whatever respect he’d won of wilson surely doesn’t count for much now. 

for dick it’s either a bullet, or something worse.

“What, no witty retort?” Deathstroke chimed in as he parried. “No heroic monologue?” He took the brunt of the kick, pushing him back, but he wasn’t concerned. If anything, Slade was dragging it out. “Or are you figuring out just how screwed you are?”

Deathstroke wasn’t going for the swords or the guns, which on its own said a lot. In the past, the man had made the mistake of underestimating Nightwing by taking him on one-on-one, only for the kid to make a crafty escape. Down here, that wasn’t such an easy thing to pull off, and Slade was taking his time. 

He elbowed Nightwing to the side of the head, aimed his own kick between the fighter and the concrete wall. With Grayson, it was more about waiting until he committed to an airborne move. There’s less control over your own trajectory in the air, and Slade’s enhanced speed is enough to take advantage of that.

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noonesslave:

    “If you were important enough for that treatment I would have already done that.”

“Consider me insulted. I’m not about to complain about semantics if it keeps you out of my hair. I came to see Joey.”

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mxskedwonder:

— —★ As the young teen looked around, taking in his s u r r o u n d i n g s, one of the first thoughts that came to mind was how d i f f e r e n t this place was from Titan’s Tower. Almost polar o p p o s i t e s to be exact. Where as Titan’s Tower r o s e from the little island to overlook Jump, this place hid beneath the surface of the City. The dimness and the c o n s t a n t clanking of the gears also opposed the Titan’s Tower, in addition to g r a t i n g on the Titan’s leaders nerves. 

He supposed he shouldn’t be so c r i t i c a l of this place. Afterall, he wasn’t planning on being here for too long. He just had to figure out a p l a n to get that remote from Slade so he could escape without having to w o r r y about his friends s a f e t y. 

As much as he hated being in this situation, it could be w o r s e. At least Slade gave him some a l o n e time to explore the place, rather than breathe down his neck, as well as his own bedroom. There wasn’t m u c h that was particularly i n t e r e s t i n g about it. The giant gears that was constantly turning was about the most interesting part. Metal s u r r o u n d e d him on all sides, and he could tell that was going to be an i s s u e with him. Within the next couple of days, he could tell he was going to be y e a r n i n g to see the sun, to breathe in fresh air and to feel the s u n on his skin. 

He made his way past several doors, trying different handles and finding many of them l o c k e d. He knew that at least the kitchen was open, but he didn’t trust that food. It would be foolish for Slade to p o i s o n his apprentice, and seemed highly unlikely that he would do so, but Robin didn’t want to a c c e p t any of Slade’s food. By doing so, he felt like he would be accepting the situation and accepting that he might be here for a w h i l e, and his pride was s t r o n g e r than his growling stomach.

Putting the thought of food out of his mind, he f i n a l l y came to a door that was u n l o c k e d. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the door, taking a few steps i n s i d e the room..

Florescent strips of light flickered on instantaneously as the teen stepped within. The ceiling was stripped and bare besides the makeshift light sources, but it was clear the room was a training facility. Blue mats were off to the side, and perhaps more unnerving, was that a series of gymnastic bars were set up. It was unlikely they were for Slade himself. 

The man’s baritone voice sounded from behind Robin, lazily. “Wandering can be a dangerous habit.” Slade wasn’t annoyed by it, though it did say something that he automatically knew where Robin would be. (Was it a tracker in the suit itself or surveillance spread throughout the facility? Perhaps both.)

Slade tossed the teen a bo-staff, one with more of a durable weight than Robin’s usual titanium alloy staff. The mastermind had his own staff at his side, though he carried it inconsequentially, his grip relaxed. “I’m sure you have a lot of pent up anger, Apprentice. Why don’t you attempt to channel it now, and we’ll see how far you get before lack of nourishment has you on the ground panting.”

