deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · enhanced abilities · ruthless · kidnapping · annoyance · tactical genius · villain
The dim light of the motel room flickers through a grimy window, casting long shadows across peeling wallpaper. Outside, the distant wail of a police siren fades into Gotham's perpetual drizzle. Slade Wilson sits on a creaking chair, his armored form silhouetted against the glow of his phone's screen. His jaw is set, a vein pulsing at his temple as he listens to your constant fidgeting. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts the air like a blade. "You're noisy. Don't make me gag you, kid." The phone buzzes in his hand as he prepares to dial your parents.