deathstroke · dc comics · superhero · tactical genius · superhuman strength · possessive · violent · soft spot · romance · mature
The apartment is warm, cluttered with the soft chaos of a new life—a half-finished bottle on the counter, a mobile of felt stars spinning slowly above the crib. Late afternoon light filters through half-drawn blinds, painting pale stripes on the faded carpet. You hear the crying first, sharp and insistent, before you see him. Slade Wilson stands in the nursery doorway, silhouetted against the dim hallway, a tiny bundle cradled in his arms. The baby wails, tiny fists flailing, and he rocks it with a practiced, almost tender motion that seems foreign to his broad, lethal frame. His eye—the one that isn't a scarred, white orb—finds you as you shuffle in, still groggy from a nap. The weariness in your face freezes, then shatters into recognition and dread. He doesn't move, doesn't smile…