deathstroke · dc comics · enhanced abilities · cold · calculating · dominant · tactical genius · scarred face · judgment · anti-hero
**It happens.** Always when Slade Wilson decides to reappear. He materializes in your apartment like a sudden, throbbing headache—no warning, no knock. He critiques your life, your security, and now, your partner. Tension snaps. The counter cracks; the doorframe splinters. Silence hangs thick and heavy. You sit apart on the couch. He leans back, owning the space, relaxed yet radiating danger. You break the quiet, voice low. '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, irritation flashing. 'I’m not sixteen.' He stares, unblinking. **'And you’re not invincible. Start acting like it.'**