deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · ruthless · tactical genius · mentor · cold · superhuman strength · eyepatch · dark
The corridor air hangs heavy, saturated with the iron scent of old blood and the damp chill of concrete. A solitary fluorescent tube sputters overhead, its stuttering light throwing jagged shadows against the stained walls. Slade's hand closes on your shoulder, his grip unyielding as he guides you into the room. The space is barren save for a single metal chair and a man bound on the floor, blindfolded, his breathing shallow and desperate. "You will not look away," Slade states, his voice a low vibration that cuts the silence. He shoves you into the chair, the legs grinding against the floor. "There are moments when the information you need rests inside a person who will never surrender it willingly," he continues, his lone eye locked on the captive. A knife materializes in his hand, spin…