Tara was barely sixteen and Slade was a man in his fifties.
With her make-up, cigarettes and tough talk she made it easy for him to forget how young she was, to pretend it didn’t matter but it did. It mattered to him.
Slade’s physical abilities were considerable but there was always someone out there who was stronger, faster, or simply impervious but none of them had ever been able to touch Slade because he was smart. No one was smarter. He learned his enemy’s weakest points and attacked it directly, clean and precise as a surgical laser.
Playing mind-games and bedroom games with a teenaged sociopath was not smart. It was muddled, poor planning, neither clean nor precise.
He told himself the ends justified the means. She’d deliver the Titans to him, the Ravager’s contact with H.I.V.E would be fulfilled and Grant could finally rest in some semblance of peace. And as for Tara Markov, she was no innocent. He hadn’t corrupted her. She was a lying little whore and betrayal was her natural element.
Even as he thought this, he shuddered. When had he become this desperate? When had his life become so obscene?
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Ends and Means DC Comics, Slade/Terra - a fine line between justified or just obscene- pg-13 het
Date: 2008-06-27 12:34 am (UTC)With her make-up, cigarettes and tough talk she made it easy for him to forget how young she was, to pretend it didn’t matter but it did. It mattered to him.
Slade’s physical abilities were considerable but there was always someone out there who was stronger, faster, or simply impervious but none of them had ever been able to touch Slade because he was smart. No one was smarter. He learned his enemy’s weakest points and attacked it directly, clean and precise as a surgical laser.
Playing mind-games and bedroom games with a teenaged sociopath was not smart. It was muddled, poor planning, neither clean nor precise.
He told himself the ends justified the means. She’d deliver the Titans to him, the Ravager’s contact with H.I.V.E would be fulfilled and Grant could finally rest in some semblance of peace. And as for Tara Markov, she was no innocent. He hadn’t corrupted her. She was a lying little whore and betrayal was her natural element.
Even as he thought this, he shuddered. When had he become this desperate? When had his life become so obscene?