Scorpius Military Base
South of Venezuela
4:03pm
"You seem a little edgy, Slade." One Geneva Kwayana remarked as she blocked his attack. The blade of his knife was just inches from her face.
They'd been outside on the large concrete dueling platform, sparring for the past two hours.
Slade didn't reply. He kicked the back of her leg causing her to fall on her spine. Luckily, her hand still gripped his wrist. Using that momentum to her advantage, she locked her legs a round his arm and flipped the mercenary over. She flipped on top of him. Pinning him down with her knee.
"You really wanted to kill him. Did you?" She held the knife to his throat.
He regained strength as he moved the blade from him, fighting against the woman's impregnable force.
"Weaken." Slade told her. "Don't overpower."
Geneva consisted. Giving the man the upper hand. Fully moving the knife from over his body, he used his might to push against her will and roll over.
He broke his wrist from her grip once her back returned to the concrete then punched her in the face.
Slade raised off of her and eased a bit, making sure the woman hadn't crushed any vessels in his wrist.
That was until he heard the chime of another blade from behind.
She wielded the katana in a midsagittal axis. Deathstroke didn't hesitate blocking her attack by using his armored arm to catch the blade-then her wrists. This caused their faces to lean closer, their lips to move until they were literally inches apart. The breaths of their pants filled the small space between them…
Slade was the one to push away. He turned his back to her for a moment, composing himself. "You assume that's a bad thing." He went back to answering her question.
Geneva let down her weapon. "I could be."
"I would've gotten every bit of information out of that kid had not Marco stepped in."
Kwayana rested the tip of the Japanese weapon on the concrete then eased up. "…I told him."
"What?" Slade Wilson nearly shouted. "Just why the hell would you do that?" He swirved back to face her. "Instead of collecting information, you managed to convince Marco to put him on our side?"
Geneva had her eyes fixed boldly on the man's before her. "I don't see the problem, Slade."
"Then you have a lot of shit going on in your head, Geneva." He walked closer to her. "He tried messing with our operation in Gotham and he tried killing you in Caracas. We don't know who he is nor who he works for."
"Jason Todd. Born in the slums of Gotham. Raised with a drug addicted mother and a crappy father. Was adopted into the Wayne family years after his mother died. Ran away from home." She ignored the oncoming pain from the impact recently. "And now he's on his own. This could be another chance for him, Slade. He could be an asset."
"He could be a liability!" He clenched his fists. "And now he's here. Playing on our turf."
"But is forced to play by our rules." She stepped closer. "He doesn't have any other choice, Slade. And I doubt he would try anything otherwise."
"How would you know?"
Geneva stared off into the sunset.
"...I just do."
"System parameters are all set. Heart rate, breathing, and brain activity all appear normal," One of the men spoke over a semi-conscious Jason Todd to a Professor Hugo Strange. "Awaiting your order for injection, sir."
"Do it."
"Affirmative." The soldier complied as he produced a syringe from the table beside him. "Ibogaine is being injected into the right ulnar artery."
Jason felt the sensation automatically. The small prick of the needle being injected into his forearm as it released whatever the hell was in there into his body.
His mind clouded, he grew somewhat confused, distorted. As if he were falling into a dream yet happened to still be awake.
Jason's heart beated quicker, his breathing grew deeper. He had no idea whether or not it was the drug or if it was just sheer fear.
What was happening?
"The ibogaine is taking effect, sir."
"Can you hear me, Jason?" Hugo looked into his now dilated eyes.
"Where…where am I?"
"At the root of your subconscious mind, Jason," Strange spoke. "I'm going to exploit your darkest memories, expose your secrets, delve into your desires and your fears." He smiled and moved closer. "Then, I'm going to break you…"
