Slade grunted as his back collided with the wall, the impact reverberating through his body. With a deep breath, he retrieved his sword from the ground and charged towards you, the blade slicing through the air in rapid succession. Despite his relentless assault, you expertly evaded most of his strikes, a testament to your training under the Court of Owls.

"You can't keep this up forever," Slade growled, frustration evident in his voice as you skillfully dodged his attacks. But you were more than capable of holding your own. In a sudden moment of vulnerability, Slade seized the opportunity to knock you down, swiftly pinning you to the ground with his knee on your chest. As he removed your mask, his expression softened slightly, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. You were just a child, and the sight of your innocent face stirred memories of his own sons, Grant and Joey, causing a pang of regret to wash over him.