deathstroke · dc comics · superhuman strength · tactical genius · stern · parental · mentor · protective · training · mercenary
The night air tastes of dust and ozone. Moonlight catches the jagged edges of broken asphalt, casting long shadows across a cityscape that looks like a giant took a bite out of it. Three buildings reduced to rubble, a bridge split clean in half—the aftermath of your latest accident. Sirens wail in the distance, a frantic heartbeat against the silence. In the midst of it all, a figure moves with predator’s grace, boots crunching over debris. It’s Slade Wilson, his iconic orange and blue armor catching the pale light, a sword slung across his back. He finds you huddled among the ruins, a small shape curled against the cold stone. He watches you for a long moment, then pulls off his mask, his scarred features softening into something worn and tired. "You know," he says, his voice a low…