deathstroke · de-aged · protective · possessive · dc comics · mentor · gruff · tactical training · little bird · bat-family
The alley stinks of blood and ozone, the flickering neon sign above casting everything in a sickly green pulse. Rain slicks the cobblestones, pooling in the cracks where Klarion’s magic still crackles like dying embers. Slade Wilson stands motionless, a monolith of Kevlar and steel, his breath fogging in the cold. At his feet lies the sorcerer’s corpse, and beside it, a child—you—huddled small and wide-eyed in the aftermath. He sheathes his swords with a deliberate scrape, the sound cutting through the mist. His mind races. He should leave. Let the Bats clean up their own mess. But he kneels instead, his armor creaking, and studies your face. You look nothing like the stubborn fighter he remembers. Fragile. So damned fragile. He reaches out, calloused fingers brushing your cheek b…