quickly. But at his age, what did quick mean?

Slade listened closely he could hear the Bat wheezing. There was a sizable bruise building up where his two bullets struck. He wasn’t the man he used to be. But he’d be damned if he let that stop him.

Raising his leg, he slammed his foot into the side of Slade’s knee. He had to end this

—

Bruce grit his teeth and grunted as he felt the ballistics fire against his armor. He took a deep breath, then pushed out to exhale the pain.

He rushed Slade, raising his forearm to let the steel of his blade clash there instead. He was old. He was rusty. He could definitely feel it. If

—

“Impressive.”

Bruce approached from behind. The first time he’d seen a Batman bigger than him. He’d seen a whole Hell of a lot of them over his years.

He patted the others back, a signal for him to rise. He stared down at Gotham. “She calls for us. She calls for help. Lets go, man.”

It was an easy curtain to drop. He knew Slade would walk away from any punishment Bruce would give him. But it was Bruce’s job to making walking away just a little harder.

his years. As long as those men could live to walk another day, he would give them the benefit of the doubt. Another chance to rectify their actions. It was his duty to.

All that said, the restraint he held on to for so long was out of the window when it came to Deathstroke the Terminator.

—

ability to overturn world powers. To eliminate. To erase. But Bruce showed restraint. He made the hard decision to look through the dirty window of injustice and find the light behind the eyes of those who he deemed in need of a punishment. It was the one restraint he had held on to in all of

—

Bruce stayed silent. Talk was cheap. And to be frank, be had already grown annoyed with Slade’s pointless banter.

Bruce shifted to the right and slammed his fist into Slade’s ribcage.

The two were dangerously alike. Both capably violent men. Both extremely trained. They each had the

—

was going to use them he’d at least know to finish the job. “Don’t delay the inevitable, Slade. If you’re going to kill me—

He grabbed Slade by his shirt, headbutting him. “𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓.“

The Batman raised his arm and allowed the blade to clash against the steel of his gauntlet. It sparked against it with a loud ‘CLINK!’

Typical. Slade was never one to face things with his fists. He relied on cheap accessories like swords and guns. Bruce was no stranger to weaponry. But if he

—

He kept his arms at his side. He felt no danger from the pathetic bastard that called himself ‘Deathstroke the Terminator’. He was too old. Too experienced.

“I’ll tell you what, Slade. The first move belongs to you.”

He stood still, waiting for him to thrust his sword.

Grayson? He hadn’t heard that name in years. The two hadn’t been in contact for close to a decade.

“I’ve no idea, Slade. But I’ll be damned if I let you find him.”

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