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Another TT story! Yay!

I love Teen Titans, but most of my stories are Maximum Ride... so I decided to do this little collection of one-shots.

It's called 'Honorary & Evil' because, obviously, it features one-shots about the honorary Titans and the villains of the show. Perhaps I'll throw in the main team every now and then, but mostly it will be focused on a particular non-central character of the show/comics.

I'm going to need to do lots of research on this...

-Sighs-

Okay, so first up is Jericho! I love Jericho, he's such a cutie. I hope you like it! This oneshot is also going mostly by the show, so I hope that doesn't annoy anyone. And if Slade seems OOC, I intended him to be that way. This is one situation where Slade is not in control, and I don't think he'd deal with that well.

Same goes for Jericho; yes, he's sweet, and kind and everything, but he hates his father. I think his personality might change a little when facing his father. I dunno.

Italics means sign-language.

R & R.

It was all his fault, really.

It was his fault that Robin nearly went crazy a while back. It was his fault the city had almost been destroyed countless times. It was his fault Beastboy got his heart broken by that blonde girl, Terra. It was his fault that Raven had destroyed the world.

It was his fault his own son was a mute.

Jericho glared at the man dressed in black, a pair of sunglasses hiding the hideously mangled eye the blonde guitarist knew to be there. No words had yet been spoken, but that was all his fault, too. Jericho couldn't speak, after all.

He didn't know why he'd agreed to come here- maybe it was to show his father what he'd become- a Titan, not just the son of Deathstroke the Terminator. To show him that he was a hero, not a villain.
To show that he was not like his father.

"Joseph..." Slade's words were uncertain, lacking the familiar coldness and cruelty Jericho had grown used to hearing. Jericho crossed his arms, his green eyes unforgiving. "You've grown." It was a pathetic attempt, but Jericho acknowledged it nonetheless.

Are you surprised?

Slade hesitated, then shook his head. "No, I suppose I'm not. How... how are you?" Jericho frowned.

Why do you care?

Why did he care? It wasn't as if he spared a thought for him before. He was a villain, and Jericho was a Titan. Slade actually looked sad for a moment. If the Titans ever wanted Slade on a silver platter, now was the time for attack. Jericho half-considered pressing the distress button on his communicator, but his hand stayed where it was- clenched by his side.

"Because you're my son." Jericho's hands were suddenly in a flurry of movement- shouting, screaming, roaring words that he could not verbalise.

Son? SON? How dare you? You're not my father- you're a murderer, a villain, a psychopath, a-

"I know." Slade's voice was quiet. Jericho frowned. If he knew, then why didn't he do anything about it? Why didn't he try to be a father? "I'm sorry." The mute raised his trembling hands, forming words that would he would probably stutter out, had he been able to speak.

It's too late. The damage is done. But I don't understand why.

"You'll have to be more specific, Joseph." Slade sighed. "I have done a lot to cause damage- not just between the two of us."

Why did you start a family, if you were just going to tear it apart?

Slade frowned. He wasn't expecting that question, obviously. Maybe something more along the lines of; 'why are you a bad guy?', or 'how come you willingly helped destroy the world?'

"Because... because I loved your mother. If I kept my work secret from her, I believed that I could be with her. I never factored children into the equation... it all became dangerous then." Slade paused, meeting Jericho's angry green eyes for the first time, "But still, I loved her. She wanted a family. I never intended for it to end the way it did."

Jericho sighed.

Of course you didn't. Of course that explanation fixes everything. It will give me my voice back, it will bring my brother back to life, it will make everything okay again, right? Yeah, right.

"I'm sorry about your voice, and about your brother's death." Suddenly, Slade's voice was cool again, eerily calm. Jericho rolled his eyes. Why was he even still here?

Okay. Thanks. Nice seeing you again, father.

Jericho turned to leave, but a hand pulled him back.

"I can't say anything that will make everything right... but... if it's any consolation... you're nothing like me." Jericho's eyes widened. He still didn't turn around, because Slade kept talking. "Having said that... I'm pleased. Even though your choice to fight on the side of good is not one I would have made, I am proud of... other things. Your control of your powers, for example. When I gave you them, I wasn't sure if you would be able to use them without my help. You are quite independent, despite your disability. Even though you are a Titan, and not at all like me."

Jericho couldn't say anything, and not just because his vocal chords didn't work. If he had expected his father to say anything, it certainly wasn't this. Where was the cold, harsh, unforgiving, manipulative Slade he was used to? Where was the un-loving father with unreachable standards? Finally, he turned to face the man he hated, yet would never understand.

You're right. I'm nothing like you. I'm a Titan, and I'm a good person.

As he walked away, he wondered whether Slade understood that what he had said was the only thing Jericho would ever thank him for. Even though he had told himself countless times that he was not his father, hearing it from the man himself suddenly made it so much clearer.

He couldn't forgive his father for everything he had done to them, but maybe he could accept that his father was Slade Wilson. Deathstroke the Terminator. A villain.

He could accept it, because he wasn't any of those things. That was just the way he wanted it.

A/N;

Short, but the next one will be longer. Did you like it? I was sorta making it up as I went along... so yeah. Haha. Review, and tell me who you want to see written about next!

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