"Been a few years, pops," the young man growled. "When was it? Gotham City? Almost killed you then."
"Well, Sparta," Slade said, grabbing the hurled spear, "It's always nice to see you too. I suppose I could kill two birds with one stone."
"Don't bet on it," Sparta hissed. He drew a sword and shield. "I had a feeling you'd try to kill the girl you compared me to. As much as I dislike her, I hate you far more. For everything you did to my brother and me." He paused. "Terra, get out of the way. This is my fight."
"Yes be a dear, Terra, and get out of the way. Sparta's finished using you."