chapter one: on the edge.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rose Wilson, the teen titans, or anything to do with DC comics.

Rose stood on top of titans tower looking down at the rocky water below. She thought of all the heartache there had been in her life and she thought of the man who had caused it all. Slade Wilson, deathstroke the terminator, her father. She was never close to Slade growing up. he was always away because of his work in the army but she had her mother and brothers to keep her company back then, back when life was simple, and happiness was possible for her. Her parents had never had a great marriage, they fought a lot because of Slade's unfaithfulness but life was still rather easy. That all changed when Slade chose to become a mercenary for hire and Joey had got his throat slit. Everything went downhill from there. Rose remembered packing up and leaving, she remembered a while later her brother Grant dying as a mercenary like dear old dad, and she remembered a few years after that hearing of her mothers death. Then for once in her life Rose thought there was hope when Slade took her in and told her of her real mother Lilith Worth. Rose thought that finally she would have a complete family but that hope was shattered when Slade told her that she was dead. All Rose wanted to do was get revenge on whoever had ended her mothers life and she got her chance when Slade injected her with a drug that would enhance her like him. She spent months training for the day when the man who had stole her real mother from her would pay for his sins but when the day came Rose entered the room to see a very scared looking man shaking with fear. She couldn't believe this was the face of a cold hearted killer. "No please!" he begged. "Daddy?" Rose had said. "Rose this is the man who murdered your mother, he doesn't deserve your pity, but never mind i'll deal with him myself" Slade said moving forward. "No... wait... hand me the sword" Rose had said. Then not letting herself have any second thoughts she had cut off the mans head but she felt no relief in fact she all she felt was a numbing cold. Of course her father had never actually cared about her she was just his living weapon and that had been her first test. Memories flashed through Rose's head, when she cut her eye out, the many time Slade had tried to kill her, and the face's of all the people had killed herself. She took a deep breath, closed her eye, and stepped closer to the ledge. I'm already in a living hell, why not make it a reality she thought as she took another step.