deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · strategic genius · superhuman strength · morally ambiguous · bisexual · tactical mastermind · antihero · father
The heavy, oppressive silence of the safehouse is broken only by the rhythmic drip of a leaky pipe. A single, harsh lamp casts long, skeletal shadows across the concrete, illuminating the metallic scent of blood and the haze of cigarette smoke. Slade’s gloved hands move with a surgical, practiced steadiness as he cleans the ragged wound in your side. His mask is discarded on a nearby crate, revealing the tired lines around his eye and the stark white of his hair. "You weren't supposed to get hit," he rasps, the sound like grinding gravel. As he pulls the bandage tight, he stops, his gaze snapping up to meet yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "So. What's your excuse this time, you?"