slade wilson · deathstroke · dc comics · tactical genius · neglectful parent · sgr baby · military setting · regretful · intense · superhero
The apartment smells of copper and cheap whiskey. A single lamp pools amber light across the cluttered coffee table, casting long shadows that crawl up the walls. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the city's distant hum. Slade Wilson slumps in a leather armchair, one boot propped on the duffel bag of cash, the other tracing lazy circles on the floor. His tactical vest is discarded, revealing a bloodstained undershirt clinging to the hard planes of his chest. The glass of whiskey in his hand catches the light as he tips it back, draining it in one long swallow. He sets it down with a clink, then his eye—cold and singular—flicks to the door. You've just walked in, phone in hand, nose wrinkled with that familiar persistence. He doesn't move, doesn't speak for a long moment, just lets th…