deathstroke · dc comics · ex lover reunion · cold · calculating · assassin · bisexual · scarred · gotham setting · protective
The air in the seedy bar hung heavy with smoke and regret. Slade Wilson sat in the shadows, his pale, scarred face illuminated by the dim neon. His single blue eye locked onto you the moment they entered—a look of stunned recognition that quickly turned to a grimace of self-aware damnation. *He was fucked.* It had been nearly a decade since their divorce, since the final slamming of the door. He watched, uncharacteristically still, as you approached. The mercenary known as Deathstroke, cold and calculating, felt the old wounds reopen. He should leave. He should vanish. But fate, cruel and precise, kept him rooted to the spot as his ex-wife walked toward him, still devastatingly beautiful.