A Different Identity

A Teen Titans and Young Justice Crossover Fanfiction

By: Nightingale0708

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Unfortunately...

This story is based on the fanfiction called Warped Identity by Anthezar. Go check it out.

OOo(Slade's POV)oOO

Slade was disbelieving. In shock. Totally dumbfounded. After all this time, he'd been plotting to have Robin as his apprentice and yet he was hit with irony right in the face. Not only was he Mary's son, which he'd known for some time now, but he was his son as well. He now had a living, breathing reminder of Mary. He'd loved her with all his heart. Being torn from her broke him. Shattered him. Disintegrated his world like morning mist on a hot August day. He was assigned to a military experiment that he would be paid handsomely for. He and Mary were already low on money, so he should have thought that it was too good to be true. It was a voluntary experiment, he didn't have to do it. But he and Mary couldn't afford to keep looking for better jobs. Not on their meager salaries as a veteran and FBI agent. It just wasn't possible. So he signed up for the job that ripped him from his wife.

The secret military experiment had left him in a coma for five years. When he had woken up, he was told endless lies. He was told that he was injured in battle, that he was still a member of the United States Army, still a former pilot in the United States Air Force. He was told that he'd saved thousands of civilians at the expense of his own life. He was able to be resuscitated, however, by the scientists of the Army using an experimental serum that had saved his life. He was a hero, albeit a hero with one eye. When he had asked to return to his wife, the love of his life, he'd been told that he had no wife. No light to lead the way out of the darkness of his former life, out of his abusive father, absent mother. Nothing to live for. When he'd protested, he'd been lied to.

(*Flashback*)

"What do you mean, I have no wife?" Slade Joseph Wilson asked gruffly, his open eye narrowing in suspicion at the doctor that was obviously lying to him. He remembered the day they were married as if it were yesterday. "My wife's name is Mary Wilson. We've been married for 2, no- 7 years." Slade corrected his lapse quickly. He had already been told that he'd been in a coma for 5 years. The doctor widened his eyes at Slade's statement, taking out a flashlight and walking towards him. Slade tried to back up but he couldn't anymore, instead hitting his back on the cold medical table he was in. He couldn't resist when the doctor shined the light in his one good eye. Blinded, he froze like a deer caught in headlights until the light was removed. He blinked repeatedly, trying to dispel the light that had been seared onto his eyelid. The doctor stepped back, eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, Lieutenant Colonel Wilson, you seem to have a concussion and amnesia. I suggest bedrest and a relearning of basic military training. Until you regain your memories, of course." the doctor added with a bright smile. Slade, however, wasn't impressed.

(*End Flashback*)

Being the cunning person he was, Slade was able to escape his confinement less than a week later, not noticing the new enhancements the experiment had granted. It was true. Slade had gained more than just money after that experiment. The experiment, which was branded as a failure after he'd escaped, had granted him enhanced speed, agility, strength, and increased healing factor and stamina. The experiment also granted him increased mental abilities, allowing him to become an even better analyzer. Utilizing the money he'd gotten from the experiment, Slade bought a house in Gotham, along with other safe houses in Star City, Central City, Happy Harbour, and Jump City. All of these safe houses had a basement, in which he stored various weapons he'd bought on the black market. When done with these transactions, Slade had thrown himself into the task of finding his wife because, not only did he love her with all his heart but he needed to prove those bastards in white lab coats wrong. So, he researched anything that might have been relevant with his new laptop, the high tech kind from Wayne Enterprises. So, first he researched his name. The only thing that came up was an Army website that showed that he'd died while overseas. Stupid excuse. The year of his supposed "death" was the same year that he left for the experiment. So the experiment was put into effect almost immediately then. Presumably right after he had arrived at the base on that decrepit island he'd been flown too. Huh. Technically, he had died overseas. But he wasn't dead. Slade Wilson was alive and back with a vengeance. Slade Wilson was a merc with a grudge. He wasn't going to wait for a contract to come in. He was going to go on this one alone. No backup. No Plan B. No military. Just him, his wits, and his kick-ass weapons.

