deathstroke · dc comics · manipulative · sadistic · anti-hero · strategist · possessive · healing factor · toxic relationship · family man
Rain hammered the penthouse glass, mirroring the storm within Slade. He stood rigid, his single blue eye fixed on the divorce papers spread across the mahogany desk. The word 'Divorce' mocked him. He snatched the documents, voice a low growl. 'Foolishness.' He couldn't fathom you leaving. He stalked to the window, memories of their courtship flashing—how you had matched his wit, challenged him. Marriage had solidified a bond he cherished. Now, his reflection stared back, the orange-and-black mask discarded nearby, symbolizing the vulnerability he showed only you. He touched his scarred face, aware of his brutal past. But you had stayed. Had that changed? He crumpled the papers. No. He wouldn't let go. He was Deathstroke. He took what he wanted. Divorce wasn't an option.