Brother Act

A.N.: I know it's probably not the first time someone has written about this, but the plot bunny appeared and wouldn't leave me alone. Also, see if you can find the shameless reference to another piece that I wrote. Enjoy!

The door opened of its own accord and closed with a loud bang. This was why Slade looked up from trying to find his eye patch to listen to what happened next.

Just as silently as whoever was in his house, Slade located his eye patch and wrapped a towel around himself.

Just as soon as he smashed his bathroom door busting through it, red arms wrapped themselves around his bare neck.

"Wade…" he warned, muscles tense. "Get. Off. Of me."

A red mask appeared before him.

"But you're so cute," it said. No, Wade's eye didn't skip the way that the other's eye rolled at the term, nor did he forget how much he hated to be called that infernal word.

Finally, Slade sighed. "What do you want?"

"What; so every time I come over it has to be for an ulterior motive? I just want to hang out, big brother. Brought us some beer!" To prove this, he reached back to where Slade knew he didn't have any pockets and pulled out a full case of booze.

"…Where were you keeping that?"

"In my magic satchel."

"Where did you get that?"

"The writer gave it to me."

"And who's the writer?"

"I don't know. Someone with a computer."

Slade sighed again and waved Wade off, heading toward his bedroom to change. A few minutes later, he emerged in a t-shirt, dog tags, and sweatpants. He also tossed a similar combination towards his brother.

"Get changed," he said, closing his eye at Wade's gleeful "Weeee!" as he barged into Slade's room. The elder took a beer from the case and flipped through the channels on TV, eventually settling for a Tarantino movie about a blonde ninja.

Wade reappeared, looking like a rotten avocado, and squealed.

"Ooh! I love this part!" The character on screen, in one fluid motion, sliced off another's head.

"Wade, I swear, if you're going to talk through the whole movie again, I will-"

"Hush!"

Wade finished two beers by the time Slade finished one and then went off to make a sandwich.

"You better not make a mess of my kitchen, Wade!"

A katana whisked through the air and was followed by a string of curses. He appeared a moment later with one arm bound in paper towels and duct tape, while the held a plate.

"Want a hand sandwich?" He asked, repeating the phrase each time he tried to get it close to his brother's face until he took the plate and threw it across the room.

"Guess you wouldn't," Wade remarked with a laugh and another beer. "I mean, you're old enough to be my dad, white-head." Slade tiredly ran a hand through his snowy hair.

"And you're immature enough to be my son."

"Ooh, keep talking, daddy!" Slade could have just thrown up right then and there.

"Just shut up and watch," he grumbled.

A.N.: So, did you find the reference? Let me know if you did. While researching Deathstroke, I found out that he once had a half-brother named Wade LaFarge. You learn something new every day, I guess. Thank you for your time, and GOD BLESS!