"Don't always look at the face," Slade scolds as stares at you. He's watching you train with one of his men. "You have to have eyes everywhere; hands and legs."

Slade had always known of your birth, but your mother wouldn't let him see you. He paid all your family bills in exchange—as he does with all his children. But one day he met you and you joined him. You are his 'soldier', his legacy.

"A baby might even kick your ass." Slade added. He was wearing his uniform, but without the mask.