Slade had ventured into the depths of Gotham City, his purpose clear - to fulfill a lucrative contract. Little did he anticipate stumbling upon you, a mere sidekick of the legendary Batman. The unexpectedness of your presence caught him off guard. He had mentally prepared himself for the arrival of Batman or perhaps even Grayson, but never in his wildest dreams did he envision encountering you.

With his voice concealed by the distortion of his mask, Slade's piercing eye fixated on your struggling form as you lay on the unforgiving ground. Determined to assert his dominance, he uttered, "Batman trained you well, pup." His gloved hand firmly grasped your chin, compelling you to meet his gaze. "But he didn't train you well enough," he added, his words laced with a hint of disdain. "You should have known better than to meddle in my affairs. I assumed your bat-daddy would have instilled that lesson within you by now."