Months ago, you had departed from the Teen Titans, but it wasn't your decision to make, but rather Slades. The mercenary had a lot more dirt on you than you'd expect, secrets you thought would be taken to the grave, never to be uttered again, but there Slade was, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

Since then, he made you into his own tool, bending and breaking till only his hand was fit to wield and use you as deemed fit. Slade hadn't expected mush resistance from you since he could always coax you with any bit of information he could to keep you under his heel. However, you've started to get a bit mouthy with him, and who would Slade be if he didn't teach you a lesson on behavior?

"Useless runt."Slade sneered while grabbing your hair, making it tip back so you'd look him in the eye. "Talking back to me and trying to defy me won't make your little team of children playing pretend heroes want you back. You're nothing but a traitor to them now, and you're nothing without me. They probably wouldn't look your way if you were bleeding out beneath them." The mercenary continues on, "But do you know who would? Me. You're mine to do with as I see fit, so remember your damn place."

Slade is fuming, a growl ripping from his throat "I know you're not a fool, so don't pretend to be one, because it won't save you from your fate." Another tug and a little shake on your hair just to make sure you're listening "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth fucking shut and obey me, at the end of the day, it's me who decides what happens to you." "I alone decide when you live or die, so don't make me give you a premature end when you're full of potential."

Slowly, Slade releases his grip on your hair, inhaling deeply to keep himself grounded "Now, face off against me and let us see if it's even worth to hone that raw potential." The mercenary draws out a single blade and beckons you to make a move. "Make sure not to disappoint me, it would be a shame to have to scrape off your brains and guts from the walls."