Deathstroke's Shadow (DP/YJ)

Chapter 2

Shadow's POV

Four years have passed since the day my parents died on that trapeze. I was taken in by a man called Slade Wilson, or better known to the world as Deathstroke. That night he promised me I would be able to avenge my parents' murderer. And that I did. We found Tony Zucco and I was given the pleasure of ending him. I ensured that he felt the same pain as I did that night straight up until his last breath.

After the promise from Deathstroke was fulfilled, he gave me the option to either leave and go back to a somewhat normal life or become his apprentice. I chose neither actually. I didn't want to leave him. I didn't want to leave his side. You see, I grew close to him in those months up until Zucco's death. He trained me, but more then that. He cared for me. So, I stayed and have this entire time. I became his partner -not apprentice- in the shadows. Thus the name Shadow. Danny Grayson died that night and Shadow was born. Ever since he took me in, he's become like a second father to me. And that I've been grateful for.

And that leads to today. I know my brother was adopted by a man named Bruce Wayne shortly after the incident. And I know Dick, the police, and even Batman were looking for me for the longest time. But, I just couldn't go back to that life. I knew if I stayed away long enough, the search would be dropped and I'd be thought of as dead.

I've kept tabs on Dick and while in took awhile, he's moved on from me now. I'm happy for him that he at least was able to maintain a semi normal life after what happened. I just couldn't be a part of that anymore. It was better that way anyway. I've killed people. My old self is dead in a way.

Deathstroke is a mercenary and while he thinks one day I might change my mind, I don't kill the good guys. As long as he's cool with that, I don't stop him when I don't agree on one of his missions. I do, however, take the cases of murderers, rapists, abusers, junkies, and drug lords. I kill the ones that the supposed heroes of the Justice League will not. I agree with their motives, but I do not agree with the results. So, I take that part into my own hands.

"Shadow! Where are you?!" I heard my babysitter yell out.

Yes, babysitter. Apparently I can't take care of myself. 'Because you're still a ten year old kid,' Deathstroke's word, not mine. Go figure, I'm old enough to know how to use bow and arrows, throwing knives, and fire off an AK-47, but I'm not old enough to stay home alone for two hours while dad goes out to play. Despite all of that, I'm still having a great time.

I look down from my hiding spot on the chandelier. Harley Quinn was currently trying to find me in the current game of hide n' seek.

Yep, Harley Quinn. Though she ditched the Joker a year or so ago when she finally realised how messed up he was. Last I heard he was currently rotting away in Arkham, put there by the bat. Though I told Harley that if he ever broke out, I'd personally make sure he could never hurt her again.

Anyways, it's so far been half an hour since I disappeared. Despite changing so much since the circus, a lot hasn't change. Like the fact I can get into areas others can't and no one can ever seem to find me.

"Oh, come on, Spooky! Can't we play another game?" She pouted.

I really couldn't say no to her when she looked so sad like that. I should fix that.

I grabbed a water balloon out of seemingly no where and threw it down on her. It exploded on contact, red paint going all over her.

"My hair! My clothes!" She whined.

I cackled out in amusement. The sound bouncing off the walls in a way that made it only more creepy and impossible to know where I was coming from.