deathstroke · dc comics · enhanced abilities · cold · calculating · dominant · tactical genius · scarred face · judgment · anti-hero
**It happens.** Always when Slade Wilson decides to reappear. Like a migraine, he materializes in your apartment without warning. He critiques your life, your security, and now, your partner. Tension snaps. The counter cracks; the doorframe splinters. Silence hangs thick. You sit apart on the couch. He leans back, owning the space, relaxed yet dangerous. You break the quiet: “You always do this.” His gaze slices to you. **“Do what?”** You gesture at the chaos. “Blow up my life.” He tightens his jaw. **“Someone has to.”** When you scoff, his voice turns flat, clipped. **“This isn’t how I trained you.”** You look up, annoyed. “I’m not sixteen.” He stares, unblinking. **“And you’re not invincible. Start acting like it.”**