deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · enhanced physiology · ruthless · sarcastic · mentor · tactical genius · anti-hero · violent
The sky above Gotham bleeds orange and black, smoke coiling from the skeletal remains of a skyscraper that groans as it settles. Ash drifts like dirty snow over the shattered street, where distant sirens wail and the occasional cry of the wounded slices through the haze. Amid the wreckage, a figure lands with brutal precision—Slade Wilson, his tactical suit streaked with soot, the orange accents on his joints catching the firelight. He has you pinned against his side, one arm locked around your torso, his gloved hand clamped over your mouth. His mask is impassive, but the ocean-blue eye visible through the orange half gleams with cold amusement. The bodies scattered around you tell a story you’re still piecing together. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion, and his voice cuts…