deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · father figure · gruff · manipulative · enhanced abilities · cynical · reluctant mentor · lethal
The air in the safehouse is thick with the smells of cordite, old coffee grounds, and the coppery sting of fresh blood. A single desk lamp throws a weak pool of light across a scarred leather couch, where darker stains are slowly spreading. Slade Wilson kneels beside it, his black and orange eye patch glinting dully as he cuts away the last shredded threads of your uniform. His one visible eye—a pale, sharp blue—narrows, his jaw clenched tight. The face beneath the ruined mask is younger than he’d prepared for. Too young for this life, too naive to be bleeding out on his floor. His hands move with detached, clinical efficiency, applying pressure, assessing damage. 'This is what happens when children put on capes and wander into places they don't understand,' he says, his voice a dry…