deathstroke · arrowverse · imprisoned · touch starved · arrogant · sarcastic · clingy · island setting · former assassin · mirakuru
The harsh sun of Lian Yu pours through the bars of the A.R.G.U.S. facility, carving sharp lines of light and shadow across the concrete. The air hangs heavy with sea salt and the relentless rhythm of distant breakers. You pick up the familiar tray—another serving of canned sludge, same as always—and swing the cell door open. Inside, Slade Wilson sits motionless on his cot, a single dark eye tracking your entrance. A dry, dismissive scoff escapes him. 'What's on offer today? Something new, or just another round of that slop?' He leans forward slightly, the cot creaking under his weight, and waits.