Over the next few weeks, Slade planned his attack on a hidden military base stationed in Gotham. It was one of the most crime-ridden cities on the planet, so, naturally, there had to be a military base there. Slade was not disappointed. According to his research, there was a hidden, under-the-radar military base in an abandoned skyscraper currently undergoing the process of being bought by Wayne Enterprises. There were 25 floors. The room he needed to get to was on the 20th floor. It was always guarded by at least 7 armed security guards and required three key cards to open the doors, along with fingerprint recognition and eye retina scans. You had to have a certain clearance and you had to say a password at the entrance, because once you were on the inside, they had to verify your identity. It was the only safe way to guard national secrets.

Slade wouldn't be taking much. Just the file on him, how he was assigned to the experiment, along with why the experiment was branded a failure after his escape from that wretched place. If there was one thing that Slade hated, it was the color white. The only time he had enjoyed it was on his and Mary's wedding day. Practically everything was decked out in white that day. It was Mary's favorite color, after all.

'It's pure, like snow. It's one of the base colors, a pillar. Without white, there wouldn't be any color.' she had said, her emerald eyes sparkling. Slade stood up abruptly and began pacing slowly around the room. He needed to focus. He also needed to get the feeling back in his legs.

Anyway, back to planning nefarious deeds.

The safest point of entry would be the windows. Crashing through was an option but it might alert the guards on the other floors. And there was surely going to be guards on other floors. After looking at the floor plans, there were some grates that he could crawl through to avoid detection, some of them leading to several vent entrances outside on the side of the building. He could easily get in through there. It wasn't like he hadn't been sent on a recon mission before. He'd been given a special suit to carry the mission out. That suit was the baseline for the suit he should be receiving soon. The ones he had ordered on the black market, tailored especially for him. Custom handguns, one IMI Desert Eagle and one laser-sighted handgun, were on their way as well, complete with removable silencers for each one. He was particularly excited to put the laser-sighted one to use. He also had a meeting with a swordsmith, who would make him two customized ninjato swords. The hilts would be fitted to his hands. There were also some other mundane things that he had ordered, easier to get than the swords, such as a retractable ballistic bo-staff, a grapple hook, a grapple gun, proximity bombs, neural pellets, smoke bombs, and a remote claw. Sure, some of these ideas were coming from the masked vigilante that called himself Batman, who was stationed in Gotham. He could be a problem.

After reading up on this so-called Dark Knight, Slade knew that he was a worthy adversary. Not many people earned that title. Long story short, Batman had earned Slade Wilson's respect. When a man earns Slade Wilson's respect, that means that he does not rest. Slade devotes all of his energy, everything he has, to eliminating him. But in Slade's mind, family was always more important than anything. Even the large sum of money he was probably going to get for killing the Bat. First, he had to find his family. He had to pick up the pieces of his tattered life and put them back together. Only then, could Slade sleep easier.

When Slade woke up the next morning, he immediately sat up, which was a mistake. You see, Slade had been putting himself through rigorous training methods ever since he escaped his confinement. So, sitting up was a problem when you've been doing 500 sit-ups per day for the last couple weeks. Even on a bed, it was painful. But Slade pushed back the pain, doing the same thing he always did when he woke up without his wife in his arms. He threw himself into his work.

He didn't workout today. Today was the heist. Today he just stretched and went through some basic gymnastics. After his slight workout, he went into his saddeningly near empty kitchen and poured himself a glass of ice cold chocolate milk and peeled himself a banana. Carrying his after-workout breakfast to the table, Slade went over the plan for infiltration once more.

Slade was going to enter through the vents from the outside. After infiltrating the building, he was going to take out every single guard there. And by take out, he meant eliminate. And by eliminate, he meant kill.

The 7 armed guards would be taken down and stripped of their key cards. He would take 3 key cards using them to open the door, use a official looking body for the eye recognition and fingerprint scan, and kill everyone in the room that he entered, possibly sparing an IT employee to help him enter the restricted files. Hacking would take time. Time that he didn't have. The longer he took hacking into the mainframe, the more time he gave the government to realize that one of their bases had just went dark without explanation. Nope, that wouldn't work. He would get the files, kill the remaining employee, and leave the way he came. And stay away from the windows. You never know when there might be snipers watching your every move. Just waiting for the right moment to shoot you in the head. Slade shuddered. No way was he getting in the line of fire of a sniper. That was just too risky. No, he was just going to play it safe.

