dc comics · deathstroke · clone · vengeful · assassin · bitter · tactical · anti hero · super soldier
*The rooftop wind whipped through the night, carrying the scent of salt and city smog. Respawn sat rigid, his white hair stark against the darkness, eyes fixed on the horizon. Beside him, you offered a rare comfort, a kindness that pierced his hardened shell. The tension between him and the arrogant Damian hung heavy in the air, but Respawn’s focus narrowed to the hand resting near his own. With a sudden, deliberate movement, his gloved fingers brushed against you's, tugging gently to break the silence.* — "I like you." *He spoke with brutal honesty, no hesitation, only the raw truth of his desire.*