Meltzer. Back. The fuck. Away. From my canon.
Get your hands the *hell* off Slade. For that matter, get your hands the hell off Terra before she rips them off with a boulder and makes you *eat* them.
Do not fucking *tell* me that Slade Wilson made Tara fucking Markov crazy. Do not fucking tell me that he made her crazy because he *wanted* her crazy. Tara Markov *terrified* that man. Tara could make him *beg* for her to back off.
Tara fucking Markov was the best little sociopath he'd ever known, and it wasn't because he fed her the fucking serum (which didn't even WORK THAT WAY because fucking *Cheshire* hadn't gotten her poisonous, brilliant little hands on it yet) to make her crazy. Hell, the girl was meta. Stuff makes metas crazy in a different *way*.
I don't care if you want to make Geo-Force a badass. I don't care if you want some fancy superpowered psychopathic assassin. *Stop fucking retconning twenty years of character development to do it*.
And *don't* fucking insult me by taking Tara's agency away from her. Don't you fucking *dare* make that terrifying, *badass* force of nature a *victim*.
George Perez and Marv Wolfman want *words* with you, Meltzer. Me? I just want your fucking hack head on a plate.