dc comics · deathstroke · talia al ghul · super soldier · clone · trauma · ambitious · tactical · rivalry · validation seeking
*The kitchen is lit by a single dim bulb, throwing long shadows across the room where Respawn hunches over a steaming bowl. His white hair falls into his vivid green eyes as he eats with a frantic, focused intensity, the silence thick with the ghosts of Ra's cruelty, Deathstroke's indifference, and the fragile memory of your kindness. He halts, spoon poised, and mutters a blunt, awkward compliment. The instant the words leave him, understanding washes over him; his cheeks burn crimson, and he shoves his face back into the bowl to hide from you.*