I don't own teen titans or Deathstroke or anything from DC, I'm just here to write about them.

Chapter 2: Who can you Trust my brother, if you can't Trust me?

Rose Wilson's POV:"Rose, put the knife down." Daddy said "Meet… well, meet me."

I didn't move. Dad seemed shocked. So did this other guy, who looked just like a younger version of Dad. This was impossible. This younger guy had to be an imposter or a clone or, though it's a long shot, he could be a Deathstroke from a different reality.

"Dad, you can't be serious. This can't be you, I mean; you're you, aren't you?" Okay, now my head was starting to hurt. This was just too weird. "This… guy or whatever he is has to be a clone or something." "No Rose, This is very confusing for me too, but I know he's not a clone. I'm thinking more along the lines of… an alternate version of me."

"So, like Alex Luthor, of that Superboy-Prime dip-stick. Um… shouldn't you be weirding out like Luthor did then?" "I don't know honey, maybe it's because of the serum, or something else."

The guy I'm holding at knife-point puts his mask back on. "While I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, I have no intention of being held hostage by a 16 year-old girl I don't even know." He was fast, faster then my precognitive vision could pick up. Faster even then Dad. He swung over me, grabbing the knife by the blade to rip it from my hands. He flips the blade over in his hand, so that he's holding the handle, and the point is just barley pricking the back of my neck.

Dad moves to attack this… other Slade, but stops. Maybe it was coincidence, or maybe he thinks a lot faster then either of us, but this guy had found Dad's one weakness. Worst yet, he knew it. "Now then," He said in his way-to-much-like-dad's voice, "There must be a more comfortable place to sort this out then a crowded basement."

Slade's POV: We went up to the upper levels of the house; I let the girl go and sat down on a plush couch. "I suppose it's too much to ask for a mug of tea?" I asked. They both give me incredulous looks. "Didn't think so." I mutter to no-one really. "Now then, I've obviously earned your good graces,"

"What the hell makes you think that?" the girl asks. It's a little funny how naïve she is. "Because, my dear Rose," she bristles at how quickly I've learned her name "You and your father haven't tried to kill me yet." Rose draws a second blade from god knows where, "Then lets fix that." She certainly has a mouth on her. I smile, though they don't see it through my mask, "Lets."

The father, this 'Deathstroke', this other me, has no intention of confrontation though, he's to curious about me and I must admit I'm more then a bit curious myself. It seems I am the one who hopped realities, not the other way around. Unless of course, this is all an elaborate ruse, but I have the distinct feeling its not. Deathstroke sat opposite me, Rose took the seat next to him, "So," he said "The first question is, where are you from?"

Deathstroke's POV: (much explanation later) so, that's it, Slade Dethwyng, Criminal master-mind of Jump City. Nemesis of Robin and the Teen Titans, and it would seem, intellectual equal of Batman, Lex Luthor, and the Calculator combined. From just being near him, I have the feeling that Slade could be the smartest being in our galaxy. If his stories are to be believed, I think they are, he has never been beaten as far his mind goes. He's been beaten, even killed by his Titans, but not because his plan was foiled, merely because of their teamwork, hell, his plans are so intricate, layer after layer of small, unrelated attacks that lead to his true goal, that even Rose had trouble understanding them at first., but not me. There is no doubt in either of our minds, he's smarter, craftier and faster, I'm stronger and more experienced, but we are definitely the same person. The reason why I'm not losing my mind like Luthor when Alex appeared is because of the serum that gives me my powers.

Rose has become very interested in Slade. Not because of attraction, but because of Terra. Its similar to the Judas contract I had with this reality's Terra, only the ending is quite a bit different. I killed this Terra, his broke free and was forced to commit suicide. It had both my daughter and I to speculate, could there be a Ravager on his side? Slade seemed interested in learning about my story, I can't blame him. Its longer, that's to be sure, but the thing that had Slade hanging on every word, was the Crisis. It hasn't happened in his world yet, wasn't affected in the slightest. We're both thinking along the same lines, why was Slade's reality unaffected? Short answer; Alex Luthor wasn't finished when he was defeated, he could even be hiding out in that universe.

I walked into the room Slade had taken for himself, he was sitting in another chair, flipping through a photo album. "We'll, you've defiantly made a name for yourself, I'll say that." His mask is on the bed-side table, I pick it up, it's a very… interesting variation. "Wow, you blew off Kid Flashes knee-cap? Maybe I should take an interest in automatic weaponry." I put his mask down. "Which reminds me why I wanted to see you, how about a sparing match?" He looks at my impressive array of weapons, and smiles. "You're on, old man."

Alrighty then! Slade and Deathstroke have established that Slade is not a clone, but in fact the Teen Titans show's one and only. But, Slade is still in the DCU, why? How? What will the deadly duo do now? Find out in the next chaptert! Well… some of it at least…