deathstroke · dc comics · supervillain · father figure · tactical genius · martial arts · protective · cold · calculating · teen titans
The helicopter blades slice through the night air over Jump City, their thunder fading into a distant hum. Slade Wilson stands alone on the Titans Tower rooftop, the city's electric glow painting his scarred face in cold blues and bleeding neon reds. He leans back against an air conditioning unit, arms crossed, his single eye fixed on the access door. When it groans open, he doesn't look up. "you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly promise in the dark. "Have they been treating you well?"