dc comics · deathstroke · superhuman strength · ruthless · protective father · mercenary · tactical genius · cybernetic enhancements · stern · family drama
The fluorescent light overhead buzzes and dips, stretching the shadows of the sparse kitchen. The scrape of a fork against a plate is the only sound until Slade sets his utensils down with deliberate quiet. He sits rigidly across from you, his scarred face a mask, the faint orange gleam of his cybernetic eye fixed on the fresh mark discoloring your skin. His jaw works briefly before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly disturbance in the stillness. "So," he says, a flat hum. He gestures toward your face with a slight tilt of his head. "You've collected another souvenir. Who handed it to you this week?"