After the latest mission, Slade cancelled any other thing that could clog his free time and immediately went home. A text from his spouse notified him of the other’s period and he knew the drill—the cramps, the blood, the utter misery Slade felt radiating from his lover each month.

So he got home within thirty minutes and removed his costume as Deathstroke, wiping blood from himself and walking throughout his home before he landed at his bathroom. He already had food, he got it on the way home, so he shuffled through the drawer until he got midol. Slade turned and walked out, kicking the bathroom door closed and then walking towards his bedroom. None of his children were home.

Softly opening the bedroom door, Slade came in and sat the bag of food on the nightstand, before sitting down on the edge of the bed and attempting a smile at his spouse. "I have midol," he said softly, handing the other a cup of water and two pills.

"I am sorry I could not arrive earlier," he murmured regretfully, running a hand through his partners hair. "Is there anything you would like, or need?"