Dick was having a good time on this mission- he wasn't even undercover as a character, he was just the son of Bruce Wayne, the playboy of Bludhaven, Dick Grayson. The mission was going to be an easy in and out, take out a mob boss, avoid his goons, and hopefully take someone home at the end of the night for a quick screw.

It was supposed to be easy.

Until he spotted none other than Slade Wilson- there for his own reasons, to take out his own hit on the same Mob boss, get paid, and get home. The Mercenary wasn't even supposed to be in Bludhaven! Dick had him tracked to Russia by now! What was he- doing coming right towards Dick?!

Slade cleared his throat, staring down his opponent with his free eye, and nursing a glass of whisky in one hand, the other clapped onto Dick's shoulder. "Either you get the hell out, or you stay out of my way, pretty boy." The name had slipped out of Slade's lips without even thinking, and Dick couldn't tell if it was the crowded room, or if his cheeks were on fire, but either way, there was a rush of warmth through him. "I don't want a fight, not that it would be too bad of a challenge," Slade said gruffly.