Deathstroke's Shadow (DP/YJ)

Chapter 4

No POV

(Two years earlier)

Deathstroke and Shadow were currently on a mission in a small town known as Amity Park. Apparently someone had contacted them to steal some information and kill anyone who may get in the way, except they weren't allowed to shoot one person in particular.

For a job this small the person hiring the two had to be of importance or had lots of money. 

"So... Deathy? Who was our contractor again?" Shadow asked in a bored tone.

What? They've been hiding out in an apartment complex that was apparently owned by the contact. And currently it was mid day. They didn't go out until tonight. At least this time they didn't have to worry about a Bat. All of this Shadow had on his mind.

"A man with ties to the Light." The spooky boy mercenary's father replied, not looking over from his position where he hovered over his laptop.

Shadow shot up from his spot. An answer. An actual answer. He has never once told him about their contractors. And probably for good reasons. He knew full well that Shadow would never kill civilians that haven't done wrong and knowing why someone might want someone else dead, Shadow might end up going after them as well. 

The young boy did know of the Light however. It was comprised of some of the richest, influential, and strongest of the villains one could get. He didn't know who ran it though, just that Deathstroke was hired by them a fair bit. And if they wanted a job done, then so be it. No matter how minimal the task seemed.

Bored out of his mind, he got up and went to go see what Deathy was working on. He propped himself up on his father figure's head, using him as balance.  

"Fenton Works?" Shadow read aloud and continued to read through.

"Seriously? Ghost hunters? You can't be serious. They must have a serious affinity with Ghost Busters." He muttered sarcastically. 

"Never believe that something couldn't exist." Slade told him, seemingly just fine with being the kid's leaning post.

***

Darkness finally fell over the city. And to Shadow, the best time of any day that comes. He wasn't as much of a fan of the day time. The darkness seemed so peaceful, but also held so many demons.

He stepped out of the apartment and hopped on the back of Slade's bike. Because apparently he couldn't have one of his own. 

"Because it's to dangerous for a kid to drive" as stated by the mercenary. 

"And yet, training a kid at the age of six how to use bow and arrows, dual swords, throwing knives, how to fire off an eagle pistol, then later an AS50 sniper rifle isn't to young? How is that any less dangerous?" Shadow asked, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.

"Because I said so. You can control the aim of a gun and put a fight on your own terms with practice. However, you can never control what another person does on the road." Deathstroke told his young protege. 

Shadow smiled at the flashback. It was the first time Slade had truly shown how much he cared for the boy. Even if Shadow thought he was being way overprotective.

Slade revved the engine and they were off into the empty streets of the small town. Unlike Gotham, it was easy to see around you without the heavy smog that came from a large city. The air was clean and you could actually see stars overhead. While the quietness was a nice change of pace in Shadow's eyes. Even still, he much preferred his home in Gotham. The large city filled with a self righteous bat and bird, polluted air, crime, and blood was home for him.