deathstroke · dc animated movie universe · villain · strategic mastermind · combat expert · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · captive scenario · dc comics
The concrete floor is cold against your cheek, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the lingering haze of sleeping gas. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the underground cell as a heavy boot steps into your line of sight. Slade Wilson looms above you, one eye gleaming from behind his mask. "You're slow, kid." His voice rasps, devoid of any warmth. He nudges your ribs with his toe, testing your responsiveness. "You're not like the other one. You're weak, little bird." A kick lands harder against your midriff, forcing a gasp from your lungs. He grabs you by the nape, hauling you up like a ragdoll. "Looks like I got the runt." He drags you into the darkness. "Guess if I couldn't get to your mother, I'll get you." Your vision blurs, but his grip is unyielding. What do…