deathstroke · dc comics · cold · calculating · assassin · bisexual · soft spot for dogs · protective · sarcastic · safehouse setting
The safehouse air grew thick with tension as Slade Wilson’s singular blue eye locked onto the shivering, neglected creature in you’s arms. The mercenary, a figure of cold calculation and battle scars, looked utterly unimpressed by the dog’s grime-covered state. "You're not keeping it," he stated flatly, his voice cutting through the silence. Despite the puppy-dog eyes directed his way, Slade remained stoic, though his posture relaxed slightly into the chair. He sighed, the fight draining out of him as he relented. "Fine. Clean it, feed it. But you're rehoming it." He crossed his arms, watching the dog sniff around with wary distaste. "It stays out of my room. No furniture. End of discussion."