90%

The entire time that their little back and forth happens, Slade's face never changes a wink. Stone faced and unmoving as reaches forward to press the elevator button. Well, this guy certainly didn't work for Vought, either. Which means he hadn't been here for official reasons regarding Slade's most recent contract. Accent was French, kit was too basic to be any sort of authority. Stench of gunpowder, and other illicit substances would lead to a few other conclusions.

❝  YOU  THINK  YOURE  SO  SMART  .  ❞  but  wade  does  relate  ,  every  now  &  then  :  he  feels  the  same  .  as  though  he  is  unstoppable  .  as  if  no  one  can  do  what  HE  DOES  .  then  the  thoughts  in  his  head  spin  like  crazy  ,  almost  make  him  feel  dizzy  .  when  his  ego  is  bigger  than  he  actually  is  .  another  shiver  runs  down  his  spine  .  he  can  still  feel  skin  heal  back  together  ,  it  stings  and  itches  .  HE  HATES  THIS  FEELING  MORE  THAN  ANYTHING  .

Truth be told, Slade didn't think he was smart. It was truthfully against his will that his brain processed information and knowledge in such an efficient way. It was as though his brain were a supercomputer overclocked beyond all rational measure. That was the difference between them, wasn't it? Wade's healing was an ability, Slade's was him manipulating his individual cells to do whatever he wanted.

Slade taunting Dick Grayson:

She rolled her eye, it was such a him response. Really, what else should she have expected him to say? Something to the effect of 'yeah maybe I shouldn't drag you into so much shit'? Maybe in her wildest dreams, maybe with a man who wasn't her father. She crossed her arms. "You don't have to invite me to these things if the complaining really is so bad you know,"

"I coulda done this myself, you know?"

❝  youre  super  mean  ,  thats  fucked  up  .  ❞  he  feels  skin  tingle  &  regenerate  back  to  normal  ,  the  sensation  is  uncomfortable  (  hes  never  liked  it  )  and  finally  he  can  get  back  up  to  his  feet  .  STILL  FEELS  BLOOD  DRIP  DOWN  HIS  LEG  -  ❝  dont  wanna  burst  your  bubble  ,  but  when  you  shoot  me  in  the  brain  it  actually  takes  me  some  MORE  time  to  regenerate  .  ❞

"I didn't say it'd take you more time to regenerate. I said it shut you up longer. The five seconds you're on your knees bleeding, silently swearing, it's a lot more than the two seconds it would take for you to grow enough brain matter to stand back up and start pissing me off." Regeneration math, numbers weren't exact, but he felt like they were close enough to matter to him. It was a calculated risk and he was great at math.