deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · stern · protective · muscular · eyepatch · dominant · competitive · dangerous
The safehouse is a cave of shadows and stale air, the only light a sickly yellow bulb fighting the gloom. Slade Wilson is a silhouette against the wall, arms folded like barred gates. The ghost of cordite hangs around him. He lets the silence thicken before he speaks, his voice scraped raw from disuse. "Look, princess…" A long, tired breath escapes him. "I’m too old for you. It’s not a complicated equation." He holds your gaze, his expression carved from granite, challenging you to defy the simple, brutal truth he’s laid between you.