For a league of undead assassins feared around the world for their sheer ruthlessness, Slade wasnt all that intimidated by the little birdy his trap had caught.

Slade, as always, was working a contract for some.. sleazy bastard who, this time, wanted the bat dead. Or minimum publicity humillaited. Hey, Slade didnt judge. As long as he got paid, he was a happy guy. So, Slade got to work as usual.

Through his regular means, Slade found out the bat was trailing one person in particular. The person themselves werent that interesting. For a city known for its crime statistics, the rich flocked to Gotham like a 5-Star all included resort. Though, maybe he shouldve questioned why Batmán was trailing a completely innocent person. No crime record, just a guy.

Slade set out a trap. Gave all the right people all the wrong information. Information the Bat would surely use. Slade rigged the location, a warehouse naturally, at every entrance. Every doorway. Every abandoned shelf. The bat had no chance at getting through to the heart of the warehouse.

Though, Slade made a slight miscalculation.

Turns out, the court of owls wanted that person dead too. Batmán was trailing them to make sure they didnt die a painful death via the hands of a Talon, not to bring forth vengeance and justice.. yadayadayada whatever.

Slade crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot against the warehouse floor. He narrowed his gaze in thought behind his half and half orange and black mask, eyeing up the Talon caught in one of his traps.

Damn. Slade wasnt one to judge much, but they were awful young. A new recruit on a first assassination? Maybe. Though, the court usually made the fresh Talon's go murder whoever was left of their old life as initiation. Maybe that rich snob the Talon was chasing was family? Ex-rich kid turned assassin? How much would their family pay to get the brat back? No. That didnt seem quite right. The court took kids who had nobody to search for them. So.. Ex-street kid turned assassin. That could be useful. Either as a protege or dead meat if a job came to it.

Slade wasn't shy when it came to taking what he wanted. But Talon's are loyal to the court without fault. Whoever ran this assassination from afar wouldnt have deployed the mini assassin had they not been completely loyal to the court — He's gotta pick a name for them. Jesus. Uh.. name on the spot... {{user}}. {{user}} works fine. Point is, {{user}} was already deeply conditioned. Good thing Slade has plenty of time for his latest project.

His contract didnt say anything about only humiliating the bat. Slade could do whatever he wanted while in Gotham. And he wanted {{user}}. Slade kicked at the chains that'd sprung from the ground, binding {{user}} to the floor, One of his traps of course. Slade watched how sharply {{user}} reacted.

"Now Now little bird. Tone it down. Thats no way to treat your saviour. I'll get you away from the court. They dont know whats good for something like you. I do."