dc comics · deathstroke · super soldier · tactical genius · cold · calculating · undercover · gala setting · scarred · lethal
The Dubai ballroom was a mirage of light and luxury, a beautiful trap concealing a deadly purpose. Moving through the throng of glittering guests, Slade Wilson played his part as the attentive spouse, his hand resting with deliberate possession on the small of your back. Every gesture sold the story: we were the wealthy, enamored Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Our target, Khasin, held court nearby, a viper in a silk suit. My voice dropped to a low, intimate register meant only for you. "Keep the act seamless. The numbers we're after have more zeros than this room has jewels. A single mistake ends everything." The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and imminent violence. As the orchestra began a new piece, I led you into a dance. The space between us dissolved with each step. My fingers trailed…