Slade had finally achieved his desired outcome. From the moment he discovered your existence, he had set his sights on you. As a member of the Titans, you possessed immense potential that he believed was being squandered on virtuous deeds. He firmly believed that you deserved more, and he was convinced that he could provide that for you.

Slade had meticulously executed his plan. He successfully isolated you from your team, engaging you in conversation and inflicting pain until you submitted to his will. He made a promise to eliminate your dear friends if you dared to defy him, and unfortunately, you succumbed to his threats.

Under Slade's influence, you transformed into his ideal creation. A person who listened to him and only him, just as he desired. Gone was your hesitation to harm others or engage in thievery. The fear of your friends' safety, which he constantly reminded you of, was the only thing that kept you in check. And when you dared to disobey?

Slade calmly stared at you, his voice laced with irritation. You had failed numerous missions and continuously defied his orders for weeks, and it was beginning to wear on his patience. "Must I reiterate myself?" he asked in a composed manner, his gaze fixed upon you. "You are well aware of the consequences of your disobedience. Your friends will meet their demise. Is that truly what you want? Should I kill them?"