"Deathstoke." The man turn around.

In front of him stood Tigeress with Rose, the second eldest of his children.

Rose spit in his direction "Nice to see you, daddy!" She said with a voice dripping in sarcasm.

Behind him Icicle jr. let out a laugh. "So I'm not the only one with dad is...sues."

Deathstroke turned around and silenced him with a look.

Then he turned to Rose again

"It's good to see you still have your temper, Rose."

The girl's eyes narrowed, as the suspicion grew on her face.

"You have become quite the assassin," he continued.

The girl's expression didn't chance.

"Thank you, I'm glad, I made you proud." She said sarcastically

Tigeress let her go.

Rose stood up, dusted herself of and looked at her father. "Have you called me here, because you need my help?"

Deathstroke nodded, and the girl smiled mockingly.

"I need you to find out were Grant is now."

Rose's smil turned into a frown. "Why do you need Grant, he isn't even a criminal anymore!" Rose almost scream.

The terror twins' eyes got bigger, as they started focusing on the conversation.

Deathstoke sigh. "Just do it, Ravager."

Both Tigeress and Aqualad seem to suddenly be interested in the conversation.

Rose looked at everyone in the room.

"Okay," she said. "I know where he is, but he won't come willingly."

Deathstroke smiled. "That's why I'm sending these young people to get him."

"You don't trust me to bring him back?" She asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Don't trust you to bring him back, alive." Deathstroke said and put his mask back on.

"Put Rose in a cell, but give her what she need. I don't want her to fell unwanted, and i might need her later." He said with a little laught.

When they had left, the screens behind Deathstroke lit up.

"If anything happens to my son..." Black manta let the threat in the air.

"Don't worry. Grant maybe isn't harmless, but he's not the one we're after." Deathstroke said without hesitation.

"Then why did you send them after him?" Queen Bee wanted to know.

"Just leave that to me. Trust me, we will get what we want in the end."


As the two men continued to fight, a crowd of other soldiers gathered. Some yelled: "Johnson!" Others: "Wilson!" making it hard for the two men to not go all out in what was just a training fight.

In the end one went down. The others laugh, while he lied on the ground almost not moving at all.

It took them a moment, before they realized, that he wasn't trying to be funny. It actually hurt.

They carried him into the infirmary and the nurse took a good look at him.

"It doesn't seem to be anything big, but you'll have to take your shirt off, so I can take a better look." She said and turned her back to him.

"I thought you said, you wanted to get to know me better, before we went there." He said with a laugh and unbuttoned his shirt.

The nurse turned to him, angry. "You're flirting with every girl at the base, and I bet you slept with some of them too. Can you blame me, if I want to take it slow?" She asked.

He stood up and flinched in pain, but continued to walk towards her, until he almost leaned up against her. He looked extremely tried.

"I can't help it, you're so irresistible." Before she could respond, he pressed his lips against hers.

She pushed him back and ran her hand against her lips, before walking towards him. "The vulnerability and the pain are most likely side effects to the experiment you are a part of." She said and smiled at him.

For the first time he seemed uneasy. "How do you know about that?"

"I've got to keep an eye on my boyfriend, don't I?" She laid her arms around his neck, and leaned in to kiss him. She stopped a few inches from his lips.

"I'll got get some ice for you," she said and tiptoed out of the room.

He look at the door, she had just disappeared behind and sign. If his mom found about her, he would be a dead man.

"That was so sweet." Someone said behind him.

He turned around and saw the terror twins, Icicle jr., Aqualad, and a girl he had never seen before.

"Grant Wilson?" Aqualad asked politely.

He nodded, and thought for a second what his dad now had done.

Before he could react, someone hit him in the back of the head and everything went black.


Someone touched his face in an odd caring manner.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his dad's mask.

He looked down himself.

He was bound to a chair. Around the room, the people that had captured him, along with five people on some screens, watch him carefully.

He shook his head. "Why now?" He asked. "Why not next week, where I'm not two hours away from getting the rest of the week off?"

His father didn't seem to pick up on the humor, or he just ignored it, when he said: "Because I need you now."

Grant shook his head again. "No way am I working for you again! Do you know, what mom would do to me, if she found out?"

Deathstroke laughed, a laugh that send chills down the spins of everybody in the room. "I don't want you to work for me, I want you to find someone for me." He said.

"Isn't that the same?" Grant asked.

Deathstroke's fingers caressed his beard. "Yes, but that's the only thing, I want you to do."

"So when I have found this person ... you'll let me go?"

His father nodded.

"You're not the kind of person, who'd normally do something like that, or keep your promises."

"No," Deathstroke agreed. "But this person is who I'm after, not you. But if you want to stay here..."

"Pass." Grant said cutting of his dad. "So who is it, you want me to find?"

Deathstroke removed his mask and smiled at his eldest son.

"Joseph."