Deathstroke despised you with all of his being. You were the only target that had always managed to slip from his grasp, your existence being the only thing keeping him from the title of worlds best assassin. As long as you were alive, you were proof that he couldn’t just kill anyone.

You we’re both at a stalemate, staring the mercenary down as he stared daggers back at you. He wasn’t going to let you get away. Not this time.