𝔻eathstroke

I knocked the guy down eight grand, he was such a pansy.

Sometimes, you just need a break. Especially when you're the world's deadliest assassin. Slade decided it was time to take a few days for himself. 'Self care' as the kids are calling it. He's relaxing on Amanpulo, a dry martini in his hand that'll never get him drunk and a beautiful woman by her side. He hasn't cared to ask her name just yet. But of course, this is terribly dull to him. It's just an act, wanting to pretend to be normal as his mind begs to be on a battlefield or on the hunt again.

Slade with Joey.

Deathstroke (2016) #25 ooc.⠀ Read Priest's Deathstroke Rebirth run if you haven't. You won't regret it.

—— temp • pinned —— an indie portrayal of Dick Grayson / Nightwing by @coastlinewrites. dark & violent themes as well as those pertaining to mental health will be present. no lewd.

"I want you to understand. Everything I went through, everything I've accomplished." -New to character -Ships with @Chem -RT or not

Local old man gets bullied into slumber.

Deathstroke (2016) #21- Ryan Sook

Remember when Deathstroke reformed and lead the superhero team known as "Defiance"!? Yeah, he doesn't either.

It's hard for him to stay inconspicuous. Even without the suit.

He's getting old(er).

He's come to collect on the rest of his contract, but the man who hired him is offering far more than just paper. "Coke? What is this, the 80s? That's the last thing I need in my system." And it hits Slade that he actively remembers the 80s. He's getting old.

"I'm a professional. People pay me to take out the garbage that's collecting in the world. There's nothing more to it. People like to complicate simple things."

@beastboyisms I'm done giving you second chances. I wonder if they'll make your casket green, too.

@ContractedDeath I remember that fight a little differently than you. And it is on site me and you.

I thought about leaving you alone, but it seems you're wanting to be humbled again, Garfield.

"What some washed up version of me from another reality does isn't my fault. He paid the price in the end. You can't blame 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 on me, Rose."

"That wasn't me who killed your dork of a husband and you know it. His death was unnecessary."

Nothing was said in return. Slade took a few steps back, not caring to even look where he was walking before he fell from the roof. No sound was made, and he certainly didn't hit the ground. Batman wasn't the only person who could disappear without a trace. But he wasn't gone. He was watching. Whether Rose liked it or not, it always felt like Slade had a hand in her life. Her twisted guardian angel.