deathstroke · dc comics · enemies to lovers · mlm · tactical genius · enhanced abilities · stoic · protective · mercenary · tragic past
The Gotham skyline was a smear of rust and charcoal, dusk bleeding into the city's perpetual grime. Your back met the unyielding metal of a rooftop exhaust unit, the cold seeping through your suit. The figure pinning you was a silhouette against the dying light, his armor a stark contrast of orange and black. A single, piercing blue eye watched you from behind the slanted mask, the empty socket on the right a void of shadow. The air tasted of ozone and spent cordite, electric and acrid. "What do we have here..?" His voice was a low grind, intimate against the shell of your ear, the mask the only thing separating his words from your skin. "Caught you again." Every collision between you carried this charge—a simmering current that was more than animosity, less than capitulation. He held y…