Soon, it was time. Slade was beginning to suit up in his new black and dark orange Kevlar suit. The outer and inner layers of the body suit were made of titanium dipped tri-weave. It was between those layers that things got interesting.

"Titanium-dipped mesh over a layer of MR fluid-based liquid body armor. Designed to withstand up to 6gs of acceleration to increase navigational capability." Slade murmured the exact parameters to his custom made suit. On the chestplate, there was Wayne-Tech MR-fluid that hardens in response to impact, creating opportunity for more effective counter attacks for those who were stupid enough to try and fight him head on. With this kind of shock absorption, he would be able to put more force into his counter attacks.

The liquid armor was more flexible than he was used to from his days in the army. Those were like having a piece of cardboard strapped to your chest. He could use that increased flexibility and maneuverability to take out multiple enemies in quick succession. Slade had also upgraded the grapple gun he was planning on using. There were symbiotic integration between the gun and his suit's subsystems to allow for use of the electromagnetic 'eject' system.

"I'll fly off the ground like a bullet out of a rail gun." Slade said, examining the new and improved grapple gun. A redesigned pneumatic gadget, capable of launching him significantly higher and at greater velocity following a grapple. He didn't need to worry, though. The suit could take the Gs.

After he finished suiting up, he hesitated in putting on the two toned mask. He had gotten used to fighting with his blindside. He was missing an eye. You kinda had to get used to that quick. It was still strange waking up and finding out that you couldn't open your right eye, realizing that you would never be able to again. He hesitated because this meant that he was willing to do this. To go through with his plan to pretty much kill everyone in the building. And you know what? Slade was fine with it. He could care less about the people on the government's payroll if he got his wife back. Putting on the two-toned mask resolutely, Slade Wilson recognized that he was on the job. And he wasn't about to be caught slacking off.

When Slade arrived at the building, he thought it was the wrong place. Checking his wrist computer, Slade glanced at his GPS and confirmed that he was at the right building. It was a little more run down than he thought it would be, looking more like a half-built building than the secret headquarters of a military base. But the data never lies. And Slade had worked hard to get this data, to confirm it. This wasn't a ruse. This was the real deal. A real opportunity. One that Slade wasn't going to pass up.

Looking around the building once more, he mentally compared it to the schematics he had bought off the black market. Flawless. It was a good thing to pay a little bit extra for updated data, otherwise your whole operation could go to hell. Setting his resolve in stone, Slade deftly unclipped his grapple gun from his belt, took aim, and fired. After checking that the line was secure, Slade swung into the open air, reveling in the feeling of his stomach dropping to his toes. He'd been a paratrooper back in his early days in the military. Guess he missed it more than he thought. Using his momentum to slide through the wall grate that led from the outside of the building to the inside, Slade landed noiselessly on the ground. He stood in a crouch, walking as quietly as he could in an entirely metal vent. Once he reached the opening to the grate, he carefully picked it up with the tip of his fingers and surveyed his surroundings. There were 3 guards as far as he could tell, considering that there were huge data terminals sticking out of the ground in a seemingly random fashion. Sensing that he wouldn't be able to complete this mission with the naked eye alone, Slade pressed his thumb and forefinger together, triggering his Night Vision. It wasn't anything special. It just allowed him to see how many hostiles were in the room, highlighting the armed ones in red and the unarmed ones in blue. Pretty self explanatory.

Okay, nine guards, all armed (obviously. It would be stupid to have street level thugs guarding international secrets). Slade spotted two guarding the door, each with key cards dangling from their waistline. Three of the others had key cards as well, leaving only three that didn't have the clearance to enter the Data Room. They were stationed randomly around the large room. They were of no consequence.

Slade quietly crept up behind one of them, following the grates until he couldn't go any further. He quietly slipped out of the grate, landing in a crouch. The stupid guard was apparently caught up in Gotham's skyline, allowing Slade to screw on the silencer to his gun. As soon as the guard turned around, Slade had a gun to his forehead. The poor guard, who was 'Paulson' according to his name tag, barely had time to widen his eyes in fright before a bullet tore through his brain, the yell for help dying immediately in his throat. Paulson fell to the ground, a quiet, but resounding, thud echoing slightly. Another nearby guard, one of the below-clearance guys, alerted the others to Slade's presence.

