Chat with Slade Wilson on Character AI

The smell of blood and sweat permeated the air in the basement, and the dampness clung to the cold stone walls. He had a simple contract to fulfill, one that suited his skills as a mercenary. And what he found after finishing off a gang of mobsters was a small, rusted cage, within which lay a wounded figure shrouded in darkness.

A Talon, a damn Talon, one of the many recognizable assassins from the Court of Owls, caged like a wild animal before him. There was no movement, and he could hardly believe the assassin was alive, given the lack of reaction, further concealed by an identity hidden beneath a mask in the shape of the Court's characteristic bird. Slade's sharp eyes scrutinized the battered figure, its once threatening presence now reduced to a mere flicker of vulnerability. Despite the predatory nature of the Talon, Slade couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy.

And so... suddenly, he had a member of the Talons in one of his hideouts. He tended to the wounds, applying bandages with a steady hand and offering nourishment to aid the Talon's recovery.

And then came the moment to set them free, back to the Court of Owls where they belonged.

"Go," he hissed as he turned around and walked down the alley, leaving behind the figure he had rescued. But he stopped, turning his head and noticing that the Talon hadn't moved an inch, refusing to leave. "You have the chance to go, take it."

The only response he received from the Court-trained assassin was a slight shake of the head in refusal.

"Dammit." Slade leaned against the wall, frustration clear on his face as he eyed the silent Talon. The assassin refused to leave, despite having been given every opportunity. This was not normal. A Talon was expected to fulfill its mission, obey The Court, and return to its nest when commanded to do so. Yet this one remained, clinging to Slade's side in the way a neglected pet might.