RATED: M (there is quite a bit of smut in this story, as a heads up)

A/N: This Prologue is 18 pages long (did I mention this story took over my life? Haha)

This is by no means Wynja's TERMS cannon. But I hope you enjoy it anyway.

PROLOUGE – When Extremes Meet

It was the middle of February in Echo City, one of the coldest months of the year. Slade was currently working in the R&D department in their building. He was inspecting a few of the new weapons and gear that were ready to come out of the prototype phase and into production.

There were dozens of people working around him and it created a buzz of conversation in the background as Slade concentrated on what he was doing at a small work station.

His pants pocket started to buzz a tune that indicated that Wintergreen was looking to speak with him. He clicked a button on the earpiece he had in, that would connect him to his phone so he could still work hands free.

"I'm busy," Slade answered.

He heard a chuckle. "Sir, you are currently tinkering in R&D, hardly busy."

"Robin finally finished his present to me. I must say, I was shocked that he chose a gun of all things, but it turned out fantastic. I am doing the final testing today. "

"Yes yes, you have been drooling over that gun for a month now. You two were made for each other, with your weird flirting." Wintergreen sighed, the antics of those two. "Its his love letter to you, in the form of a gun. How romantic, I am so happy for you," he continued dryly.

Slade barked out a laugh.

"Yes, Robin was very dedicated to it. He wanted everything to be perfect. Wouldn't let me do anything with it."

"His love for you is sickening," Wintergreen teased, making Slade chuckle again. "You are both sickening. I cannot take all this domestic abuse. Please put me out of my misery."

"Don't be jealous, Will."

"Ha, ha..."

Slade grinned. "What are you calling about?"

"Sir," he spoke, as if coming to attention. "The client from that last job wants to meet in person to close out the arrangement."

"That wasn't the deal." Slade said, a small frown coming over his mouth. He couldn't help but smile again though when he was glancing over the gun, there was a silver 'SR' on the bottom handle. On the other side was a very tiny handwritten 'satio ac regnum' and he couldn't be more in love with it. It was perfect. Robin had really outdone himself.

"Apparently they would like to also discuss a few new business opportunities with you. They seemed very pleased with the work done so far. And since they are also agreeing to pay a generous sit down fee on top of what they already owe you, I thought it was a no brainier."

Slade took a second to think about this. There was nothing pressing to worry about at the moment at home. Taking a couple of days out of the city to obtain some new, and more importantly, wealthy contracts would be beneficial. They had already done the normal vetting process when they had first been approached, so Slade knew there wasn't anything fishy going on.

"When do they want to meet?"

"Tonight."

"Tonight? Demanding, aren't they?" He mulled it over for another second. "I want double my sit down fee for the such short notice. I will have to leave soon if I want to make it there before dark."

"I'll let them know. Meet is at eight pm. I will send the coordinates and other info to your phone shortly. "

"Perfect."

"I will have everything ready and prepared to go in three hours time. Payment has already been made as of ten minutes ago, including your doubled sit down fee and is sitting in the account as we speak." Will only sounded a little smug.

Slade shook his head. Wintergreen knew him so well. "Good man."

"Of course, sir, of course." Came the teasing tone back.

The mercenary had a few hours to kill before he needed to leave so he decided to find his blue eyed partner to inform him of his departure. And to thank him for his new toy.

Slade made his way up to their floor, knowing that Robin had begun his daily workout in their gym not long ago.

When he entered the training area, music was playing at a low tone and Robin was already hard at work. Sweating profusely, hair damp and sticking to his forehead with a devastatingly sexy fringe. He was shirtless and wearing a simple pair of black sweatpants and nothing else. He was facing towards him, using a metal grab bar located ten feet above him to pull himself up and down by one hand.

Slade had trouble looking away for a moment.

"Hey," Robin slightly panted. He flashed Slade a small smile. "I thought...you were ...already done your workout." Even as he spoke, he never let up his pace, continuing to use his arm to lift his body weight above the metal bar he was holding.

