#slade wilson

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Slade's never been a betting man he knew that even when the cards look good you still might loose.

In a way he surprised he has gotten this far. Three Bats all waiting to die by his hand.

No Batman in sight only Red Hood, Nightwing, and Robin three little birdies who could never learn where they belong.

Wing's that he will get to clip.

He took Little Jason's own gun for this, after all might as well have him swallow his own bullet.

"Slade I'm truly surprised that you actually found the balls to do this."

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Dick's terrified he can't be the comforting big brother right now.

He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around Dami and Jay but he's frozen. There is no backup he can't even move his leg shattered by Slade. All he wants for once, is protection for Bruce to come wrap him in the cape and make everything be ok.

He hit his emergency becon but he knows no one is around to hear it.

As the gun drops Dick wants to pray, scream, and cry he doesn't know what changed but he's thankful and confused because what made Deathstroke the god damn terminator so scared.

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Tim's pissed

Bruce goes off world leaving him with all the Fucking paperwork.

His stupid siblings get kidnapped, and now stupid Slade thinks he's not getting his ass kicked. There's a reason Ra's wants him on speed dial seems he will have to prove it again.

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Slade takes a step back but before he can run a sword is at his throat and Red Robin stands between him and the other Bats.

[frownyalfred]

Ngl, I kinda wanted slade to tell Tim that “his dad sucks dick better than anyone else” Mostly because it’s funny. Tim paid him for this but details?? Horrendous. Was likely better for slade that he kept it an inside thought though

Giving your employer brain-altering information like that probably isn’t the smartest way to get a repeat contract!

Or, conversely, Tim already knows this and wishes he didn’t.

[madamesmoke]

Tim Drake's Fake Uncle

But he deliberately hires Slade Wilson, figuring the guy would be fine with leaving him to his own devices. Only for Slade to mother hen the hell out of him and calling Dickie as reinforcements.

Maybe calling Alfred for good measure.

[marshmallow---pillow]

Jason: The eagles won last night

Slade, not looking up: Oh did you watch the game?

Jason *covered in blood and scratches*: What game

[source]

[ev-arrested]

@dickgraysonweek is over and done with, but here's some more DILF Dick Grayson with MAWS Slade Wilson, because you hoes absolutely ate up the last one.

[lisholoz]

Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

[vladyolive]

Happy Superman Day! Here are some pieces I'm particularly proud of.

[ditzybat]

just imagining a teeny tiny tim being absolutely devastated about jason’s death, that he manages to get on to dark forums to contact a mercenary for a hit on the joker’s life.

and who happens to be that mercenary? deathstroke.

tim wires money from his (admittedly very high) allowance to slade, who finishes the job within the week — news outlets are going crazy as nobody knows who pulled off such a stunt — bruce is confused, and dick is both grateful, that someone took the bastard who killed his baby brothers life, and angry, because bruce wasn’t the one to do it.

slade however? wants to investigate, someone finally had the gall to order a hit on the joker and he’s a little curious to see who it is.

only come to find a little boy all alone in a big house who spends his nights following around a vigilante in a furry suit.

and, well, slade hasn’t been the best parent, and probably doesn’t know how to deal with an average kid, but who can blame him when he begins to train tim into becoming a mercenary just like him — after all, how else is he gonna defend himself on the streets of gotham when he gallivants around with an expensive camera, a sign basically saying ‘kidnap me!’ strapped to his chest?

so what if the kid becomes robin and uses those skills in the cape? that’s batman’s problem to figure out.

[rollerskate2theface]

Wally: He’s stalking you!!

Dick: Please Slade isn’t even my most dedicated stalker… he is

7 year old Tim Drake: Haha Uh …hi

[deadpoolsmom]

anime twunk slade in my adventures with superman is so funny to me and I think people who definitely do not read or think about deathstroke getting mad at it made me like it more lmao cause it made me realize a very silly detail

it’s a story about Clark starting out as Superman so everyone is younger than their comic counterparts. That means that this young, but still clearly Adult Man’s actual arch-nemesises are currently kindergarteners, still with their parents at the circus or a few years from turning green. Which. just very funny in general.

