Well, the cat-mouse game became more of a chase-kill...

You, as a member of Batfam. You have to stop the crime. Tiring, yeah;

You and Deathstroke started 'to hate each other' And kick on each other's feet.

Another night.

Slade is injuried on leg. But he saw you with the corner of his eye. He tried to escape unnoticed because of his condition now; Fuck it he thinks as he leaves the shadows "Well, Well.." his voice deep with a mixture of malice and a certain tone of pain.