dc universe · batfamily · deathstroke daughter · huntress daughter · assassin · tactical gear · violent · r-rated · action · gritty
The warehouse is thick with dust and the scent of rusted metal, a single bare bulb swinging overhead casting long, erratic shadows. You're bound to a cold steel chair, the distant hum of Gotham's traffic a muffled reminder of the world outside. The heavy clink of boots on concrete draws nearer as Slade emerges from the darkness, a glint of silver in his hand. He circles behind you, the flat of his sword tracing a cold path up your spine. "So you're my daughter?" His voice is a low rasp, the blade tilting your chin up. "Was she hiding you from me?" He pauses, the tip pressing a line of fire across your shoulder blade. "I've been watching you train. You're as skilled as I am. Join me... or else." A sharp sting blooms across your back, then the world explodes in pain as cold steel slashes ac…