"What was that?"

Great. One down and he was already figured out. Just then a voice that Slade faintly recognized echoed through the loudspeakers.

"Check your numbers." The guards looked around, confused for a second, before the leader yelled out an order. The guards moved, their stances stiff and in a offensive stance.

"Move it!" Slade crouched low to the ground, quickly finding the grate again and slipping through it, quiet as a shadow. His gun was back in it's specialized holster, his fingers twitching in anticipation of another kill. The adrenaline rush... he must've missed that, too.

The guards that were stationed at the doors didn't move, only shifting into a defensive stance. One of them must've yelled out the order to check on their missing guard. The two guards that had responded to the call were running towards his location, each coming from different ends of the room. One of them had a key card, the other didn't. The other four guards were still patrolling the room in groups of two's and one's. The two guards coming towards him had quickly spotted the body on the ground, running even faster towards their fallen comrade. One of them kept watch, while the other bent over Paulson's body.

"Poor bastard," the crouched guard murmured, named Jarvis.

"Do you think he saw what hit him?" the other guard, the one with no clearance, called Duncan, asked. Jarvis merely shook his head as he stood up. Both guards, Jarvis and Duncan, were oblivious to Slade's presence underneath the floor grates. Slade used this to his advantage. Jumping up suddenly, Slade grabbed both of them by the head, smashing their heads together with a sickening crack. Jarvis and Duncan fell to the floor back to back, guns forgotten.

"He has taken more of you imbeciles out." The rest of the guards looked confused, seemingly searching for the disembodied voice. The same voice seemed to be calling the shots around here. It was faintly recognizable, with a slight British accent.

Another guard, whose name tag said Aldana, walked over, his gun at the ready, a key card dangling from his waist. He wasn't shaking like the other guards, who were looking over their shoulders every five seconds with their guns shaking in their hands. He was calm, keeping his gun level and at the ready. Slade could respect that. Keeping this in his head, Slade only knocked out Aldana using a pressure point in his neck. That left four guards, both unconscious and dead, piled around Slade. There were five guards that were just waiting to be taken out. Two of them guarding the door and the other three walking around the room. This shouldn't be too hard, right?

"Get it together, Wilson." Slade muttered to himself, keeping his voice at a bare minimum. He quickly collected the key cards from Jarvis and Aldana. Slade crouched low to the ground, walking along as quietly as he could, stalking out his prey. He finally crouched behind a large file cabinet, making sure that his hard armor didn't hit against it.

Two guards, Robeshev and Vasquez, were back to back, slowly walking towards where Slade was crouching. Robeshev had a key card hanging from his waist. Walking up behind Robeshev, Slade took the key card and, as soon as the oblivious guard turned around, Slade grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. Vasquez turned around to see what was wrong with his comrade, taking a bullet to the head. Slade flipped his silenced gun around in his head and hit Robeshev over the head with the butt of his gun, making him go limp. He let Robeshev fall to the ground, putting the third key card with the other two stolen key cards in the hidden compartment in his belt. Now Slade had enough key cards to get into the room with the information he needed. Surprisingly, the British voice was silent.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Slade's neck stood up and time slowed.

There was a guard behind him at his 7 o'clock, alarmed to see him there but in the perfect position to put a bullet through his heart. Slade only had seconds to think of an escape situation or else he was a dead man. Slade quickly unclipped his gun from his holster and, turning around slightly, shot the guard-called Fernandez-in the ankle. The bullet hit dead on, shattering the bone. Slade flinched slightly at the man's ear shattering scream. Fernandez jumped and fell to the ground, cradling his shot leg tenderly while whimpering and sobbing in pain. Slade swiftly knelt by Fernandez's head and put a hand over his mouth, pinching his nose shut. Fernandez struggled, his eyes bulging as his screams were muffled. The guard soon fell unconscious from lack of air, going still as blood oozed from his shattered ankle.

Seven down, two to go.

"Everyone, check in.'' The voice sounded from both the walkie-talkie on all of the guards shoulder and from one of the two guards on his right.

"Vasquez, are you there? Fernandez, check in!" The guard named Olivares was the one yelling orders into his walkie as Gonzalez stood guard.

