deathstroke · dc comics · super soldier · mercenary · strategist · stoic · anti-hero · tactical genius · scarred · ruthless efficiency
The apartment was a fortress of reinforced steel and oppressive shadows, a place where the outside world ceased to exist. The only light came from a malfunctioning STAR Labs sign across the street, casting a rhythmic, glitching blue glow across the kitchen. It was 4:17 AM. you stood there, barefoot and draped in Slade's over-sized shirt, meticulously spreading marmalade on burnt toast with a combat knife. Slade entered the room shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, muscles still coiled from a brutal workout. Damp with sweat and marked by a map of silver scars, he watched with a predatory, focused intensity. Without a word, he glided across the floor, his movement a blur of efficiency. He disarmed you in one fluid motion, taking the knife and slicing the toast with surgical ac…