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grxyson:

A handful. Worth every second, though. It took weeks to plan out. Slade isn’t another Riddler or Penguin (they’d shudder to hear the comparison); he’s a military man, an assassin, a hunter of high caliber, and he knows how to dig his way out of his own grave. After he started poking around in Gotham again, something needed to be done, but Nightwing wasn’t stupid enough to try and face him alone. Best case scenario he’d be badly beaten. Worse case scenario, he’d end up dead. 

No, he needed muscle for this —- muscle to his brains, but your typical superheroes wouldn’t do the job. Had to be someone unexpected, or else Slade would adapt, and he’d be gone, underground with no hope of tracking him. So he pick-and-chose from the JLA, but called in favors mostly from the Justice Society and the Titans, and low and behold, they actually did it. Not easily, of course, but Slade ended up right where Nightwing wanted him, in a room inside a facility that he chose. And he’d have a hand on the mercenary’s stay there, something he could monitor between cases, keep tabs on. Happy ever after.

Until it wasn’t.

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It was immensely satisfying to watch a pawn fall into a trap. In this case, it was far more than a pawn. Watching Nightwing take his bait curled a malicious smirk on the man’s face. All under the nose of the Bat’s brigade. How easy could this get. 

Deathstroke leaped from his perch, and from there, kept Nightwing a fair distance in front of him. Doubtless the kid was using starlight lenses to see down here, where a simple glance back from the hero could give away his positioning. Slade waited until the steam tunnels turned into more of a maze, twisting and turning, giving him plenty of opportunities to spring. He bide his time; he wanted Nightwing to feel that this was all wrong, and once the hero did, Deathstroke spoke,

“The children are all fine. Easy to pay off. They’re probably enjoying hearty meals right now. It sucks when the people you came to save are the ones that sold you out, right, kid?”

Deathstroke followed it with a flash bang that bathed the old, moldy tunnel in pure white. Bright lights mixed badly with starlight technology, and he was banking on it blinding Nightwing to give him an early edge. The kid was stranded in a close quarters fight where he wouldn’t be able to call for back up, made all the more alarming when Deathstroke deftly moved in, testing the hero’s defenses with strikes and blows.

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gunsandpatches:

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You would think that having growing up with them, socialite galas would be easy for Adeline, but they were still just as uncomfortable as ever. The dress made her feel vulnerable and heels were not for running. However, spotting a certain former solider was making things a little more interesting. Sneaking up silently, Addie smirked.

“If whatever you’re planning results in getting blood on my dress, or any form of running, I might just consider shooting your other eye out.”

Slade was in a pressed suit, standing along the edge of the room languidly with a flute of champagne. He was always prone to stick to the edges of a room rather than the center-- it gave him the opportunity to keep an eye on everything, watch how things are progressing. Look for abnormalities. 

Adeline was an abnormality. He had spotted her fifteen minutes ago and couldn’t help the way his gaze tracked her movements more than his own assignment. She looked stunning, a cruel irony that always emphasized just how out of reach she was to him.

In the interests of his disguise, Slade didn’t react to her presence. He even had a glass eye inserted for the occasion. Through the throng of guests, Slade eventually lost track of Adeline, though it shouldn’t shock him to hear her voice in his ear now. Of course she had recognized him. 

“You only managed it the first time because I wasn’t expecting it,” Slade purred back. Had it been anyone else, the man would have held a grudge. After what happened to Joey, though, Slade could never shake the idea that he deserved it. “And blinding a man is a new form of cruel, even for you.”

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circus-bird:

   “Well when it comes to people like you, isn’t there always some ulterior motive with you guys? I mean, it’s not like you missed me and just wanted to stop by and say hello. And besides, I’ve ready filled my ‘save a old woman’ quota for the night. Pretty sure all the old folks are tucked in bed by now anyway.”

“You caught me, Grayson. I missed you and wanted to catch up for old time’s sake. How’s the martyr complex coming along?”

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mdnightr:

     “What, you don’t like being sprinkled with bits of the left ventricle?” Midnighter wiped a streak of blood from his jaw, tsking under his breath. “Personally, I don’t give a shit what you are and aren’t fond of. I’d interrupt you again, given the chance. Anyone ever tell you that you look like a villain from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”

“That’s cute, coming from BDSM Batman 2.0.”

