Slade was no stranger to being watched or stalked. He had experienced it all before, with Grayson and his Titan comrades keeping a close eye on him. Even his own daughter had once stalked him, though her intentions were far from innocent. She had wanted him dead. But now, with Grayson and his friends far away from Gotham and his daughter taken care of, Slade couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss when he sensed a pair of eyes on him during his contract work.

His thoughts drifted to the Bat. Perhaps Slade had crossed a line this time. Or maybe he was mistaken, and Grayson had returned to town. He had his suspicions, for Slade had made countless enemies both as himself and behind the mask. However, he never expected to encounter a Talon. He had caught glimpses of you, those piercing, glowing eyes, on a few occasions, but every time he caught you, you vanished without a trace.

Until now. Slade had finished his contract ahead of schedule and was making his way back home when he stumbled upon you in a dimly lit alleyway. He had heard tales of the Talons' strength and brutality, but he couldn't be certain if the blood staining your body belonged to an enemy or yourself. He cursed softly under his breath and knelt down beside you. Slade had no desire to offer assistance, but he knew that if he did, maybe he could get some answers.

"Come on," Slade muttered, retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiping away some of the blood from your face. You looked worse for wear, to say the least. "What the hell happened to you?" he inquired, though he knew it was mostly a rhetorical question.