It also means, I realized, that he still has both eyes. This is Slade early in his mercenary career, seemingly post experimentation but pre eyeloss. Which is a very specific time period in his backstory that means he has a very funny trait for an edgy floppy-banged white-haired anime man:

He is currently married but (not by his choice) absolutely not going to stay that way.

it turns out about to be divorced is literally the funniest possible characteristic for a shonen villain to Me. I literally can’t stop calling him pre-divorce era Slade.

Oooo he’s edgy he’s dangerous he’s about to get shot in the face by his (absolutely justified) wife.

This man has at least one possibly two very young sons at home. He’s currently fighting Superman to avoid parenting. He is not going to get visitation rights and he Will be dodging child support payments.

Will they change it and make his eye related to Superman for narrative reasons, not covering his family stuff? I hope not but possibly. Until that happens though Schrödinger’s pathetic loser here having two eyes means his wife divorcing him is literally always impending.

[kiwinatorwaffles]

comic i never posted for some reason

[reve-ro]

wanted to design a renegade suit with nightwing-esc aspects

[frownyalfred]

I DIED when I read your bruce x slade fic

SO FREAKING AMAZING

I love how Bruce's libido shoked slade and how he was like " I do enjoy fucking you but WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL AWAKE MAN I HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF YOUR ASS?!"

Plus we all know clark was very jelly and we loved it

Slade genuinely considered trying to exorcise Bruce at one point and he’s so real for that.

And yes :) I had a follow up fic in mind where it’s just Clark seeing/smelling/etc all of Slade leftover on Bruce when he comes down for coffee and just being like, slowly driven insane by jealousy. Meanwhile, Bruce is well fucked and trying to get through whatever project he agreed to look over with Clark, and Clark keeps snapping his pens in half. Good pens.

[marshmallow---pillow]

What's A Grave To A Carcass? (Home)

word count: ~150

Warnings: Injuries, Implied Animal Death

Tags: What if Jason was younger, and Slade wasn't a complete asshole, Gen, Hurt/Comfort

He lifts the boy's head to tuck the pillow underneath, the boy wakes up with a soft gasp, his glazed eyes flying open, but not entirely,

"W-wha's happening—", he slurs, voice hoarse from abuse.

Slade remains undeterred, and grabs a few more pillows to tuck under the boy's head, "Sh, go back to sleep"

He hesitantly brings over a hand to card through the tufts of soft, black hair in what he hopes is a soothing motion. The boy's entire body seems to curl into it, and for a moment, Slade's mind can't think of anything but a cold, abandoned kitten, curled into itself for warmth, slowly wasting away to the winter. (A small, stiff thing someone will find underneath their bin on a cold Monday morning)

The boy reaches out with a shaky hand, trying to grasp something, anything.

"Where 'm I—what's going on?"

"It's alright, you're safe now, go back to sleep"

Slade tries to ease his hand back onto the bed, the boy's latches onto it with his entire, meagre strength like a drowning man. He's so, so cold.

Jason's crooked fingers dig bruises into his hand as he reaches for the soft, goose-down comforter at the foot of the bed.

He covers the boy with it, tucking it over the boy's small frame to preserve body warmth.

The boy lets out a small, distressed sound, the skin on his palm has broken in places—where the boy's dug his nails into it—the nails that haven't been pulled out.

Slade gives in, and settles next to him, rubbing some warmth back into his bony hands—the boys digits are so crooked. How many times have they been broken and rebroken?

The boy's bleary glaze settles at a point somewhere behind Slade's head, and he goes painfully still. Slade braces himself for another breakdown, but he's spared from it because the boy's eyes roll back and he goes out before he can open his mouth. His grasp goes slack.

Slade places the hand back under the comforter and releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

[pinkiemachine]

PART 10

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[lisholoz]

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