“And no, I like to avoid getting messy on a job. Call it professionalism.” 

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blackxbluc:

“Oh, I’m past our feuds and such, it’s just–       I can’t let you fill the current space in your quota, sorry. ”

“You’re only making this harder on yourself, kid. Or maybe you get a kick out of being a masochist. Can’t say I’m surprised with pointy ears back in Gotham.”

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cacklingchangeling:

“-Ah damnit. I didn’t have the voice memos recording on my phone. Oh well.”

“Guess you’ll just have to repeat that when you’re facing a jury of your peers. Better hope some of them share your stance on hygine, huh?” 

“If your team of overpowered kids is ever able to get me in front of a jury. You always were ambitious past your abilities.”

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arsenalofarrowpuns:

“People tend to have good reasons to cause you trouble when you’re a morally ambiguous ass-hat. What do you need me for if your bone is with him?“ 

He had a sneaking suspicion though and he didn’t like it one bit.

“Do you need the detective of your team to spell it out for you, or can I shoot you in the foot now? Maybe I’ll be nice and give you a choice of limb.”

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b01nightwing:

“Y’know, Deathstroke, This is really getting old. I don’t know if I ever made it clear before, but-” Nightwing launched himself off, coming at the merc with a flying kick. “Get the hell off my lawn.”

“So you own the Zee Moores now, huh? Always so territorial.” Slade ducked under but let his gun go with the kick. “You wanna know what’s old? Your uptight conscience not letting me take care of these wastes of space.”

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[ ofboywonder ]

It was twenty-four hours since Slade had Robin steal from Wayne Enterprises. He’d been infuriatingly silent on the subject, leaving Robin to question whether it was coincidence or a warning. 

Slade didn’t allow Robin to wander the Haunt with his utility belt, but he did give the kid free run of the place, should Robin choose to use that offering. Robin had a room in the same spirit as the rest of the Haunt-- grey, metallic, unwelcoming. That and the kitchen were the main rooms open to the teen while most others were locked. Slade fully expected Robin to make use of the kitchen himself, with or without his verbal approval. He wasn’t about to use his own time feeding the kid.

The mastermind moved silently in his own halls, the dim lighting further concealing his presence. He appeared at Robin’s doorway. 

“Get up. Follow me.”

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Click clack click. Click clack click.

The large gears of the underground facility churned, the metal groaning occasionally with eerie wails. The entire hideaway always seemed to be dim, with exception to the florescent lighting of the kitchen, where Slade was never seen. The man gave Robin the entire place to wander, never giving him instructions on where he was or wasn’t allowed to go. He left it to the kid to figure out for the first couple days while he largely stayed in in his throne room, one hand lazily navigating his laptop. 

Any rooms that Slade didn’t want Robin to go into were naturally locked. It was a maze that he expected Robin to figure out with due time. Otherwise, Slade seemed to completely ignore his new apprentice. He didn’t tell Robin whether he was allowed to eat the food stocked in the fridge, nor did he give Robin any indicator of how to live down here, save for pointing out the kid’s bedroom the first day. If Robin got hungry, he’d brave the kitchen. Slade didn’t seem to care about that. He didn’t even seem to care that the kitchen was stocked with knives should Robin get any ideas in his head. 

The kid’s utility belt was discarded over a metal table after the last mission to Wayne Enterprises where Slade told him to leave it. Otherwise, the man left Robin to sulk and get used to his predicament while he focused on more important things, like keeping the Bat out of his hair.

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getcveriiit:

‘  If you’re tired of the lectures && BEATINGS then perhaps you should stop doing it, Slade. Don’t you ever learn ? ‘ 

“I’ve learned it pisses you off a whole lot, and that’s always been enough for me, Bats.”

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circus-bird:

   “I doubt that fresh and and sight seeing are all you’re here for if you have to take you guns out for a walk. What are you here for Slade?”

“It always has to be ulterior motives with you, doesn’t it, kid? Why don’t you skip along and save an old woman from losing her purse.”