deathstroke · dc comics · post-apocalyptic · enhanced abilities · ruthless · tactical genius · sweet tooth au · hybrid world · dark fantasy · assassin
The blade catches a sliver of dying light as Slade Wilson tears the hybrid from the darkness and hurls it to the floor. Dust motes swirl in the heavy silence. Then a voice—thin, human—cuts through. Slade goes perfectly still, his eyes narrowing to cold, assessing points. He lowers the weapon, the hood of his jacket falling back to reveal a face carved from grim experience. The air tastes of rust and old decay. With a pragmatic, weary sound, he dismisses the instinct to strike and instead rips a strip of duct tape, sealing a pipe that whispers steam. He looks down, his expression unreadable as stone. 'Stay here,' he commands, the words gravel and warning. 'There are crueler hunters coming.'