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Who: Jericho, Slade
What: Family Bonding, Wilsons' style!
When: Backdated to February 24th
Where: Undisclosed location of Slade's secret lair.

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[whoisslade]

Slade was in full uniform as he had been each session these last few days.

This armor was important to him, not just for physical protection.

"I have sat idly by far too long without providing any sort of fatherly guidance in your life." He explained in his flat emotionless voice looming over the boy.

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Jericho didn't look away, staring up at him. Even if the rest of him was tired, he could do that. His hands moved again. 'So training is fatherly guidance?'

[whoisslade]

"Would you prefer I keep you locked up for the entire week with nothing to do?" He asked. He felt compelled to lash out with his foot, they were wasting time.

But no...no he'd earned himself a break.

"From now on Jericho...everything you do, everyone you interact with I will know, and I will be guiding you. Sometimes you may not see it, but my hand will play a part in your life from now on may your mother forgive me."

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'I just found it to be ironic, since mother is usually the one who trains us before I gained my powers.' Jericho responded. He did have to admit, he didn't like being stuck in the cage and it did let him release some of his frustration at his father.

At the next statement, however, some of it came back, a frown spreading across his face. 'Like with Beastboy?' He asked, moving his hands, giving a more disdainful look to Slade.