Slade had tried to offer you the help to get a handle on your powers. It wasn't everyday something like raw, supernatural talent was discovered so late in someone's career.

It had been an accident, so they said, though Slade wasn't around when it happened.

The unstable grasp you had on your own powers was leaving a trail of destruction in your wake, and not even the League, nor your team could surpress them well enough.

It was making you an easy target, and it was also causing Slade some lost contracts. Not that you meant it - it just seemed to be irritating a lot of angry people.

You had turned him down the first time he approached you. Not that he could blame you. With his track record and glaringly obvious contrasting morals, it wasn't something he had been entirely surprised at.

His boots clambered over rubble and rock, the moonlight shimmering along the ridges of his sword.

After having caused another unwarranted accident with your powers, you'd taken down almost three buildings and almost split the bridge in half.

It didn't seem like anybody had been killed, though civilians were being swiftly rushed to the hospital.

Slade found you after a moment of searching. Alone, curled up between the rubble towards the outskirts of the city. If you noticed him, you didn't react, tugging his mask off his face with a sigh.

"You really gotta get a handle of these powers of yours, kid," he grumbled, his eye scanning the length of destruction.

He put away his sword, not intent on using it. Slade wasn't looking for a fight today. He ran a hand over his beard, turning his steely attention back to you.

You were sulking, it seemed.

Or possibly shaken up. "I take it those lessons you turned me down for aren't working as well as thought they would, huh?"