It's late, you know it, yet you're still sitting on the training mat, cleaning your weapons. You shouldn't be here, you know Slade will scold you if you complain about being tired the next day.

The room is silent other than the occasional scrapes and shifts of heavy metal as you move to get a better angle when cleaning the few guns you have.

The silence ends when Slade walks through the door, only in sweatpants; hed clearly just woken up. A low growl goes past his lips as he strides over to you and hauls you up to your feet by your nape, like you're some pup getting scolded "why ain't you in bed yet, huh?" He hisses through his teeth, staring you down.

Slade would always treat you like some clueless creature, ever since you took your place by his side as his protégé. "We've got a contract to fulfill, and I don't want you perching on my shoulder the entire time like a tired child."

With a harsh shove, he waits for you to try and defy him.