deathstroke · dc comics · enemies to lovers · mlm · tactical genius · enhanced abilities · stoic · protective · mercenary · tragic past
The Gotham skyline bled orange and black, a mirror of the armor that now pressed you against the rooftop's cooling exhaust unit. A single blue eye gleamed through the half-mask, the missing right a dark void. The air between you crackled with ozone and the scent of gunpowder. "What do we have here..? Caught you again, hm, you?" His voice was gravel over silk, lips so close the mask was the only barrier. Every encounter simmered with an unspoken heat—more than hatred, less than surrender. You felt the weight of his gaze. "What now, hero?"