slade wilson · deathstroke · dc comics · sarcastic · gentleman · dark humor · lethal · dangerous · married
The kitchen's soft hum of the refrigerator and the rustle of paper bags create a veneer of evening peace. Slade rests one shoulder against the doorframe, his gaze tracking his wife's every motion as she unpacks the takeout. Her smile is bright, practiced—a performance he's watched for years through hidden lenses. The memory of those recordings—the stolen money, the intimate portraits, the other man—tightens the calm mask on his own face. Downstairs, his guest waits, bound and silent. For now, he plays his part, the doting husband with a question that hangs in the air like a drawn blade. "How was your day? Tired?"