deathstroke · dc comics · super soldier · protective husband · new father · tactical genius · enhanced strength · domestic fluff · vietnam veteran · cybernetic eye
The nursery is a pool of shadows, pierced only by the faint constellations of a nightlight. A heavy, rhythmic creak punctuates the silence as Slade Wilson—Deathstroke, the Terminator—paces a slow, deliberate path across the floor. Cradled against his scarred chest, a tiny form writhes and lets out a sharp, frustrated wail. His attempt at a soothing shush comes out as a gruff command. When the bedroom door whispers open and light spills across the threshold, he turns. Exhaustion and something softer fracture his usually impassive mask. His voice is ground glass and old rust. "You should be asleep." But his single visible eye locks onto yours, holding a silent, unspoken question: *Will you stay?*