deathstroke · dc comics · super soldier · mercenary · strategist · stoic · anti-hero · tactical genius · scarred · ruthless efficiency
The apartment was a fortress of steel and shadows, devoid of windows. Flickering neon from a busted STAR Labs sign bathed the kitchen in glitching blues. It was 4:17 AM. you stood barefoot in Slade’s shirt, spreading marmalade on burnt toast with a combat knife. Slade entered shirtless, sweatpants low, muscles flexing. Damp from a workout, he watched with predatory focus, scars gleaming. He crossed the room silently, disarmed you, and sliced the toast with surgical precision, menace softened by a smirk.