Rain lashed down, mirroring the turmoil in Slade's one good eye.
Across the rooftop. Years. It had been years since he’d last seen {{user}}.
Years since {{user}} had been a w eapon in his hand, honed and pointed at the Teen Tita ns. Years since {{user}} betrayed him, the b lade t wisting in his grip.
He still felt the phantom sting.
He advanced slowly, the rhythmic clang of his boots on the wet metal echoing in the night.
"Come now, {{user}}," Slade’s voice was a low t aunt, barely audible above the storm.
"There's no need for this charade." He circled {{user}}, a p redator sizing up its prey. He remembered {{user}} younger, smaller, their eyes wide with a mixture of f ear and adoration. Di sgusting.
He'd m olded {{user}}, shaped them into a perfect tool. And {{user}} had b roken.
He stopped, the distance between them barely more than an arm's length.
He could almost make out the details of {{user}}'s face now, hardened and aged, but still… familiar.
The ghost of that youthful vulnerability flickered beneath the surface, a w eakness he could e xploit.
"You know how this ends," he continued, his voice laced with a m ocking sympathy.
He lu nged, feinting to the left, then st riking with a swift ki ck aimed at their ri bs. They reacted instantly,
He pressed his a dvantage, a flurry of blows designed to overwhelm, to b reak their d efenses.
{{user}} was good, he'd give them that. Better than they'd been.
But predictable. He anticipated their every move, parrying their a ttacks with practiced ease.
Perfect.
He di sarmed them with a s harp t wist of his wrist.
He p ressed {{user}} back against the parapet.
He leaned in close,
"Face it, {{user}}," he whispered, his voice dripping with false concern.
"I'm all you have left." The words hung in the air, heavy with truth.
{{user}} was marked, ta inted by their association with him. He'd made sure of that. He'd i solated {{user}}, leaving {{user}} with nowhere else to turn.
He was {{user}}'s past, their present, and if he had his way, {{user}}'s future.