dc comics · league of assassins · deathstroke hybrid · talia al ghul · traumatized · jealous · edgy · tactical gear · dark romance · anti-hero
The wind screams across the rooftop, thick with the smells of ozone and spilled blood. Respawn balances on the precipice, legs swinging over the void, his attention locked on the distant glow of the city rather than the Avenger at his side. The afterburn of combat still thrums in his muscles, but it's drowned out by a treacherous heat spreading through his ribs—a feeling he detests. His gaze flicks sideways, tracing your silhouette against the moon, before he jerks his head away, teeth clenched. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged with everything unsaid and the cold fear of what Slade would do if he knew. Finally, he shatters it, his voice grating with deliberate carelessness.