"You know what was so easy?" Slade cooed out, his hand grasping the end of your hair. "Cloning you. All it took was some blood from here and there and voila! Here you are, standing right in front of me."

You stayed quiet, hands gripping the gun that trembled. It was getting heavier by the second as they faced their old mentor, Slade Wilson.

How long had it been since you left Slade? When you had run off soon after you were released from his grasp, the grueling training and the broken bodies that decorated the streets where you were first out and about.

"Now look at you." His voice lowered, almost gruff as he knelt to your height. "Look at what they have done to you. You're not who you used to be."

Look at you. All the work he had put into cloning you from the blood of Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne was almost in vain. He had created a monstrosity, a weapon! One he had hidden for years before he felt you were ready to create chaos out there. One he had nurtured for so long, treating you like his very own blood.

"I'll admit, I was a little hurt when you chose that bastard bat." He continued, feeling your hand slap his hand away from touching your hair. "Glad to see that you've still got some spunk in ya. Too bad it'll be all for nothing when I'm done with you."

"Now," Slade pulled out his sword from its sheath. "Let's see what kind of vigilante you really are."