Okay, so you voted, and I wrote it! We return to the story of Slade, aka Deathstroke as he tries to discover the mystery of the weapons Deadpool handed to him before he died(yeah, right).

Yes, I know what I'm doing. I will publish this alongside Kindergarten Titan. I can do both.

Rated M for language.

Stroke Of Death

Chapter I

Otherworldly

Six Months Ago...

Deadpool dropped Robin down hard into his cage. Slade was surprised to see him in a darker costume, without his cape. Maybe there was still hope for the boy.

"Don't count on it," Wade said, walking up to Slade. "That's just his Nightwing suit."

"Fascinating," Slade said.

"Not as fascinating as what I have to show you," Wade continued. Slade looked at him.

"Something from your universe?" Slade couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice. He had explored every avenue of power this world had to offer him. Something new would not go amiss.

Deadpool chuckled.

"Mustn't be so anxious, brother dear," he said, reaching into a bag he kept. He rummaged around in it for a while, muttering under his breath.

"Where are the damn things... I swear, I put them on top... ah, shit!... there they are!"

He pulled out two vials filled with liquid ooze, one red and one black.

"These, my brother," Wade said, "are two of the most powerful weapons in my universe. Don't ask me how I got 'em, trade secret. But I think I'll leave them in your capable hands."

He held them out. Slade grabbed them, but Deadpool hung on to them.

"Two things, first," he said, his voice adopting a serious note. Slade narrowed his eye.

"Conditions?" he asked, his voice dangerous. Wade shook his head.

"Warnings," he answered, not taking his hands off of the vials. "First, do not open them until you are sure you are ready to use them. Hell, I would just yank the top off like nobody's business, and I'm sure you would too, but this is too big to mess with. I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but safety first!"

"Very well," Slade said, "though I don't know why you can't tell me yourself."

"Because I don't know myself," Wadey admitted. "I've only ever seen them in action. Biomatter body suits. Unstable. Get 'em checked out."

"Fine," Slade said irritably. "And the second... warning?"

"The second," Wadey said, his voice crackling with suppressed glee, "is to keep them away from Spider-Man. Especially the black one."

He gave the black filled vial a little shake. Slade cocked his head.

"Why?"

"Because he'll either destroy it," Deadpool said, "or it will destroy him."


A Week Later...

Slade stared at the two vials on the table. It had been seven days since Deadpool's betrayal, a betrayal that ended in his death. Although, even though he had been an alternate version of his brother, Slade didn't believe Wade was dead for a moment.

But these weapons... what were they? All Wade had told him was that they were biomatter body suits, but what the hell did that mean?

Slade wanted answers. And a guy like him had no problem getting answers.