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Contract by Marshmallow____Pillow
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Arkham Knight Genesis (Comics), Batman: Arkham - All Media Types, Batman: Arkham (Video Games)
10 Feb 2024
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Summary
Slade Wilson was a lot of things: Deathstroke, a renowned mercenary, assassin, master tactician, a perpetual thorn in the Bat’s ass; but if there were some things he was not, it was tolerant of tardiness,
and a fucking nursemaid
“Get the hell up,” Slade ground out, slapping his employer’s face, being mindful of the vomit smeared on half of it, dripping from his chin. The motion revealed the heat radiating off the boy. The Arkham Knight remained motionless from where he was lying in a pool of his own piss and vomit. Dead to the world. His slow pulse indicated he was sick and wouldn’t be cognizant for an indeterminate amount of time. Slade followed the breathing exercises drilled into his head from his military days, trying to quell the anger. He had dealt with worse than parasuicidal contractors. But the act just made the reek of acid and rot pervade his sinuses - doing nothing to help his temper.