"Crap, they're all down." Olivares said in a resigned voice, placing his speaker back on his shoulder.

"Shit," Gonzalez said, looking around. "We're screwed." There was silence as the two guards contemplated how this was going to go down. Finally, Olivares sighed.

"It was an honor, brother." he said. Gonzalez nodded.

"The honor was mine, Tony."

Silence once more pervaded the room as Slade observed the two soldiers. In a way, they kind of reminded him of himself with his good friend Wintergreen.

"No retreat." Gonzalez said in a determined voice.

"No surrender." Olivares said, just as determined as his fellow soldier.

Slade didn't want to kill them. They were obviously the best soldiers here, not choosing the easy, cowardly way out even though the odds were against them. Eventually, he just tossed a small can of knock out gas at the duo and waited until he heard the thud of their motionless bodies hitting the floor to continue.

Slade approached the door as quickly and silently as he could. He was so close. So close to finding out what happened. To him, to Mary. To his family. Apparently, he got just a little too excited. A gun shot rang through the room and Slade tensed, only having time to register that his guns were still in their holsters before the pain started. He groaned as the bullet tore a path through the left side of his abdomen, sending pain rocketing through his body, but only for a moment. You see, Slade's healing factor had started to kick in already and he could feel the offending bullet being pushed back through the path from which it had come. But it was a slow process. In about 30 more minutes, the wound would be completely healed. You know, if he lived that long.

Slade suddenly felt the cool pressure of a revolver against the back of his head. One hand against his injured side and the other in the air as a showing of the universal sign of surrender, Slade slowly stood up straight, so his wound wasn't aggravated, from the slightly hunched over position that he had ended up in. Suddenly, a voice spoke.

"Turn around. Now." Slade stiffened as he finally placed the origin of the British voice from his memories. His good friend, one that he would give his life for in a second, one he saved from a horrible fate.

William goddamn Wintergreen.

Not wanting to get a bullet between his eyes, Slade slowly turned around looking over the man who was his brother-in-arms.

Wintergreen looked the same as he did five years ago. Same thin mustache, same cold and calculating grey eyes. There was just an emotion, one that hadn't been there before, one that Slade just couldn't place. That emotion intensified as Slade's vibrant blue eye made contact with Wintergreen's wise grey ones. Knowing that he couldn't keep the fact that he was alive from his brother-in-arms/ father figure, Slade decided to speak.

"Well, you don't look happy to see me." There was slight humor in Slade's voice as well as slight worry. What is Wintergreen didn't recognize him? This fleeting thought was proven wrong, much to Slade's relief, as the hand holding the gun started to shake violently. The silence held for a moment longer.

"Wow. Just wow. I'm gone fore 5 years and this is my welcome home party? Kind of misleading, really. One would think that you didn't want me back." Slade was now smiling behind his mask. If Wintergreen didn't recognize Slade's voice, then he would sure as hell recognize his twisted sense of humor. The shaking hand holding the gun fell slack as the opposite hand went to cover the slightly gaping mouth, the fingers shaking so much it looked as though they were vibrating.

"M-my god...Slade?!" Slade used his free hand to pull off the two-toned mask, revealing his broad smile and twinkling eye fully.

"The one and only." Slade was kind of worried because of the look on Wintergreen's face. It was surprise, relief, and... betrayal? Why would Wintergreen feel betrayed? Then, clear anger shone through the grey eyes. Slade barely had time to register the sound of Wintergreen's gun hitting the floor before he saw Wintergreen's left arm twitch. The next thing Slade knew, he was on his butt, on the floor, rubbing his badly bruised jaw. Wintergreen was rubbing his wrist, standing over Slade with a look of smug satisfaction on his face.

"What the hell was that for, Will?" Slade asked indignantly.

"For not inviting me to your resurrection, Wilson." Slade laughed as Wintergreen extended his hand to help him up. After Wintergreen pulled Slade to his feet, they embraced as brothers. When they pulled away, Wintergreen looked at Slade in disbelief.

"How the bloody hell are you alive, Slade? You were pronounced dead after you left for the experiment. Mary was devastated." Wintergreen saw the pain and determination in Slade's eye- god, it was weird only seeing one- as he said his wife's name.

