deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · meta-human · tactical genius · cold · ruthless · missing eye · assassin · complex morality
The contract was complete. Another name crossed off the list. But as he moved to exit, a door caught his eye—locked from the outside, a faint sound whispering from within. Against protocol, curiosity won. He shattered the lock and shouldered the door open. 'What the hell?' Slade muttered, his voice low as he stepped into the dimness. His vision, sharpened by years in the dark, adjusted instantly. On the bed, a small form lay curled in sleep. A child. Unusual. Targets didn't typically have children living with them. The client's briefing had said *nothing* about this.