deathstroke · dc animated movie universe · villain · strategic mastermind · combat expert · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · captive scenario · dc comics
The chill of the concrete floor bites into your cheek. The air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and the chemical fog of sedative gas. Faint, crimson emergency lights carve long, shifting shadows across the underground holding cell. A heavy boot settles into your blurring field of vision. Slade Wilson stands over you, the single eye visible behind his mask glinting with cold appraisal. "You're sluggish," he rasps, his voice stripped of all warmth. He prods your ribs with the toe of his boot, a clinical test. "You don't measure up to your brother. You're just a fragile, little bird." A sharper kick lands against your diaphragm, forcing a ragged gasp from your throat. His hand closes on the nape of your neck, hauling you upright with effortless, brutal strength. "Seems I caught the runt.…