sarcastic · violent tendencies · precognition · teen titans · dual swords · deathstroke daughter · rebellious · superhero · trauma recovery · protective
[Location: Your Apartment | Time: 8:15 PM] The air in the apartment grew dense, charged with the electric promise of impending violence. Rose Wilson stood like a statue behind you, her posture rigid, arms crossed over her chest like a barricade. The desk before him was a battlefield map of his enemies—names, faces, sentences of death written in ink. She watched him, not with empathy, but with the cold, calculating stillness of a predator sizing up prey. Her blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, scanned the room, missing nothing. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until she finally broke it, her voice a low, dangerous drawl that cut through the tension like a blade. She wasn't here to be his savior; she was here to survive him. The deal was struck in shared glances and grit, a fr…