"I have. I just came to tell you that I need to leave town for a few days." Slade came forward and stopped only a few feet away from Robin's hanging body.

"Oh yeah? Anything I need to worry about?"

"No, the last job just wants to meet in person to discuss some new business."

"Oh that's great," the young man smiled. Robin then changed hands on the bar and started regulating his breathing as his pace increased. His slow inhale/exhale was causing his abs to push in and out.

The older man momentarily became distracted by the trail of black hair forming a perfect line downwards, over lithe, sweaty hard abs and into low riding sweatpants. He felt himself grow a little hot. Never able to fight the feelings of lust when they came, not when it pertained to this blue-eyed beauty anyway.

Robin grinned at his husband's expression.

Even though Robin had had the serum over a year and a half now, it seemed that nowadays even just a look or a touch or two could have the married couple clashing together, shedding clothes and loosing themselves in each other. He had been prepared for the libido increase after the injections. But the sexual tension for the last few months had been insane. Everything felt so ramped up. They were finally settling into a great life, with jobs they both liked doing. They had the city, their home, even friends...family, now. It was no wonder that they couldn't contain themselves. They were fucking so much that Robin would worry if he wasn't having so much fun.

"Any projects you need me to take over while you are gone?"

"Hmm, no?"

Robin, completely aware of his husbands sudden distraction now, grinned. His husband was so easy sometimes. Even now it always sent a thrill down his spine whenever he managed to capture the full attention of this man. To have his lust filled stare directed at him. Slade looked like he couldn't wait to devour him, it was goddamn empowering is what it was. It amazed him how quick and easily the mood could shift with them from normal to sexually charged, even after all this time together. He felt his blood pressure spike quickly when Slade licked his lips.

"When do you need to leave?" Robin questioned, breathing out. He then smirked to himself when he realized that Slade was basically not paying attention anymore. It suddenly gave him an idea and he reached up with his other hand to grip the metal with both hands now.

"You like what you see, big boy?" He purred and then spread his legs apart in the air, reaching them around so they were suspended on either side of Slade's waist, not touching, but the soles of his bare feet pointed towards the door where his husband had first entered. Then, keeping the position, he began his workout again, doing his pullups in quick succession with the mercenary between his legs.

"You teasing brat," Slade growled out. Robin felt his dick throb suddenly when he saw the hunger flash in his lover's single eye. The older mercenary stepped further between his spread thighs and Robin felt himself tremble a little bit. "I have to leave in a couple of hours. Should only take a few days, four tops."

Robin huffed. "They better be paying good for it. That is four days of my Slade time. We even had plans tomorrow night."

"I made them pay double for the inconvenience."

Robin laughed out a 'good' and then spread his legs a little further apart and gave his husband a 'come hither' look. He reached down with a free hand over his own abs and over his tented bulge, teasing the man as much as himself.

"We don't have long then, love."

It was that comment that spurred Slade into action and the older man roughly caught his lips with his own.

The suddenness of the kiss had Robin moaning and almost loosing his grip on the metal bar. It didn't take long before he had his legs wrapped around Slade's hips, grinding against the man with as much contact as he could get. One hand gripped in white hair as they kissed passionately for a long few minutes. The young mercenary felt himself getting lost in Slade's mouth, his husband's strong hands running back and forth between his ass and upper back. Devouring his mouth with hungry, demanding kisses.

When the one-eyed man finally released his mouth, his dick was hard and pulsing in his sweatpants. Slade's mouth curved into a smirk at Robin's flushed and panting appearance.

"I know we just did it last night, but-" Robin's voice cut off into a low moan when Slade ground himself against him again, big hands squeezing his ass cheeks. "Fuck you are already blowing my mind, damn you. You must have really liked your present."

"Oh, I am going to blow something alright. Grab hold of the bar, now," Slade purred out, motioning above them.

Robin panted and leaned up, both hands gripping the bar once again. "You better make it good since you'll be gone for a few days."

The one-eyed man scoffed but quickly pulled Robin's sweatpants off, feeling his own confined cock become fully hard when his young lover hissed as his dick was revealed, bobbing thickly against that infamous black happy trail Slade liked so much.

