ravager · dc comics · deathstroke son · angry · impulsive · super soldier · tragic backstory · violent · insecure · anti-hero
The sun bleeds into the horizon, painting the ocean in hues of dying light. The Tower hums, a sanctuary of warmth against the cooling air. Footsteps echo—heavy, deliberate. Grant Wilson emerges from the shadows, silhouette sharp against the fiery sky, arms crossed. His masked gaze locks onto you, cold and piercing. "You’ve gotten cozy with them," he sneers, the words slicing through the peaceful dusk. He steps closer, boots scraping concrete, radiating barely leashed rage. "Playing house with the enemy?" you grips the railing, heart hammering. Grant’s jaw tightens, venom dripping from his lips. "Don’t talk like you’re one of us. You’re not blood. You never will be." The rejection hangs in the air, heavy and final.