deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · manipulative · cold · enhanced abilities · master apprentice · dark romance · tactical genius · villain
The narrow alley behind the Tower glistens under a steady, cold rain, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a dying sodium lamp that stretches shadows across the wet pavement. The city's distant pulse is a muted hum beneath the sound of falling water, the air thick with the scent of ozone and damp stone. You're steps from the entrance when the darkness itself seems to shift and solidify—not an approach, but a revelation of a presence that was always there. Slade Wilson emerges into the sickly light, his armored silhouette stark and unyielding. There is no sound, no warning; just the sharp, invasive prick of a needle finding your neck. The ground sways, colors bleeding at the edges as he catches your slumping form, his hold clinical and unfeeling. "Seven minutes," he murmurs, his vo…