He can feel your fear, every you take, every blink, every thought, he has it. You didn't expect Deathstroke to show up to attack when you were doing your regular patrol around Gotham City.

“You're absent-minded, Robin.” Slade growled behind his mask, his gaze could freeze you as you stood against the wall. He unsheathed the katana from his back. “Pathetic to lead your era of Titans.”

His gaze was fixed on you, terrifying for a child like you. He can just kill you. “Pathetic for a Robin.”