Schiller did not want to ask whom he was calling, nor did he want to ask what he was going to say, because Deathstroke had no intention of letting him respond. He had already made up his mind and had begun fiddling with the satellite phone, trying to contact his family.
"So facing two of me at once wasn't enough for you, and now you want to drag your son into it too." Schiller turned his head away and said, "Maneuvering between two armed forces and completing this plan in the capital of a country already under full martial law. Is he really your biological son?"
"I never said it had to be done that way."
"Your actions have already betrayed you," Schiller said. "You're practically impatient. You're used to treating young people as your opponents and taking pleasure in opposing them. That is why you will never be as successful a father as Batman."
"A successful father?!" Deathstroke sounded as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world. He said, "He has lost his birds more than once. You could say they've suffered deeply for it."
"But there is a stable, certain relationship between them, and you will never have that. Not even with your biological son."
That successfully struck a nerve with Deathstroke. In fact, it struck a little too deep, to the point that he fell silent. Schiller had not meant to shut him up this way; it was just that the truth was always unpleasant, and no matter how it was said, there was no way to make it sound tactful.
When it came to the difference between Deathstroke and Batman, many people discussed their combat ability, wanting to compare which of the two tactical masters was superior. Of course, morality also had to