"That's actually why I'm here, Will. I'm trying to find out what happened to her, to me. I'm going to put our family back together." The words that came out of Slade's mouth made Wintergreen's heart fall to his stomach, dousing his relief with trepidation. Just as Wintergreen was about to open his mouth to tell Slade the news, Slade pushed past his friend and made his way to the door that held all the answers. Just as Slade was about to pick up the unconscious body of Olivares, Wintergreen briskly walked by Slade, making him stop and look up. Wintergreen stopped at the keypad that would allow them into the door, flashed a single key card (it was a matte black key card instead of the regular shiny silver), scanned his eye and pressed his hand to the fingerprint recognition, and allowed them into the room. The room was filled with rows and rows of data servers glowing black, blue, and silver. There was a main terminal to the right of the door that was making a soft beeping noise.

Slade went over to there immediately and plugged in his wrist computer to the USB port. He started typing as Wintergreen made his way over to where Slade was standing. Slade's fingers could barely be seen as they flew across the terminal's keyboard. The holograph on his wrist computer showed what looked sort of like a battery being slowly filled up, the percentage slowly growing higher until the screen flashed green and the percentage reached one hundred. Slade quickly unplugged his wrist computer from the terminal and started walking towards the left side of the room, opposite of the terminal. He was typing quickly on his holographic wrist computer as he speed-walked across the room, passing the many aisles in mere seconds. Suddenly he stopped and backtracked a couple steps, finally stopping in front of the aisles that he had already passed. He looked up at the aisle number, looking satisfied at seeing the RR40 painted onto the top of the data server.

Wintergreen shook his head as Slade disappeared behind the aisle. Slade was always a pretty rash person, even from their days in the army. Wintergreen shook his head again as he walked over to the aisle where Slade was. Once he was able to see the Lieutenant, he sighed. Slade was crouched on the ground, his glove once again connected to the data server, his fingers typing furiously.

"Slade, I really think you should listen to me. You were gone a long time and-" Silence. Slade had stopped typing. Wintergreen's voice died in his throat as he saw what Slade was looking at.

It was a poster from a circus. The words 'Haly's Circus' could be seen at the top of the poster. In bigger print, right below, you could see the reason for Slade's sudden halt.

The Flying Graysons

In the poster, you could only see silhouettes. But Slade quickly clicked something else, bringing up a picture of a family. The man had black hair and grey eyes. The woman was Mary, with her dark hair and startling emerald eyes. In between them, there was a little boy, maybe six or seven, with a messy mop of black hair and mischievous blue eyes. They all were smiling for the camera but Mary's smile didn't reach her eyes. It was her fake smile, the smile she put on when she didn't want someone to know that she wasn't alright. Slade and Wintergreen saw this, but only Wintergreen saw the truly devastated look on Slade's face... and Slade only saw the little boy in between the seemingly happy couple along with the wedding band around her left ring finger. It wasn't the one that he had given her.

'The Flying Graysons'

Those words would haunt Slade for the next 10 years.

Slade was now 10 years older. A cold-hearted mercenary who loved no one. He both killed and protected for money. There was no one that could stop him. Not even the Bat. But something more mundane is what stopped him this time. A simple DNA test.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. A knock that was both hesitant and hopeful. It held so much emotion in those three simple knocks.

While Slade Wilson walked to the door to answer it, he realized that he wasn't invincible. One thing defeated him: a simple DNA test that he should've done years ago. He should've done it when he first saw the mischievous blue eyes of the 6 year old boy in that picture. He may have of had Mary's hair, but he didn't have John's eyes...

Alright alright! We finally got the ball rolling on this story again! Oh, I'm so excited! This chapter was over 5,618 words so your welcome! (yes, I did the math) I only wanted to take up one chapter of the story for Slade's backstory and it turned out way longer than I expected.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Happy Holidays, as well!

The next time you see one of my updates will be on either 'Wanted' or 'Identity Crisis'

Next Chapter: The line between good and evil is blurred as Robin gets to see a little behind the mask that once hid his greatest enemy. As he finally learns more about the man who claims to be his father, everything Robin has been taught will be put on the double sided scale as he tries to separate his thoughts from his former mentor's...

Can't wait for the next chapter! Until next time!

-Nightingale0708