Chapter 10: Home invasion.

Bruce held Selina close in bed. He began to fall deep into REM sleep. From across the estate of the manor, Jason climbed up a tree and took a sniper position, with a silenced rifle in hand. He had a clear line of sight to Bruce and Selina in their bed.

He had just gotten there so he didn't see any of their rough love making. But now that they were asleep, they were vulnerable as Jason was cocked, locked, and ready to rock.

But Jason was the least of their concerns. Another killer had made his way into the house... Deathrstoke.

For years he had been trying to figure it out. He spent a year in silence, sitting in his hideout doing only two things. Training for his next fight with the Bat, and trying to figure out who he was. It had driven him into near madness. "Who was the man behind the mask? The one man who has beaten me, and beaten me multiple times?" He wondered.

Finally he came to the conclusion that Batman was in fact Bruce Wayne. It only made since. The access to highly advanced tech. The amount of money it cost, let alone the fact that Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same height, weight, race, gender, and have never been found in the exact same place at the exact same time.

Slade kept the information to himself. He wanted the Bats death to be by his hands and his hands alone. And tonight was the night he made his move. Slade waited late into the night, till just before the sun began to peak out. He figured Batman probably comes home very late and only runs on about 2-3 hours of sleep if even that.

He snuck his way into the house. And made his way quietly to the master bedroom. All the others were sleeping in the various guestrooms, he decided he would deal with them after. Slowly but surely he made his way to Bruce and Selina's bedroom. He opened the door and quietly stepped inside.

He saw Selina sleeping in Bruce's arms and shook his head in disgust.

"Treacherous whore." He thought to himself. "You'll die after him." Slade took his sword in his hand and raised it in the air.

Back in the tree Jason had Bruce in his sights. He aimed his rifle. "There you are you son of a bitch." He said to himself. He couldn't see Deathstoke, but saw his shadow from the moonlight, cast against the wall. He aimed his rifle and fired off only a single round.

The bullet penetrated the window and hissed right by Bruce's head and hit his pillow. Bruce shot up, looked around and saw Slade in his bedroom. They locked eyes, and Bruce knew everything. In that split second he knew that Slade had figured out his secret and was there to kill him.

Slade charged Bruce and swung his sword at him. Bruce backed up and dodged the strike. Slade didn't let up. He kept pushing forward and swinging his sword. Bruce kept back peddling dodging every strike. Finally he was able to evade a strike, take control of Slade's arm and remove the sword from his grasp. The sword fell to the ground, but Slade used his other hand to grab his knife.

He then swung at Bruce with the knife. Bruce evaded the strike once again. Slade again charged and pressed Bruce against the wall, trapping him in the corner. Slade put both hands on the handle of the knife and used all his strength to press it closer and closer towards Bruce.

Bruce put his hands on Slade's and did his best to push the knife away. The knife was getting closer and closer to his neck. Slade's face was stone cold as he stared deep into Bruce's eyes. He said nothing, he was only there to kill the man he despised most. The knife was now right at Bruce's neck. But just as it seemed Slade was about deal the killing blow, he stopped.

Slade let out a grunt of pain and his eyes widened. "No." He said softly. He dropped the knife and a stream of blood trailed out of the side of his mouth. With a loud slashing sound. The tip of Slade's sword burst through his chest. It almost hit Bruce, it was so close. Slade let out a loud shriek of pain as his own weapon was turned against him. The sword was then ripped out of him, and he dropped to his knees.

Selina stood there behind him holding the sword, now stained in his blood. Slade turned to look at his killer. He couldn't believe the traitor was going to be the one to end his life.

"He knows. he's to dangerous to live." Selina said.

Bruce looked at the defeated Slade and then back at Selina. "I know." He softly replied.

"No." Slade growled. Selina raised the sword. "NO!" He roared long and louc, until the sword severed his vocal cords. Selina slit his throat cleanly causing him bleed out and die quickly.

Jason watched the whole show play out through the scope. "Damn, that was brutal." He said. He lowered the weapon. "Your girl's a savage, Bruce. She's a keeper." He climbed down from the tree and headed off.

Jason knocked on the door of Sarah's apartment. It was early in the morning. She had just made some coffee when she heard the knock. A smile spread across her face when she looked through the peephole and saw it was Jason. She opened it up and greeted him with a smile. "Hey, there handsome."

"Hey, Sarah." He replied.

She noticed he looked beat up and sleep deprived. "Wow you... really look like shit." She chuckled.

"It was a bit of a rough night. Mind if i come..."

"Please do." She invited him in, sat him down on the couch, got him a cup of coffee and snuggled up against him. "I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon."

"Yeah." He sighed. "Some really crazy things happened last night. And i can't really go back to my apartment right now."

"What kind of crazy shit?"

"Oh you know, I made a deal with some mob bosses, i beat the shit out of my foster brothers, got tackled and punched by our foster father; but i still went back to save him from being assassinated. "

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, don't tell me."

Jason grinned. "I just want to spend some time with you. I had a great time with you last night."

"Yeah, so did i." She smiled back at him. "You know, the kinda beat up face is a turn on."

"Really?"

"I have a thing for fighters. It's just this weird thing that i like about a tough guy. If someone's missing some teeth, i'm missing my pants." She ran her fingers across his chest. "So you feeling ready for a second bout tough guy?"

"Why, you feeling sleepy?" He replied before pulling her into a kiss. She eagerly returned the kiss.