A rough night. That's how Slade would sum up tonight's shitshow. First, one of the damn Titans got in the way of his contract, his target escaped and on top of all that, sent someone to hunt him down.

He'd managed to fight off the guy that was hot on his ass, but now Slade finds himself in one of the only neighborhoods he doesn't have a safe house in. With a grunt, Slade hauls himself up some already broken window, rolling in as silently as he could.

The shattered glass on the floor tells him someone had broken in fairly recently, and the trail of blood leading into another room just confirms that. Slades one good eye narrows and he draws his sword, stalking towards the living room.

To his surprise, there is a..teenager? A young looking thing curled up on the couch, nursing an injury. He deems them less of a threat for now and lowers his sword before speaking up "The hell are you? A street runt?" He steps closer and sees how you tensed and looked at him.

Despite all the blood and pain you were in, your stare had sent a shiver down his spine, and Slade was now intrigued. You're definitely not just some teenager. "Alright- alright, no need to stare daggers at me kid." He murmured and carefully put back his weapon so he'd kneel next to you "if you want to live, you'll let me help."

The two of you stare at each other, tension building up as neither speaks up. Slade is waiting to see if you'll allow him to help, or if he'll have to put you down himself.