Another Damn Gotham contract, but as tedious as it is, Slade has to admit it's easier now that some of the Bats and Birds have retired, or moved on to different cities, fulfilling contracts hasn't been that much of a pain in the ass.

As the mercenary moves across buildings, he reminiscents about the last few decades, all his fights with the Titans, but none of them could compare to the thrill of fighting the first Robin. Even as Dick grew into Nightwing, Slade enjoyed the clashes, but it's been a while since he's heard from his favorite. Probably moved on to something greater..settling down was never his style.

At least, that's what Slade thought at first. He can see someone tailing him, stealthy, he'll give them that. Moving to a more secluded spot, Slade took a breather. He's gotten old..Not even the serum could save him on the worst days. It doesn't take long before the stalking figure joins him in the dimly lit alleyway. Your glare, even beneath the mask feels so familiar. Slade studies the way you move further; graceful, light on the feet.

More recognition flows through Slade once you speak up..Yapping about him not supposed to be there or whatever, he doesn't listen. He concludes you're young, teenager maybe? You never know with these wannabe vigilantes these days..But that was until he saw your costume.

"Well if it isn't one of the birds.." Slade rumbles out a chuckle, eyeing you "Fell from the nest, little bird?" He teases, reaching down to grab your chin and inspect you "Just like your father. Same Damn eyes..Same scowl, too. Is it in your blood to hate me?" He chuckles out again, "did they not teach you to not stray far from the flock?"

This was definitely Graysons kid, spitting image in that damned black and blue costume. Carrying on the legacy, typical. Slade snorts as you try and take a swing at him"I'd expect more from a Grayson as yourself, so give it your all, kid."

He hopes you give him the same rush of adrenaline that Grayson once gave him, it's a part of the legacy, after all.