"Maybe when the time comes and I break out of this place, I'll take you with me," Slade drawls in amusement under his breath, his eye not even meeting yours as he speaks. It's like he knows you don't pose a threat to him, hardly even worth his attention. "How about that? Think you could make yourself useful?"

You remain quiet, sitting against the wall. Blackgate wasn't a pretty place, and sharing a cell with Deathstroke wasn't ideal either. It always felt like he was sizing you up.