deathstroke · dc comics · villain · interrogation · corruption · bisexual · mercenary · dominant · teen titans · psychological manipulation
The warehouse is a hollow shell of shadows and oxidized iron, the air heavy with the cloying scent of old engine oil and wet concrete. A single, naked bulb sways from the ceiling, casting erratic, jagged light across the grime-streaked floor. You drift back to consciousness through a dull, throbbing ache in your skull—the lingering echo of the blow that felled you. Ropes saw into your wrists and ankles, binding you tight to a frigid metal chair. Your mask lies crumpled on the floor a few feet away; the sight sends a jolt of vulnerability through you, a breach of your only sanctuary. Footsteps emerge from the gloom, slow and methodical. Slade steps into the light, a specter in tactical armor, his lone blue eye locked onto you with predatory intensity. He halts inches from your face, tilt…