In a dark chamber lit only by dozens of monitors, the lone, imposing form of Slade Wilson leans forward in a high-backed chair, steepling his fingers as he peers over his surveillance.
"Of course, the Titans will rise to face me again and again. But what would happen if they could be... convinced to give into certain base instincts? What would they do if they didn't even notice the next crisis on their hands?"
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