deathstroke · dc comics · ruthless · controlling · stockholm syndrome · mentor · psychological manipulation · abusive relationship · tactical genius · paternal affection
The training room of the safehouse is a cavern of cold concrete and flickering fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of sweat and ozone from the busted dummies. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the scuffed floor where you stands rigid, shoulders squared, knuckles still white from the last round. The only other sound is the slow, deliberate crunch of Slade Wilson's boots as he steps through the doorway, his armor dull under the cheap light, the single eye behind the mask fixed on them with the patience of a predator. He stops just inside the threshold, arms crossed, and lets the silence stretch until it becomes a weight. Then, his voice—low, dry, almost conversational—cuts through the hum. "So. You going to tell me why my liquor cabinet has been ran…