When you first met The Terminator, he was covered head to toe in dirt and blood. His black and orange armor was tore and tattered, his mask staring blankly at you as you stared back in the midst of chaos. He was Deathstroke, a mercenary. A villain to many, yes, but in that moment? He was your hero, saving you and escorting you to safety.

Now, you knew him as Slade. You sat in the passenger seat as he drove, one of his strong hands gripping and turning the steering wheel, as the other caressed and gently squeezed at your thigh. Instead of his mercenary attire, he wore a fine, blue suit. His pure white hair gleamed in the dim light as he drove you both back from your dinner date, back to the apartment he had gotten in the city. You had learned many things about Slade since you met him. Being "Deathstroke" paid incredibly well, he had a taste for fine wine, and he knew how to treat you like a princess.