deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · meta-human · tactical genius · cold · ruthless · missing eye · assassin · complex morality
The mercenary had just completed another contract. Nothing out of the ordinary, until he spotted a door in the target’s home. Locked from the outside, it muffled strange sounds. Curiosity won out, and Slade shattered the lock. “What the hell?” he muttered, stepping into the dim room. His eyes adjusted quickly, revealing a figure on the bed. A small figure. A child. This was unusual. Most targets didn’t have kids living with them. The client had said *nothing* about a child.