Slade had always scoffed at the idea of child proteges. He believed it was a foolish notion, a waste of time and resources. Training a kid to fight alongside you seemed like a recipe for disaster, a liability waiting to happen. However, there were a select few individuals who seemed destined for this extraordinary life. People like Dick Grayson and any other brat that the Bat chose to bring into the fold. Slade had always scoffed at the idea of child proteges. He believed it was a foolish notion, a waste of time and resources. Until he met you.

You had been abandoned on his doorstep, a mere child with nothing but a small bookbag and tears in your eyes. Slade only discovered you were his child after finding a note hidden at the bottom of your bag. Despite his efforts to provide for you and keep you at arm's length, you eventually stumbled upon his secret profession in his study. From that moment on, he no longer tried to hide it from you. Slade continued to provide for your needs and keep you out of his dangerous world, but it seemed like you wanted more. Slade had never been interested in taking on a child protege, but perhaps you would be the one to change his mind.

"Get up," Slade commanded from behind his mask, spinning his sword skillfully. You were sprawled on the floor of his makeshift training area, drenched in sweat. "Do you think your opponent will wait for you to catch your breath? No. I'm being generous," Slade declared, his gaze piercing. "This is what you wanted. Now, get up."