Title: Masks and Men

Chapter Title: Bonus Drabble

Rating: T for swearing and mild violence and mature themes

Disclaimer: I don't own this… I think that's why there's Teen Titans Go and no season 6.

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Bonus scenes. YAY! It's just an excuse to add some humor I guess. It's Wintergreen's POV when Slade returns from the end.

I really wanted an excuse to play with Wintergreen's character. Everyone always portrays him as this straight-laced butler, but at the same time, this is a man who's been at the military and seen Deathstroke from day one at both his worst and his best. In the comics, depending on the writer, Wintergreen's sassy, and by sassy, I mean really sassy, all caps. This is the one guy in the world who understands Slade and isn't afraid to take him down a peg. In the comics, he's actually punched Slade once or twice because Slade was doing something stupid. Ah, bromance.

I think I've tried to give him a real-tired-with-your-bull-sh*t-Slade vibe. Sassy!Wintergreen is a fun!Wintergreen…at least to write.

Please enjoy!

"You're back." William Wintergreen doesn't know whether to slap him or embrace him. He decides to hold off on the latter, but slides the former into the maybe category. It never hurts to deflate Slade's overly large head and heartlessly pummel his ego in order to take him back a peg.

And believe him, Slade Wilson's massive ego always asked for it. Always.

"Yes." Slade fixes him with his lone blue eye. "I'm back."

"For how long?" Wintergreen busies himself preparing the rest of lunch.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "It depends how long Jump City will have me."

"You don't plan on attacking—"

"Will." That's interesting, surprising really. It's first time he's called him Will in years. Slade tries to give him a deathglare, but that stopped working on Wintergreen years ago. "I don't plan on doing anything stupid."

"Like trying to find an apprentice?" Wintergreen snidely remarks. He had warned him, after all, about Terra and Robin, but someone had refused to heed his advice. As usual.

Slade rolls his eyes. "I don't need an apprentice."

"Then…"

"I want to reconnect with my children, if they'll let me." Slade takes of his mask. "That's all. I don't know what I'll do after that." He leaves for the basement without another word, and Wintergreen just stares at his retreating back.

Yes, Slade of all people wanted to reconnect with his children after not even contacting Wintergreen for an entire year after the Terra incident. That was believable. Definitely.

He rolls his eyes.

Wintergreen's bullshit sense is tingling.

—

He was right.

Wintergreen had been about to deliver Slade's breakfast when he heard a knocking on the window. Pushing the door open a crack, Wintergreen watched as Slade got out of bed to meet…

Dear lord. That's not… It couldn't be… Raven? That Raven from the Teen Titans? And he did it without a mask? No… Maybe Wintergreen was just getting old and seeing things and—My God and Holy Heaven, what is he doing?

Oh, hell no… His best friend did not just reach down and kiss his long-time enemy's hand. This had to be a bad dream. This couldn't be happening. Thiscouldn' couldn'tbehappening.

As he watches the exchange, his jaw just gets lower and lower…

Dear Lord, it's happening.

He notices the way Slade is smiling at the girl, notices the way that Slade is standing close, too close, the way that he is laughing less like Deathstroke and more like the Slade Wilson that had gone back for him so many years ago.

And he notices the way that Raven doesn't look at all like the dark, brooding girl he had seen before. She's glowing with a self-assured confidence that Slade would certainly find attractive. Her smile is gentle, and it didn't take a genius to realize that she's beautiful.

Raven gives Slade something before Slade presses their foreheads together to whisper something in her ear. She grins and kisses his cheek sweetly before disappearing into thin air. Slade's fingers linger on the spot she kissed him, and he has this stupid, dumbstruck expression on his face.

Wintergreen resists the urge to facepalm…or throw up.

Both options were starting to look very, very appealing.

First Addie… The entire apprentice phrase Slade went through… Now her… Dear lord, when would the chaos ever end?

Knocking pointedly, Wintergreen enters and sets down the breakfast tray with a bang. Giving Slade a long, hard look, Wintergreen shakes his head disappointedly. "And you told me you weren't going to do anything stupid."

Slade just gives him a sheepish smile.

Wintergreen smacks him across the face.

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The man had it a long time coming.

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Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough to wipe off that stupid smile from his face.

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