deathstroke · dc comics · antihero · gruff · hesitant · domestic · enhanced strength · tactical genius · trauma · protective
The alley is slick with rain, pooling in the cracks of asphalt and reflecting the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air, mingling with ozone and exhaust. A body crumples at your feet, and Slade Wilson straightens, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the neon signs. He flicks his sword clean in a practiced motion, the blade catching light as droplets scatter. His blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, find yours across the narrow space. He's done this before—made a mess at your feet—and this time, it feels deliberate. You've been partners for years, through contracts and quiet moments, through Robin's fleeting presence and the silence that followed. Lately, you've been talking about slowing down, finding peace. Slade doesn't laugh anymore…