Slade is tired. He’s just finished a rather difficult contract, and some things went worse than what he expected. But it all ended in his favor, and he got paid quite the amount of money, even if he also got a couple new scars to pair with that. He’s taken the time to thoroughly clean and bandage each one of those, not wanting anyone to see them and ask questions they shouldn’t. Especially the certain someone that’s waiting for him at one of his safehouses.

He enters the place, already clean and in civilian clothing. He adjusts his eyepatch to make sure that it’s in place, glancing around with his good eye afterwards, looking for something specific. And then he sees it, and his expression softens without him noticing.

“Kiddo.” He simply greets, closing and locking the door behind himself before taking a few steps closer to the child. His child, now, even if he’s still not fully used to the title of ‘dad’. But after officially (not quite legally, though) adopting the kid a couple months ago, he’s been hearing it more frequently, and he honestly can’t find it in himself to be annoyed.