"Slade..." Robin whined breathlessly, almost squirming now.

Slade leaned down slightly and took a few jerked movements and suddenly Robin found himself lifted into the air, the movement left the younger husband scrambling for more leverage on the bar. Slade had his ass gripped in strong hands, lifting his young lover's pelvis towards his face, lithe toned legs over strong shoulders and down a chiseled back.

"Sla...wah?" Robin's breath gushed out of him as Slade sucked a mark under his belly button, pulling the hair there. The younger man felt his cock leak a little bit, spurred on by the new position. His husband could still surprise him. The fact that Slade could so easily manhandle him always got him going in the best way. Robin felt a little desperate as the older mercenary continued to kiss and suck everywhere other than where he wanted it most.

Robin felt his toes curl when the man's stubble harshly grazed his sensitive arousal.

"Fuck! ...you drive me crazy," Robin panted out. "Please..." he whimpered.

Once his husband seemed satisfied with the few hickies he had left on Robin's skin he then finally...finally took the head into his mouth. He sucked him down in one go and Robin whimpered again at the feeling. He was suspended in air, held up by his husband's crazed grip on his ass and thighs and Robin's hands on the metal. It was fucking delicious and made his body light up with pleasure.

The young man sputtered out a curse and then seemed to melt, spreading his thighs open more and let out a long, deep throaty moan that betrayed just how much he liked what Slade was doing.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck," Robin panted thirty seconds later, one hand releasing the metal bar and gripping Slade's white hair. It was a little on the shaggy side and perfect for running through. For once Slade didn't chastise him for it or pull away when the young man gripped it too tightly. He just continued to do dirty and delicious things to his cock. Robin could barely even moan, letting out small almost-pained whimpers every time Slade took him in his throat.

"You..." he gasped, he couldn't catch his breath. "You must have really...really liked your present...cuz...ahhh!"

The pace was relentless. If Slade's mission was to get him off as quick as possible then he was doing a really great job. Robin was mewling, his entire body trembling with pleasure. Every time he thought he might be able to get his breath back, his aggressive husband would change tactics. Right now he was sucking his head with such force that every pull of taunt lips felt as if he would drop over the edge into oblivion. He was dizzy with desire, head thrown back, mouth parted in ecstasy.

Robin began tensing up, thighs shaking. His grip in Slade's hair became painful and wrecked little uhns! started pouring from him. The older mercenary suddenly gripped both his ass checks in his strong hands and pulled them apart, exposing his hole to the cool air, before shoving his dry middle finger inside him. The abrupt feeling of that turned out to be Robin's undoing and he gave a harsh cry as he started to cum, shuddering and shooting down Slade's throat in a truly intense orgasm.

When he finally came back to himself, Slade had already moved them from the exercise machine and was sitting on a workout bench nearby. He already had his cock out and was smirking down at Robin, who only now realized that he had been set down in between Slade's legs on the floor. He must have been really out of it to not notice all that movement. But his lover had literally sucked his brains out through his dick in a matter of five minutes, so Robin thought he should be cut some slack on that.

"Mmmm, what, not gonna fuck me?" Robin teased, his voice hoarse, licking his swollen lips and glancing up at his husband with heavy lidded eyes, already getting into position to suck him.

"Oh I will fuck you alright, but right now you just need a taste," Slade purred, pushing the boy's head down.

Robin chuckled but got to work.

"Oh, and I am taking my present with me. I don't expect any trouble, but I want it with me."

"Its not fully tested yet, you trust it?" Robin asked, releasing the man's cock for a moment. Slade was looking at him so intensely, it was taking Robin's breath away again.

"I trust you, little bird."

Robin was very enthusiastic after that and managed to distract Slade for two full hours before he finally had to pull away and leave to make his meeting.

A few days passed while Slade was out of the city. Everything had gone well. Slade had been pleased with the new business and had even been given a tour of a facility that housed arms and munition. The client had been interested in a few different ventures and at the end of everything, Slade had agreed to the contracts. He had even managed to poach two new employees who would be joining him the following week in his building in Echo.

