"44 reasons come to mind
Why you motherfucking brothers hard to find.
He be walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine.
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind."

Chapter 4: Father Figure.

Slade watched the cameras with interest, as Robin battled his former comrades. He frowned at the boy's hesitation to use his new weapon, but he eventually saw reason. To Slade's disappointment, the girl survived the blast, but Robin made his escape without a hitch.

Now that the stage was set, Slade began to ponder the particulars. How was he to get Robin to kill his teammates? In a flash, inspiration struck. All he had to do was make a few…"improvements" to the new laser Robin had, to turn it from non-lethal to very, very lethal indeed. The more he thought about it, the better the plan seemed- Robin had noted that the laser only incapacitated his friend, and so would have no problem using it again…

Only one thing bothered him. When Slade had pointed out the target for Robin's first official foray into the world of supervillainy, the boy had been unable to mask a shudder. Wayne Enterprises. What was the connection between a wealthy playboy and the Boy Wonder? Maybe it was coincidence.

Slade didn't believe in coincidence. Using all of his astonishing brainpower, he pondered the enigma of Bruce Wayne. He had never met the man in person, but his life was well documented by the news. Disappeared when he was seventeen, only to come back twenty years ago.

The same time the Batman made his debut…

Lived a reclusive life, attending several formal functions, but often leaving early.

Usually on nights that the Batman prowled…

Adopted a total of three sons, and a daughter.

To date there had been three Robins, and two Batgirls.

Slade was struck by the feeling that he may just have made a very big mistake. When Wayne got news of the robbery- in less than 24 hours, probably, then he would most definitely take a trip to Jump to inspect the facility.

And where Wayne went, the Batman would surely follow.

Oh shit.

Any normal supervillain would have been delighted to discover the secret identity of a superhero as prestigious as the Batman- but Slade was no ordinary supervillain. He wasn't being paid to kill the Batman, and he loathed killing people he wasn't paid for.

So. Now he had a problem. How was he going to deal with it?

Today was Saturday. 10:37pm. If he was lucky, then Wayne wouldn't be informed of the break-in until Monday morning. That meant he had to complete his contract within a much more constrained time frame than he had originally allowed for, and escape without leaving enough clues for the Batman to follow. This would be hard.

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I know that quote doesn't have much relevance to the chapter- I'm trying, damnit, but Dre didn't write much on the subject of surrogate fathers.

Anyhoo, next time, we learn why in hell's name Slade let the Titans go when he'd infected them all. And yes, there is a reason.