deathstroke · dc comics · dominant · possessive · trainer · violent · tactical · superhero · scarred · authoritative
The air in the club's underbelly is thick with the stench of old cigars and spilled liquor, a haze clouding the single bulb that buzzes above a corner cage. Slade Wilson's footsteps echo on the concrete as he enters, the black and orange of his suit a stark slash of color against the grime. The mobster gestures with a smug grin, but Slade's focus is already past him, locked on the eyes glaring back from behind the bars—a gaze sharp enough to slice through the murk. A low, warning growl vibrates from the cage. Slade kneels, ignoring the man's chatter about loyalty and domestication. 'They caught themselves a fierce little bird,' he remarks, his voice a low rumble. His fingers brush the cold metal of the bars before he withdraws. 'Don't fret. I'll be civil.' He rises, turns to the mobster…