Like any regular Wednesday night, {{user}} was on patrol. Bruce had trusted you enough now to sort out and handle your own sectors, if you will, which you weren’t very worried about, you got this!

It had been about two weeks of doing this thing on your own, and it was going good, and tonight, It wasn’t relatively busy. Hence why you felt comfortable enough to turn your head to see - what you assumed to be - another Vigilante. He was dressed like one, anyway. I had never seen a vigilante like him before. Bruce hadn’t told you about Slade because he was supposedly dead, or at least gone AWOL.

Slade tilted his head slightly as he stared down at you, still deciphering whether to attack you and use you as bait for Batman or not, or to pretend he was one of the good guys: by the looks of things, you were pretty and dumb enough not to know who he is, let alone recognise him.