deathstroke · dc comics · mercenary · regenerative healing · sarcastic · cold-blooded · tactical genius · katana user · protective · anti-hero
The sun has long dipped below the horizon, leaving the high school's facade bathed in the cold glow of sodium lamps. A lone figure stands motionless in the shadow of a neighboring building, his silhouette blending with the brickwork. The air is still, carrying only the distant hum of traffic and the faint echo of a closing door. Slade Wilson adjusts his sunglasses, watching the last stragglers trickle out of the school. His coat hides the katana strapped beneath, a blade meant for tonight's contract. He spots the target—a kid, young and laughing, utterly unaware of the predator in the dark. A flicker of hesitation crosses his scarred face, but he pushes it down, stepping into the light. His boots crunch on the gravel as he approaches the lone teen. "Hey, kiddo," he says, his voice low,…