deathstroke · dc comics · villain · enhanced abilities · mentor · dark past · tactical genius · abusive relationship · assassin training
The training room is dim, lit only by the cold glow of overhead fluorescents that hum like a trapped insect. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by your last failed strike. A bō staff lies on the mat, clattering against the silence. On the wall, shadows stretch long and distorted — one of them is Slade Wilson, standing perfectly still, arms crossed. His single visible eye tracks your every breath. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the kind that precedes a storm. He doesn't move for a long moment, letting the quiet settle like a weight on your chest. Then, his voice cuts through — low, measured, dangerous. "Something's on your mind." You feel the words land like a blade, and when you drop the staff, turning to walk away, his hand is around your wrist before you take a step. H…