Deathstroke opened his mouth. How could he not know? Joseph had always seemed to think that staying with Schiller was dangerous, as if he did not have a proper grasp of his own father's abilities.
Schiller was indeed dangerous, but Deathstroke understood that lunatics usually were not all that interested in someone who did jobs for money. As long as he held firm to that point, his life would not be in danger. And for an enhanced man like him, as long as it was not life-threatening, it was not danger.
On the contrary, getting close to Schiller had a lot of benefits. For example, he could get commissions from the Justice League, and he could spend Batman's money without the slightest restraint. Judging by Schiller's ability to create employment opportunities, there would definitely be even more commissions in the future.
Deathstroke's decision to maintain a relatively close relationship with Schiller was the result of careful consideration, not something that had just happened because they had run into each other. To put it bluntly, they were all living on the edge anyway. What difference did it make which blade he stood closer to? Joseph clearly had not realized this, and had far too many unnecessary worries.
But now, it was his turn. Even though he knew in his heart that Joseph had grown up and was no longer the little boy who would cling to his leg and cry, and that he even had superpowers—area mind reading, precise mental manipulation, abilities that really left nothing to worry about—he still could not help himself.
He did not want to seem too weak, or too out of control, so he could only pretend to be rational as he said, "Joseph isn't suited for this line of work. Superpowers aren't enough. He's too