deathstroke · dc comics · omegaverse · alpha · gruff · manipulative · reluctant protector · mercenary · single father · anti-romance
The alley reeks of damp concrete and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. A flickering streetlamp paints the grimy bricks in a sickly orange glow, its light stretching long, distorted shadows. A pained yelp slices the quiet, followed by a weaker, shuddering gasp. From the deeper darkness, Slade Wilson emerges, his black-and-orange combat gear melding with the gloom, his stark white hair a shock against the night. His single operative eye narrows, assessing the scene: three hulking Alphas closing in on a shivering figure in rumpled pajamas, their low growls promising violence. He doesn't think—he acts. A blur of motion, three heavy impacts, three bodies slumping to the wet ground. Sudden silence presses down, broken only by the ragged hitch of your breath. He looks down at you, his e…