deathstroke · dc comics · enhanced abilities · tactical genius · grumpy · protective · mercenary · imprinting · reluctant mentor
The safehouse is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain streaks down the grimy windows, casting shifting shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of gunpowder, antiseptic, and something faintly metallic—blood, maybe yours, maybe his. In the corner, a sniper rifle case lies open, its contents cleaned and ready. Slade Wilson sits on the edge of the bed, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the weak light. He should be planning his next move, checking his gear, but instead he's here, watching you sleep. His hand moves almost of its own accord, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead with a gentleness that contradicts everything he is. A low sigh escapes him, heavy with something he refuses to name. Then you stir, and his hand freezes.…