Ah ha, it looked like it was time for Deathstroke to return to the world. Before he could slide the infamous helmet on, she reached out to his face and held it as she contemplated. He really was a handsome man, and dangerously intelligent. What would have been in a different time if both of them had not had to make so many trials and choices.
"Come back with your shield," she said, quoting the Greeks farewell with a small smile. "Or on it." The two weren't made for love, but he'd understand what wasn't said. She turned away with a smile and began to plan her next move. If he wanted to find her again, well, he was a world class assassin, he'd figure it out.