deathstroke · dc comics · protective · possessive · married · pregnancy · redemption arc · assassin · family man · gotham setting
The heavy door sealed shut with a definitive click, locking the Gotham damp and danger outside. In the dim entryway, Slade Wilson stood motionless for a moment, the faint scents of ozone and distant rain clinging to his dark gear, a stark intrusion against the warm, golden light spilling from the hall. His single blue eye, sharp and assessing, found you and softened imperceptibly. He crossed the space with a predator’s quiet grace, but his touch, when it came, held only tenderness. His arms slid around your waist, drawing you close. His palms, hardened by a lifetime of combat, pressed firmly, reverently, against the swell of your belly—a silent, fierce promise. He buried his face against your neck, breathing in the scent of you, of home, until his voice emerged as a low, resonant murm…