It was now the fourth day and Slade was closing in on Echo City. He had taken a private jet to his destination earlier in the week, and upon his return, was taking a motorcycle the remaining hours drive or so back home from the plane, despite the cold. He was a little eager to see his young lover.

Thirty minutes into his drive he received a call from his security team.

"Sir, there have been some weird electrical interferences coming from Outpost 2 Delta, just outside of the city. We were going to send a small team to check it out, but my scanner indicates that you are currently within range of the place. Is it possible for you to take a look? We don't believe there is any foul play, most likely some equipment failure. Half the cameras around the perimeter are down, so most likely tech interference or a breaker went."

"ETA ten minutes, I'll let you know what I find." Slade said into his communicator, before clicking it off. He then revved his bike and took off towards his new destination.

Upon arrival at the Outpost he took stock of the many cameras that weren't working. It did indeed turn out to be merely some equipment failure, which wasn't surprising at all. They had cameras all over the city and at all their bases and over the last year alone had to create a separate budget just for fixing those cameras. Cameras broke, failed or any other number of things and they had to hire a full time staff for just the purpose of fixing or replacing them when needed.

The mercenary had just finished up a call informing his security team that they would need to send a team to replace the equipment when all the lights in the small base abruptly turned off, all power ceasing to function. Turning the place pitch black and eerily silent.

Slade tensed. He was on immediate high alert. There was a moment of absolute quiet, where everything stood stone still, not a single sound. The mercenary got ready to defend himself, adrenaline pumping, shoulders tensing. Just as he drew his new gun, his peripheral caught the smallest movement of a shadow behind him.

The mercenary quickly launched an attack in the dark, turning around and landing a solid powerful kick across black Kevlar chest plating that sent the intruder flying back across the floor with a grunt of surprise. Slade levelled his gun at the black-clad man who had a smirk stretched across his lips. Features that were encased in a familiar bat-like cowl.

This cannot be good.

"That's not going to work on me," Batman ground out, indicating the gun, his voice dark and gritty sounding. It was still pitch black in the small base, but Slade could see him just fine now that he knew who it was.

"Maybe so, but your eyes and mouth are not protected by your suit and I am a very good shot," the one-eyed man said, not releasing his defensive stance or lowering his gun. "I've played a lot of duck hunt," Slade continued, smirking. "I can tell you from experience that getting a bullet in the eye isn't all its cracked up to be, so you might want to rethink your strategy."

Slade never bothered to reveal that this new weapon Robin had made him would most assuredly pass through the Batman's body armour.

"Hmmm."

"So is this the part where you try to kill me?" Slade chuckled, teasing the man like he couldn't help it, but knowing that if Batman was here, it couldn't be for a good reason. "I have to say I am impressed you had the balls to invade my base while I was alone to do the dirty deed. Though not as exciting as what I could come up with, surely. I take it you were responsible for the camera failures? I am going to have to send you a bill for that, you know."

This was actually a skill that Robin had helped him hone over the years, keep talking, keep up the banter and misdirection and usually you could get a good read on your opponent and what the situation would entail. It didn't always work as some people were shoot first and ask questions later types, but on someone as complex and deadly as Bruce Wayne, he found himself relying on the skill as he tried to figure out what the Bats was playing at.

"Who says I haven't staked this place out for months and had it wired to blow at a seconds notice the moment you walked in?"

Slade snorted, "you wouldn't have bothered with all the theatrics of revealing yourself. You would have just lit the place up right as I walked in the door, Robin probably wouldn't have even thought to consider you as a suspect in that case. Just some crazed criminal or psychopath."

"Maybe I wanted you to know who it was that would finally end you," Batman hissed out.

"Well now that you have shown your hand, I regret to inform you that I simply cannot fall for that ... its just too cliche, dying in an explosion." He said dryly.

He then took a moment to study the Dark Knight a few feet away from him.

