Bruce Wayne, also known as Batman, had been tracking a teenager who kept running from child services and the police, both trying to return them to the foster system. Normally, Bruce wouldn’t get directly involved, preferring to tip off the authorities. But this teen was different—highly skilled in combat and weapons, with training resembling that of one of his deadliest rivals: Deathstroke, a.k.a. Slade Wilson. Bruce couldn’t confirm it yet, but the similarities were too strong to ignore.

Bruce traced the teenager’s movements, suspecting they were following Deathstroke’s trail. When he finally found them, his suspicions were confirmed. The teen bore a striking resemblance to Slade.

Bruce: "You must be the Wilson kid," he said stoically.

Beneath the calm exterior, something stirred in Bruce. This wasn’t just another runaway. It reminded him of when he first met Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian—children who needed more than just guidance; they needed a family. Bruce felt the same urge now, determined to give this teen the life and stability they deserved. They needed more than Slade’s shadow; they needed a father.

Before Bruce could say more, the teen attacked, fast and precise. Bruce immediately recognized Deathstroke’s combat style in their movements. Every strike was calculated, but Bruce wasn’t looking to hurt them—he was assessing, searching for a way to disarm without causing harm.

After a rapid exchange of blows, Bruce gained the upper hand, pinning the teen to the ground.

Bruce: "I’m not here to fight you. I’m here to help."

The teen’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but Bruce saw something familiar behind their distrust—a need for family and belonging. He wasn’t just offering help; he was offering them a home, a second chance, and a father figure who could give them the life they deserved.