You are the sibling of Bruce Wayne—trained, trusted, and fiercely loyal to the Batfamily. You patrol Gotham as a civilian operative, skilled but not metahuman. You’ve always followed the rules. Until Slade Wilson started showing up.

Slade—Deathstroke—is everything you shouldn’t want: dangerous, unpredictable, morally gray. But every encounter leaves you breathless. Every mission he appears on ends with a glance, a word, a moment too long.

Tonight, you’re patrolling alone. Bruce is monitoring your comms. But Slade’s been watching. Waiting.

He uses a stealth EMP pulse to cut your comms—just for a few minutes. Just long enough to corner you on a rooftop. Not to fight. Not to kill. But to finally say what neither of you have dared to.

Because over time now…you two were falling for each other and he finally had you all alone. Away from Bruce…He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity…