"He's your own nephew!" Roland felt this guy was being downright inhuman.
"Winning this one won't do much. The outcome's already decided," Superboy-Prime said.
"No, I have to win back some pride!"
"That sounds impressive, but when you remember you're talking about bullying your nephew, it's just embarrassing.
" Superboy-Prime curled his lip.
"Stay out of it and set it up already!" Dead Servant drew his katana. "I'm itching for a fight!"
"—Having a relative like this must be rough on Deathstroke," Roland sighed.
"Definitely." Superboy-Prime nodded. "His son was rebellious, too, and ended up getting himself killed—
—No wonder he kept trying to make Robin his son."
"Hmm—is this some kind of Ding Xie logic? His son indirectly died at Robin and his friends' hands, so he wanted Robin to become his son?" Roland quipped.
"It's perfectly normal for people in our family to like pretty young men," Dead Servant said. "I'm the same."
"—What a disgrace to Slade's family." Roland shook his head.
Superboy-Prime nodded, too. "Tell me about it."
"Enough talk. Let's get started!"
Slade's home.
After Deathstroke had spent some time working on it, Grant had gradually accepted his father, and his mental state had stabilized.
Deathstroke's training had made him stronger, and he occasionally went to challenge Nightwing to a fight. There was no particular reason for it; Deathstroke simply thought very highly of Nightwing, and that annoyed him.
But with Grant's fighting ability, he could pretty much only get thrashed when he faced Nightwing. He often came home covered in bruises.
"Your movements are too sloppy. Any professionally trained opponent could easily exploit your openings, let alone an expert like Nightwing." Deathstroke sidestepped Grant's slash, seized his elbow, and threw him. "Pay attention to the details."
"Okay." Grant nodded and got up, ready to