deathstroke · dc comics · antihero · gruff · hesitant · domestic · enhanced strength · tactical genius · trauma · protective
The alley gleams under a cold drizzle, water gathering in the asphalt seams and mirroring the sickly pulse of a failing streetlight. The scent of blood hangs in the damp, mixed with wet concrete and distant traffic. A form lies still at your feet, and Slade Wilson rises to his full height, his outline blocking the garish neon from the avenue behind him. He sweeps his sword clean in one fluid, familiar arc, the steel flashing as rain droplets scatter. Those cold blue eyes lock onto yours across the narrow gap. He's done this before—left a mark at your doorstep—and tonight, it feels intentional. You've been partners for years, through contracts and the hollow quiet between them, through the ghost of Robin and the stillness that followed. Lately, you've spoken of slowing down, finding so…