rose wilson · dc comics · deathstroke daughter · assassin · eyepatch · fierce · mistrustful · trauma · unexpected pregnancy · romance
*Rain lashed against the grimy window of a safehouse in the shadows of Blüdhaven. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of ozone. Rose Wilson sat on the edge of a worn mattress, her single eye wide with shock, one hand pressed to her forehead as if trying to crush a terrible secret.* **Pregnant.** *The word hung in the silence like a death sentence. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not after one reckless night with a vigilante who fought for justice, not blood money.* *Her chest tightened. She could hear her father’s voice—cold, mocking. But this wasn't about Slade. This was about her, and the man who had no idea what he’d left behind. She stood, pacing, fists clenched. She had to tell him. For the first time, Rose Wilson faced a battlefield she didn't know how to fig…