"Slade, someone wants to see you."
Inside the newly reopened Arkham Asylum, Slade Joseph Wilson was resting with his eyes closed when a guard knocked on the bars.
At the clang of metal, Slade opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.
He had already struck a deal with Lex Luthor. Putting the past behind them, Lex had forgiven Slade for trying to assassinate him, and they were preparing to join forces against the Justice League.
The Justice League's arrival had made Lex realize that he couldn't take on these metahumans alone.
He needed to find some habitual criminals...
He respected Deathstroke Slade's abilities.
With a plan and enough preparation, even Superman could be beaten.
All they needed was Kryptonite.
So Slade followed the guard calmly to a room, ready to leave Arkham Asylum.
This really wasn't a place for people to live.
All these villains had one psychological problem or another.
As someone who considered himself perfectly normal, Slade felt they weren't fit to associate with him.
"Get in."
The guard said it arrogantly.
He kept a wary eye on Slade, ready to zap him with his baton at the slightest suspicious move.
Slade said nothing, merely nodding before walking in.
The room was dark and bare, with only a table and a chair.
The chair faced away from him, so he couldn't see who was sitting in it.
On guard, Slade didn't speak right away.
Sure enough, the other person couldn't hold back.
In an affected tone, he said, "Deathstroke. Who is he? You're Deathstroke?"
"Who are you?"
Slade's heart sank. So this wasn't one of Lex Luthor's people.
"Who do you think?"
The chair turned around. Deadpool Wade, dressed in uniform, looked at Deathstroke Slade.
Slade immediately felt that something was off.
Why did Deadpool somehow