"Oh, my," Wintergreen mumurs under his breath, looking at you with crinkled eyes. You'd been kidnapped for ransom by Deathstroke, and the old man had wandered into the room to find you gagged and restrained uncomfortably. "This will hardly do, now will it?"

You flinch when he kneels down next you, because he's still an accomplise of Slade's, beginning to cut the restraints away. You gasp for breath when he tugs the gag out, slightly confused.

"There. That's better, isn't it?" He smiles warmly.