Bruce didn't seem unstable, but that didn't mean anything. Slade could count on one hand the amount of people who matched him not only in intelligence and power, but in physicality as well. Someone who really could do some damage if they wanted to. Batman was a very skilled and powerful player in the world they lived in. He could definitely become a huge problem very quickly if he so desired. Especially if he wasn't thinking right.

Why are you doing here Bats?

The hairs on the back of his neck were standing straight up.

"The last time we saw each other I believe I told you that should I see you again, I would kill you."

Slade then began to open fire at the Bat. It was more of a few warning shots than anything concrete. Bruce evaded them easily, jumping and swinging around, cape billowing behind him. Taking cover behind a large stone support pillar a couple feet away.

Batman chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating around in the silence. "Even you know there is a balance that must be maintained in the world. Killing me would cause more damage than good."

"Well, I never did like playing by the rules Dear old Bat Dad." Slade then started to laugh. "Did Alfred tell you that I finally married your son? So I guess that makes us family now, imagine that? Though I have to say I missed your wedding gift. I am not too shook up about that, though, I have everything I want after all." He tone was condescending and smug, his single eye piercing Batman's.

Bruce snarled and unleashed a series a bat-a-rangs that Slade easily dodged. They were more feeling each other out than anything.

"You always did think everything was about you."

"Old habits die hard I suppose. I always did love me. You did go to an awful lot of trouble to get me here alone tonight. Just that alone proves how much this is about me. Does your hatred of me keep you up at night Bruce? Does the fact that I have gotten everything I wanted piss you off beyond belief? Does it haunt your every waking moment? ...but I digress...what exactly are you doing here, then if not to kill me? Is this another one of your great ideas, I am not interested."

Batman huffed out a laugh. "You might want to be careful Deathstroke, I can be an extremely stubborn and motivated man when I have a driving force behind an idea. And the idea of having Richard as far away from you as possible is especially appealing."

"Is that a threat?" Slade sneered out, the teasing banter completely forgotten now. Was the Bats implying that he was here to try and take Robin away again? Was his plan to kill Slade tonight and go after the ex-hero? "Robin has already proven to you just what that betrayal ends in."

"He is a full blown criminal now, a murderer, pledged his life and everything else to you. Choosing you, wanting you. That is a worse betrayal. It is unforgivable."

"Robin may have killed, but it is not in cold blood. He is not a murderer. We don't deal with innocent people, Bats," Slade grounds out, his voice so cold. His mouth turned a little smug however, "I don't deny the rest of it. He definitely wants me. And I do so enjoy taking him apart when he begs me."

Batman snarled out in anger. He then charged the mercenary and a brutal hand-to-hand fight ensued. Both men managed to land a few good hits. After a few minutes of intense fighting Batman used a stone pillar to jump up onto the steel rafters attached to the ceiling. Making him almost invisible. Disappearing into the surround area. He hadn't gone far though.

"If you don't want everything you and the Justice League have fought for exposed, I suggest you give up this pointless tirade. Go home Bruce, it was over two years ago. This will end badly. I will protect Robin from anything and anyone, including you, especially you."

"Ha, ha, ha," Bruce said, tone lifeless and dull. Echoing around the place. He almost sounded tired. "Must you fight all his battles? Always there to protect him at all costs. He is your literal heart on your sleeve ...a raw exposed nerve. So easy to take advantage, to get close, to take you apart, through him. He will always be a weakness. Look how easy it was to get to you. It will be even easier to get to him. It was last time."

Batman was purposely trying to expose his weak points. It was part of what made him such a fierce opponent. His almost Sherlock-esque way of analyzing a person and using that information to gain the upper hand.

The mercenary was still poised and ready for a fight. The atmosphere was tense and electric. His single eye was trained on the Dark Knight above him, never leaving his sights.

"You say he is not a killer and yet he seemed perfectly content to take me out the last time we saw each other," Bruce began speaking again, closer than before.

"I said he wasn't a murderer, there is a difference . He has killed before, in defense and when someone has done him wrong." It was then that Slade smirked "I guess he wanted to kill you that day because you had done him wrong. I guess kidnap and brainwashing don't really fly with that young crowd anymore."

