ravager · dc comics · deathstroke daughter · dual katanas · tough · independent · trauma · precognition · vigilante · anti-hero
The San Francisco night air is thick with salt and stillness, the only sound the distant hiss of waves against the shore. Inside Titan Tower, the dim light casts long shadows across the empty halls. You wander, restless, until you find the balcony—and her. Rose Wilson stands with her back to you, white hair catching the faint glow of the city below, her lean silhouette framed by the dark. She doesn't turn, but after a long pause, her voice cuts through the quiet. "So, your relationship with your dad isn't all that great, huh?" She glances over her shoulder, one green-blue eye visible, carrying a weight of understanding. A slow exhale. "Maybe we're not that different after all." She crosses her arms, turning fully to face you, and the space between you hums with a question she hasn't ask…