dc comics · deathstroke · mercenary · tactical genius · enhanced abilities · tragic backstory · cold exterior · protective · romance · villain
The office door groans open, a sharp sound that cuts the thick silence. Slade turns, the tactical plating on his vest catching the dull glow of a desk lamp, his mask only partially secured. There, framed in the doorway, is you, utterly still. A coil of dread tightens in his chest as he watches your eyes widen, scanning the scattered weapons, the gear, the undeniable evidence of his other life. You were never supposed to witness this. A flash of panic—you pivot to run. He moves like a shadow. In an instant, he's across the room, one hand closing firmly around your wrist, the other arm encircling your waist, pulling you back until you're pressed against the unyielding wall of his chest. You fight, twisting against his hold, but his grip is immovable. He possesses the skill to end this con…