"It is you who has brainwashed him! If he thinks he is not a murderer. If he thinks he hasn't tied himself to a killer and a rapist. You! ...You raped my son!" Batman rasps out, loosing a small amount of control. Its gone as quick as it appears. "And one day, some day soon I suspect, he will wake up and realize it himself and he will leave you. He will run from the monster that you are."

It was Slade's turn to bark out a laugh.

"And then what? What will happen to him when he 'leaves' me?"

"He will be put on trial and locked away somewhere where no one will ever find him. Look at the life you have brought him into?! He will always have to watch his back, always having to keep one step a head in case something or someone comes for him. What kind of life is that?!"

"He chose this life-"

"No he didn't, he was dragged into it! Brainwashed and manipulated. He was a scared little kid! You took advantage of him! You raped him. A fifteen year old child. You just use him for your own gains. You don't care about him. You only care about yourself!"

"I gave him his freedom early in our relationship. He was free to go a long time ago and still is free to go. He chooses to stay with me."

"I refuse to believe there isn't another reason, your hold on him-"

"Then what of Roy Harper, Bats? Did I brainwash him too? Am I manipulating him as well? Turned him to the dark side? Or maybe, just maybe he sees the reality of the situation. That Robin is happy where he is, wants to be there. So much so that the little redheaded hero decided to come along for the ride. I bet that makes you furious."

Slade really begins to contemplate if he needed to deal with the Bat right now or if not, then what would become of this in the future? The older mercenary felt his emotions spiking in rage. Did he really think he could just ambush him and take him out? Would Bruce be this reckless? If he pressed enough than Slade would have to kill him. Was that the Dark Knight's play, here? Had he lost his mind?

He didn't know how Robin would react to that. Batman. Dead. By Slade's hand.

'he will wake up and realize it himself and he will leave you. He will run from the monster that you are.' Bruce was taunting him.

Was the man really that desperate for them not to be together? Would he risk everything for Richard Grayson, Boy Wonder, his adopted son?

"You are a sad, lonely, pathetic man who just needs to get over it. Now I know where Robin used to get his childish antics from. I am so glad he overcame that. Go back to Gotham Bruce."

It was then that Batman made his next move, dropping down in the dark like a force of nature, cape surrounding him like wings as he flew through the air from the ceiling. He managed to land a good hit to Slade's side before the one-eyed man quickly flipped away. Slade opened fire again, two of his shots making contact with the Dark Knights chest and leg, both going through the thick Kevlar. Slade was more and more impressed with his new gun. He saw the flash of pain and surprise in Bruce's eyes. It didn't seem to slow him down though as he charged the mercenary, both of them clashing together, a bat-a-rang swiftly pushing the gun out of Slade's hand, making it skid across the floor away from the mercenary.

"Don't like my new toy then?" Slade grunted out, dodging a fist rapidly flying towards his face.

Batman charged again and managed to pin Slade to a stone pillar. The impact of their bodies making chunks of rock splutter to the floor from the brutal force. Bruce was snarling, his anger evident in the punches and kicks that were never ending. The one-eyed man kept his own though, bobbing and weaving. But the man managed to break a few of his ribs with his blows, he was a little faster than Slade wanted to admit.

Slade gripped one of his hidden knives quickly and thrust it into Bruce's side harshly. Batman grunted and the few seconds delay allowed Slade to break free with an uppercut to the man's jaw. Bruce staggered backwards, clearly in pain but still seemed raring to go.

This gave Slade the chance to draw his duel sword blades from his back, the metal scrapping together as he spun them in his hands, steeping into an attack position, looking deadly. His face hardened. So this was how it was going to be then? Batman was risking everything coming after him. If Slade killed him, and he very well might have to, would Robin ever forgive him? Slade didn't have a choice. The man just wouldn't stop coming.

"This is your last chance Bats, no more messing around. This is foolish, its time to give up. Leave before you can't.." he raised his swords into form in front of his face, poised to strike at a moments notice. "Face the reality Bats. Robin has outgrown you. He doesn't want to play with you anymore."

