1A/N: I'm not sure why I decided to write this one... but I couldn't think of anything as I sat at my computer (for many hours) and so I turned on the Tv and Teen Titans was on, (now I love all forms of anime and the like) so I watched it and realized Slade is my favorite character and I though I should give him a bit of a background story, since the show wont or hasn't yet... And so this is it, if you don't like Slade, The Teen Titans, or me then stop reading! Thanks, well see how this goes and if anyone likes it...
This is actually a gianourmous beginning paragraph and You! get to decide if I should go on, or if it sux ass and I need to rethink my writing abilities... go and review now! (Actually, I'd probably keep writing no matter what you say, but you can pretend like its your choice...If it makes you happy!) I always manage to babble in my A/N, so excuse all this please.
Slade sat on his usual throne-like chair, in his dimly lit underground hideout. The room was empty and silent, save the drop from a leaky pipe overhead. Slade's lone eye seemed to stare into the distance as he mind paced over and over again. His hand lazily holding up his pondering head.
His mind never seemed to stop clicking, always coming up with plans to fool the nasty brats in the Titan's tower, always searching for something more valuable to steal, always thinking of ways to bail out his so-called 'villainous comrades'. No matter what his mind never ceased with planning something. Slade felt he could never truly relax if his mind was so uptight all the time. Even when he was winning against the titans or racking in the benefits of being a criminal his mind continued turning. Slade guessed that was the price to pay if you wanted to be a genius. And, there was another faithful trait of Slade. Hisconceitedways. Slade did his best to make sure he had a witty comment for anything said his way, he didn't really mean to be boastful but when he noticed he was he wouldn't try to stop it either. And yet his over exaggeration of himself didn't make him happier. Most people boast to raise their self esteem but this almost seemed to have the opposite affect for Slade. He knew it too.
His life was a complex and demanding game. His attention was never to be drawn away from it but, his life hadn't always been that way. He had had other worries besides himself. He had cared about someone else before, it was possible for this 'lone wolf' to slow down to some else's pace but it had been short lived and had made Slade the way he was today. A better man some may think, or a soulless shell, others may say. But it did happen and could again. Slade's background is best kept hidden, his mind decided that long ago but it still remains present, locked away as a weak point in his life, never to be reminded of again or at least till today...