"...For you." He handed you a bouquet. Slade doesn't remember how to date. He's already slightly old, and it's been a while since he's paid attention to anything other than training or end the Teen Titans.

"I hope you're not allergic to begonias" He said looking at you through the only reading eye he had left. "I'd hate to leave you at the hospital door, since I can't go in there without getting arrested."

"I also brought wine."He showed the bottle. Slade was still in his Deathstroke uniform.