* I bet you guys weren't expecting this. I wanted to make a short adventure for Slade because he was just too interesting of a character to leave alone. He'll be featured in the DARK KNIGHT series but not until after Volume 3 which is the last story set before BATMAN VS SUPERMAN. He is an interesting guy because throughut his history, it isn't really concrete on which side Slade calls his own. Sometimes, he is an anti-hero and sometimes he's a straight-up villain.
In this story, he is trying to get revenge on Lex Luthor for framing as a terrorist after the events of Batman VS Superman. He will learn that Luthor is man not to be messed with and might even end up saving lives rather than taking them in the end. I will not make it strictly clear whether Slade should be an anti-hero or villain because I'm leaving that choice up to you. I hope you enjoy reading... DEATHSTROKE: A Secret Rivalry
"I've got a lock. When do you want us to take him out?"
"Just wait for it, Stands. Be patient." Slade Wilson replied though the mike on his shirt collar.
He adjusted his brand-new tactical cowl and looked though the scope of his rifle. Slade has been on the run for three months after Lex Luthor had branded him a terrorist for an action Luthor himself had committed. After becoming blind in one eye after Batman threw one of his bat-shaped knives into it, Slade had worked with an old associate of his, a man nicknamed the Toyman to make a new battle-suit to fit his new identity. It was a armor-covered tactical suit with a helmet cowl that was split into two colors: yellow on the left side and pure black on the right side. He had a combat belt that slung over his chest and it contained magazines and grenades all in the pouches. He used his good eye to sight in on the LexCorp building and saw his three extra men on the building opposite, hanging down with cables attached to the roof.
"I'll send a warning shot. By then, he'll realize he's in trouble. Then, you send the Bolt. Got it?" Slade said through his mike.
"Affirmative." Stands, Slade's right-hand-man responded.
The Bolt was a new bullet-tech designed by the Russians that Slade had stolen two weeks earlier. It was essiently a highly-electric battery that could be fired into someone's skin like a bullet. The plastic was relatively harmless but inside was a battery that would send an electric shock throughout the target's body when triggered by the gunner. Slade planned to paralyze Luthor and then make him pay for what he did. Being branded a terrorist, Slade was having trouble finding work underground. No one would trust him, even the real terrorists who did actually commit crimes like Luthor. This was his only chance to take him out. And he wouldn't waste it.
He scoffed in disgust as he saw Luthor with hands around the back of his bald, pathetic head as he laid back in his swivel chair, his feet on the desk. He aimed his rifle and was sure that he was asleep. For all of his intelligence, he was a pretty dumb idiot for having his office in front of the city to see. He watched the office below and saw that nobody was coming to pay him a visit. He gave a smirk and clicked his mike, about to give Stands the OK.
"Alright, Stands. You're good." Slade said.
"Alright, final-." Stands began before Slade heard a loud grunt and the slicing of flesh.
Slade looked up into the dark sky and scoped out the side of the building. He struggled to see with his scope and switched to night-vision through his cowl, seeing a large man in a black suit similar to Slade's using the cable to strangle Stands. Slade slammed the rooftop and zoomed in closer, not seeing a face but the faceless helmet of what looked like a soldier. He watched as the man twisted Stands' neck completely around while three more men came down on their cables and zipped up to the top with the rest of the men.
"Dammit! What the hell?" Slade said, looking back at Luthor and seeing him in the same position.
"Whatever. I'm getting this done before I get killed!" Slade said sharply, pointing the rifle at Luthor's head and firing a long-bullet.
It traveled through the brisk Metropolis air and broke through the window, shattering it completely and nearly blowing Luthor's forehead completely off. Before he could congratulate himself, he noticed the stiff reaction of the rest of the body and the lack of any blood from the head wound. He narrowed his eyes and watched in painful anger as a fake right hand fell out of the sleeve, bouncing on the glass-covered carpet. He raised his rifle and turned around quickly, seeing Lex Luthor himself in a military-like tactical suit and seven men behind him, armed with shotguns and machine-guns.
"I'm sorry. Did I look a bit stiff?" Luthor laughed, giving Slade an eyebrow raise.