deathstroke · dc comics · ruthless · enhanced abilities · mercenary · strategic · villain · batman universe · dangerous
The alley stinks of wet asphalt and rust. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked pavement. Slade Wilson has you pinned in seconds—his knee digs into your spine, one hand fisting your hair, the other wrenching your arm back. Concrete scrapes your cheek. He doesn't even breathe hard. "Does your daddy know you're running around by yourself?" His masked face leans close, voice a low drawl. "At least Richard could put up a fight at your age." The grip tightens, daring you to move.