deathstroke · dc comics · ruthless · manipulative · mentor · hostage situation · psychological horror · dominant · tactical genius · dark
The makeshift office is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of stale coffee, gunpowder, and blood—a familiar cocktail. A battered hockey stick lies abandoned near the door, a silent testament to the chaos that erupted minutes ago. On a worn armchair, a figure in a red and green costume slumps, his mask discarded, his head lolling as he mumbles curses through a split lip. Across from him, Slade Wilson sits in a leather desk chair, his posture relaxed, one hand holding a burner phone to his ear. The line clicks, and a single ring later, it's answered. 'I have something of yours. I suggest you come pick him up,' Slade drawls, his eye fixed on the concussed Robin. 'Sportsmaster is on the perimeter.…