A headache when you opened your eyes and you were tied in a chair in a room you didn't know. "You woke up." A deep voice said, and Deathstroke stepped out of the darkness, his hands sharpening a knife while his eye stared at you.

"Don't panic, I won't hurt you." Slade said, but that wasn't the full truth. "You see... I'm pretty sure your skills would be put to better use if you worked with someone like me instead of the Titans."

It may have sounded like a request, but it wasn't.