So the rumors were true."
He tossed aside the rifle and jumped down from the rooftop, landing like a panther.
"Let's see what the Young Lord of the League can do."
Damian mirrored his stance—calm, firm, absolutely still.
"You should have stayed hidden, Slade."
Slade chuckled.
"You sound like your mother."
Damian didn't respond.
He moved.
Sun Breathing: Fifth Form — "Flames of Illumination"
Damian shot forward in a burst of controlled heat, closing the distance instantly.
But Slade had fought speedsters.
He kicked the boy aside and countered with a brutal downward strike.
Damian flipped away, landing lightly.
Slade cracked his knuckles.
"Not bad.
But you're not fast enough."
Damian exhaled.
"You haven't seen fast."
He inhaled—
A controlled, perfect Sun Breath.
His muscles ignited with power.
Slade Attacks — Damian Reads Everything
Slade rushed in, sword slicing across the air.
But Transparent World broke Slade down into pieces:
Muscle tension.
Foot pressure.
Breathing rhythm.
Weight shift.
All visible.
All predictable.
Damian tilted his head a fraction—
Slade's blade cut nothing but smoke.
Slade snarled and swung again.
Damian ducked.
Slade kicked.
Damian spun away.
A flurry of attacks—
all dodged effortlessly.
Slade stepped back, annoyed.
"You're reading me…
like you know my next move."
Damian didn't brag.
Damian ducked.
Slade kicked.
Damian spun away.
A flurry of attacks—
all dodged effortlessly.
Slade stepped back, annoyed.
"You're reading me…
like you know my next move."
Damian didn't brag.
He simply answered:
"I do."
Slade laughed.
"Then try reading this."
He pressed a button on his belt.
Explosives detonated behind Damian.
Damian Leaps Through Fire
BOOM!
Flames shot upward, tearing the rooftop apart.
But fire didn't scare Damian.
He moved through it.
Like it was guiding him.
Like it belonged to him.
Slade blinked.
What are you?"
Damian stepped out of the burning smoke, golden eyes glowing.
Slade charged again, faster and more aggressive—
But Damian saw it before it began.
He stepped inside Slade's guard—
And struck him across the jaw, sending him skidding across the rooftop.
Slade rolled, wiped blood from his lip, and smirked.
"You hit harder than Batman."
Damian froze—
just for a moment.
Slade caught it.
"Oh?
Sensitive topic?"
Damian lowered his stance.
His voice dropped to a dangerous calm.
"You won't speak of him."
Slade shrugged.
"I'll speak of anything I want.
Especially when you're about to die."
The Killing Blow — or Mercy?
Slade unleashed a volley of rapid slashes.
Damian evaded every one.
The final thrust came straight for Damian's heart.
Damian sidestepped, grabbed Slade's arm, twisted—
CRACK!
Slade's sword arm snapped.
Slade roared, dropping to one knee.
"Tch… damn brat…"
Damian placed two fingers at Slade's throat
One precise strike would end it.
The System's mission was clear:
Kill Slade Wilson.
His reward waited.
His victory guaranteed.
His future would ignite with fire.
Slade looked up at him.
"That's right…
Do it."
Damian's breath slowed.
He wasn't like Batman.
Slade would kill him.
Slade would come back.
His fingers trembled slightly.
Not from fear.