Batman seemed to fly towards him. Unleashing a heated battle cry. What ensued was an intense and bloody fight. Slade had a very clear advantage, however. The mercenary had always wondered why the Dark Knight didn't really carry a solid weapon. He had his tech and a few gadgets, bat-a-rangs and smoke pellets. But the man never had a sword, a staff, or even a gun. He was more hand-to-hand combat, trick manoeuvres and grappling hook. All that paired with Slade's duel swords were laughable.

There was a reason that the last time Bruce had fought Robin they hadn't used any weapons, too much of an unfair advantage.

The fighting continued, Batman managing to get a few good shots that Slade hadn't been expecting. Then the tides quickly turned though when the mercenary managed to stab one of his swords clean through Bruce's first knife wound. He then countered it up with his other sword, slashing the man's leg where his bullet had gone. The Dark Knight hissed in pain and lashed out with his fist. Slade wasn't prepared for the hit to electrocute him and the shock had him grunting in pain. Batman smashed a hard fist into his face, but Slade managed to keep his balance as he shook off the effect and continued his assault.

Blow after blow, slash after slash. Slade slowly picked away against Bruce. It was brutal and messy. The large command room was a mess, equipment damaged or broken. Blood spatters on the floor here and there, broken scattered concrete everywhere. Slade was in much better shape than Bruce. The Dark Knight was cut in a lot of places, most of the blood his. His mouth and nose were bleeding and he was limping. He was panting and was struggling to keep his balance.

Slade's had a few broken ribs, dislocated shoulder and a small cut across his throat from where Bruce had used a damaged cable cord to wrap it around his neck, attempting to strangle him during the fight.

Batman let out an anguished noise and approached him again, sluggishly. It was nothing for Slade to kick him to the ground, the power of it sending the off balance Knight rolling across the floor on his side, his back slamming against a stone pillar that had managed to stay damage free.

"You stupid stupid man! No one is going to take him away from me again. Anyone who dares will die! You should have just left it alone!" Slade shouted, running forward, his good hand grasping his lethal blade tightly. It was time to end this.

Slade made for the final blow, but Bruce managed to roll slightly and the blade ended up going right through his shoulder on the opposite side of where Slade had originally been aiming, which had been his heart. Batman shouted in pain. The mercenary sneered, kicked the man onto his back and sunk his knee brutally into the Knights sternum, punching the air from his lungs, but keeping him in place.

"You had too many chances Bruce! You should have just let it go! Now I have to kill you, say goodbye Bats. Know that it was you who pushed Robin away, it was you who thought of him as a weakness. You who betrayed him. He will be relieved when you die, he wont mourn you at all."

Batman laughed coldly, blood sputtering out of his mouth."Your wrong. He will see you for what you truly are, he'll hate you and never forgive you. He won't be able to even look you in the eye, haha," he spat out more blood. "with my death, you lose Deathstroke!"

...and with that, with Bruce's cold, hate-filled eyes piercing into his own he brought his sword down, aiming for the heart of the beast...

"STOP!"

Slade had only seconds to register the third voice before a blast of intense, hot, red light hit him just as he was about to sink his sword into flesh. The blast of heat sent him flying backwards, swords flying in two directions as he was blasted through a wall.

Ow...

When Slade pulled himself from the floor of the room he had been launched into, he finally registered who had attacked him. The man in blue was unmistakable. But the intense and disdainful gaze he expected to be aimed at him from Superman was trained on his partner, who wasn't looking too good at the moment.

"Are you crazy?!" Superman shouted at Batman.

"Clark..." he sputtered out, trying to sit up from the floor. Pained grunts leaving his mouth.

"Diana told me this vendetta still had a hold on you. But when I got the call from her that you were here, in Echo City, I had hoped it wasn't for this reason. What were you thinking?! He was going to kill you! How can you be so reckless! What about the League? What about everyone in Gotham!?"

"He deserves to die! Help me take him out Clark...what he has done to Richard..."

