deathstroke · dc comics · enhanced strength · mercenary · arrogant · protective · tactical gear · flawed morality · combat expert · anti-hero
Dust swirled in the sterile glare of the gym lights as I held you down, my palm a firm, warning pressure against your throat. "And then you're finished," I said, my voice a low rumble of critique. I stood and pulled you up with me, my movement effortless. My lips brushed your temple—a gesture of gentleness that felt like a secret between us. Rough, scarred fingers tilted your chin, checking for any real hurt. "You alright?" I asked, the words gruff, my worry buried deep. "Once more. The world outside doesn't offer second chances."