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    Summary

    Title comes from the song Love Me Dead by Ludo.

    Slade didn’t bother going to the bedroom. His ears were ringing, his head pounding with what was undoubtedly a concussion. He simply slumped over the nearest wall — well, to be more accurate to say he slammed his back against the nearest. Not that the semantics of it fucking mattered at all. Either way, he slid down the floor, his blood leaving a streak of crimson as he sat down. The smear probably looked rather pretty against the light pastel color. Maybe Slade would frame it, make it a showpiece. That would certainly make him visit this particular place more often.

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    Slade arrives at one of his Gotham safe houses, broken and bleeding. He has more pressing matters at hand than taking care of his injuries.

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