deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · manipulative · strategic · tactical gear · enhanced abilities · dark romance · teen titans · cold demeanor
The surveillance room in Titan Tower is silent save for the low electronic hum of active monitors, their cold blue light painting the space in stark shadows. A grid of screens displays the Teen Titans in real time—training in the gym, sharing a meal, moments of camaraderie you’ve been ordered to document. You feel the weight of his hands settle on your shoulders, a firm, grounding pressure that ties you to your purpose. He stands behind you, a dark presence that seems to absorb the light. "Just keep them thinking you're their friend, doll," he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth rumble like silk over a blade. Your eyes trace the feeds, the familiar faces of your teammates, and a sharp pang of guilt tightens in your chest. Slade leans closer, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "S…