Deathstroke.

My services aren't cheap, but there is no price cap on assuring this sort of job is done, and done right, no matter the cost, and that is what I pride myself on

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@RavagerNoir - a hint of truth too that.*

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@RavagerNoir - turning around, as if embarrassed to speak of it, but was forced to because he was so impressed, which there was more than -

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@RavagerNoir - needed it.* Will likely hang for Queen and country, though. You're very good. *He added the last part quickly, without -

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@RavagerNoir - had no bearing on his current state of awareness somehow wanted her respect, in a different way than the logical Slade -

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@RavagerNoir - That was by design, of course, but that was besides the point. Besides, somewhere deep inside, a weaker version of him that -

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@RavagerNoir - truth. In fact, he'd likely scare her off if she simply found out he'd been killing that night, which, for once, he hadn't. -

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@RavagerNoir - dropped the towel in the wash bin and turned away from her, before adding.* He's alive. *It wouldn't hurt to tell her the -

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@RavagerNoir - staging facilities. Gave him money and transport in exchange for the bombing last month. I took him back to the police. *He -

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@RavagerNoir - towel in his hand, he gave his daughter a shrug.* AWOL pilot, tipped off the Nazi's where the military's been keeping their -

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@RavagerNoir - which largely was the way she'd been acting around him since he'd visited her in the orphanage. Looking down at the bloody -

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@RavagerNoir - usual protective blankness he so often gave off. For some reason, he felt that she was lingering, as if questioning him, -

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@RavagerNoir - and shoulderplates, before turning to find Rose awaiting in the wings. For a moment, Slade simply stared, his face the -

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@RavagerNoir - up his armor, now down to the clothes beneath, he took a towel and washed the small modules of blood from his chestplate -

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@RavagerNoir - the first time, Slade became aware of the silence. Aware, however, did not make him want to break it. Focusing on hanging -

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@RavagerNoir - With that thought suddenly in mind, Slade snapped his emotions down as if it were an awaiting misbehaving animal, and for -

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@RavagerNoir - flared up at the slight image of her going through her routine, despite the pain. She was so like, yet unlike her Mother. -

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@RavagerNoir - feel, beyond the pride of his work and his namesake that he'd carved a bloody oath through, but a small glimmer of it -

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@RavagerNoir - well, and proved that she was much more akin to him that he'd likened. Pride was not an emotion Slade allowed himself to -

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@RavagerNoir - unstrapping armor from his body, but nonetheless he felt the need to speak approval at the attitude. It would server her -