Slade watched in astonishment as Superman slowly shook his head, almost in pity for his friend and the path he was on at the moment.

"Richard is gone Bruce. He has been put to rest. You need to let this go. Be finished with this burden you bare. Its over. It was over two years ago, my stubborn friend."

"No...its not over, you can help me."

Superman shook his head sadly and turned to regard the mercenary who had silently been watching from the sidelines, unsure of whether the man in blue would attack or not. It didn't look to be the case.

"I'm taking him..." Superman says firmly to Slade. Bruce can be heard sneering out a 'no', but he was in no shape to argue. The man in blue reached into Batman's utility belt and pulled out a vial with a small syringe attached inside it, removing the needle with a sedative fluid lodged in it. It was normally used for criminals. He then quickly pressed the needle into Batman's neck before the Dark Knight could even even react.

"Clark!"

But it was too late, the sedative working right away, Bruce loosing the battle of consciousness.

"I could have you all exposed in a matter of seconds if need be." Slade bit out.

"You could," the black-haired man agreed. "But if you don't. I will personally see to it that you are never bothered by him again. You or your partner."

"I don't see how that is possible. He is clearly not willing to give up, putting his life on the line for it. I did not expect this level of brutality, he is clearly unstable. He isn't to be trusted. I don't trust either of you."

"He won't be a problem for you anymore," Superman said firmly, again. Slade felt the heat of that gaze, cold and forceful. "Do not seek him out, do not come to Gotham, do not expose us, do not get in our way. We will do the same. You have my word. Those are my terms. He will not bother you or Richa—Robin again."

Slade studied the man before him. Not sure if he could trust what he was saying. Superman seemed just as irritated at Bruce as Slade had been. He, the League, knew what Slade and Robin were capable of. Even if either of them died, there were procedures in place that would leak all their secrets to the world should anything happen to Echo City's power couple.

The silence was broken when Slade's communicator began to ring, Robin's number flashing on the screen almost like perfect clockwork, he was supposed to be back home by now. Both men remained motionless as the phone rang a few times and then went quiet. It was only ten seconds before it began ringing again.

"Fine," Slade ground out, reaching for his communicator but not answering it. "Get him out of my sight!"

Superman nodded once, grabbed Bruce and shot through the roof in seconds, leaving a hole in the building and the night sky shinning through like a window.

Funnily enough, all the power returned to the base only minutes after the heroes departure.

Slade had taken ten minutes to collect his thoughts and recenter himself before he called his husband back. He decided to keep this encounter a secret for now, unsure of the outcome should he tell Robin that Batman had ambushed him and had basically been dead before Superman saved the day.

Slade spent the next day and a half healing from the wounds that Bruce had inflected on him. He hadn't told Robin anything on the phone other than he would be delayed for a day or so.

Then he had told his security team that he had cut the power to the building himself to fix a few electrical elements before his team came to fix the cameras. Sure, there would be questions asked about the state of the building, but that would come days from now, as his staff weren't expected to be at the Outpost for a few days.

Staying away for a little while also allowed Slade to reflect on what had just occurred, some of the things Bruce had shouted at him in the heat of battle. He should have expected this...but he hadn't. He thought Bruce would be smarter than this, after what had happened last time.

He had been wrong.

...and would he be wrong again?

"Look how easy it was to get to you. It will be even easier to get to him. It was last time."

Slade sighed and ran a hand through his bloody white hair.

A/N: Sooo...? Who all thought, at first, that it was Robin who yelled "STOP!" hehe I know that some of you did.

What did you think about the Prologue?

There are still 3 more chapters to this bad boy. Heheh. Before all of you start theorizing about what happens with Batman now. He is done. It really is over and you wont be seeing him again, in this story at least.

This story is going to focus a little more on some of the things Batman said. I'll let you think about that. The conflict is not over. But don't worry, there is still more smut to be had as well ;)

What is gonna happen when Slade finally gets home? He probably wont be in the best of moods, I'd say.

Tune in October 24th to find out!

/Jayto