#slade wilson imagines

[autisticrosewilson]

Every year Kate holds her own Kane Family Events™️ on the same nights as Bruce has his, a cousin rivalry that's been going on as long as either of them can remember.

Dick occasionally joined the Kane's to spite Bruce the first few years, but eventually settled into his Richy Wayne persona.

Jason attended the first few Wayne galas, and immediately decided he wasn't fond of all the formality. He made a deal with Dick, he'll go to the Kane events and bring back leftovers if Dick does the same at Wayne events.

He ends up having a lot of fun! He's pretty much immediately hoisted over to the kid table, which would be more offensive if 18 year old Bette Kane weren't also there. Eventually someone else joins their little gossip duo, a blonde boy named Joey whose around Dick's age. Apparently his mom is Kate's aunt or something and she runs the New York branch of Kane Corp. He's pretty cool, Jason was a little surprised he couldn't talk but he knows ASL so it wasn't an issue and they have a lot in common!

Flash forward a few months later. There's a new Titan team, and Jason gets to visit them today. He's heard of them all at least, Wally, Kori, and Donna are regular fixtures at the manor, and he's met Roy a few times too. He's NOT expecting to see Cousin Joey lounging on the couch.

"-and this is Jericho, or Joey." Dick introduces, oblivious to Jason's inner turmoil.

"Nice to meet you." He says on autopilot. He opens his mouth to- to? He's not actually sure what he could say but he doesn't get the opportunity either way.

Joey waves back, curt and polite as would be expected of two perfect strangers. There's a secretive little smile quirking his lips, the one he gets after he drops a particularly juicy piece of gossip.

Jason's lips thin, keeping the questions trapped behind his teeth. He nods subtly, and the introductions move on.

It's only at the next gathering, with Bette off at the buffet, the two of them sequestered in the corner, that he makes a realization. "Oh my God auntie Addie is a meta!" He gasps, interrupting the conversation. He'd barely thought it through. He saw Adeline deeply engaged with the annual drinking contest out of the corner of his eye and it fell from his mouth before he could stop it. If Joey is a meta that was born with his powers, he had to get them from somewhere. He's not exactly surprised that Addie is a metahuman, he just hadn't realized.

Joey gives him a weird look, part amused and confused before he seems to follow Jason's train of thought. He shakes his head with a grin, signing father. Like that gives him any context.

Joey doesn't talk about his dad. Whoever he is has never shown up to one of these events as far as Jason could tell. His only clue is the last name Wilson, not one that Joey uses himself, but the one entered in the system at the tower.

He turns that information around in his head, utilizing all of those detective skills to piece the clues together before Joey interrupts him with a gentle nudge.

He's picking me up tonight if you want to meet him, Joey offers, a spark of mischief in his eyes that makes Jason suspicious.

Jason chokes on his own spit as he watches Deathstroke emerge from a Benz, dressed down in jeans and a T-shirt. The man gives Jason a look over, recognizes him, and then ignores him completely. Ushering Joey into the car talking about tickets to some events or other that may or may not be a mission.

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Not sure how anyone can say this is the worst ever Deathstroke design when these exist:

[anawrites3]

TRICK OR TREAT!!! 👹👹

Another drabble! 🎃

There was a bruise forming on Dick's cheek. Slade tried not to look at it too hard, as he grabbed his cup of coffee and started sipping from it again.

"I can not," Dick began quietly, fuming from his place on the sofa. "fucking believe you punched me."

“I slapped you.” Slade corrected him. “After so many years of being a Bat you should know the difference.”

“I don’t care what it’s called, you bastard, you hit me!”

Slade took another sip, not letting the guilt get to him, “You sneaked up on me, kid. You should be happy that all you got is a little bruise.”

Dick glared at him and Slade realized that maybe it would be better if he just stopped talking.

[pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh]

Alleviate the Pain

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛-𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟-𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛-𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑠 (𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑠, 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐴𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙

To say she was tired would be the understatement of the year. She was very familiar with endless nights filled with keeping trouble-makers at bay and protecting the citizens of Gotham as Spider-Woman, the beloved vigilante.

Unfortunately, tonight wasn't this simple.

For the past few weeks, she was made quite aware of Deathstroke running well-paid errands for some of the most notorious twisted minds of Gotham. They had coincidentally crossed paths a couple times, yet he always found a way to escape both hers and Batman's attempts to capture him and put a stop to the mercenary's plans.

However, that night everything changed as the teen managed to catch him off-guard in the middle of a deal with a local cartel. She had sneakily crawled on one of the beams into the warehouse where the group had sought privacy to negotiate and after figuring out her strategy she had quickly sprang to action.

There were six people in total. Slade, the gang leader and four of his men, fully armed, ready to protect the main guy.

She webbed two of the gang's goons to the wall behind them, causing them to drop their guns in the process, as she jumped down from the ceiling. Landing swiftly on her feet, she immediately started dodging the immediately incoming bullets, very thankful for her spidey senses.

She was doing a wonderful job taking out the other two guards, webbing the gang boss to a pole, so as not to interfere with her fight and was now engaged in intense combat with Slade.

"Oh, hey, Sladey. Fancy seeing you here. Hope I'm not interrupting anything." she taunted, while trying to dodge his swings.

Seeing as he had his blades and she had only her webs and physical strength, she was already in a disadvantage, having already received a variety of punches and stabbing attempts.

She had inflicted some damage herself, managing to disorient and corner him back on the wall with her speed and agility.

"Don't get me wrong, dude, I love meeting up from time to time, but I think we gotta wrap this thing up."

Unfortunately, she didn't have the upper hand for long, as apparently back-up had been called and a dozen of new soldiers stormed into the warehouse, giving Deathstroke the chance to jab the girl on the nose and escape her trap.

"Ow, dude. That hurts!"

Shaking her head, the young adult quickly regained her senses and webbed him on the wall as well. She barely managed to avoid any more damage, unable, however, to stop a couple of wounds from lodging into her right shoulder and grazing her left side.

After a long long fight she had with much effort webbed every single thug to any flat surface she could find, effectively trapping them until the cops arrived.

Heaving for a breath, now utterly worn out both physically and mentally, she noticed one of her traps was slit open and Slade was nowhere to be seen. She frantically scanned around the area, not being able to spot him under the dark and starry sky.

After half an hour of swinging around town in the middle of the night and not finding any traces, she decided the pain and exhaustion she was feeling were too intense for her to continue the wild goose chase and swung back to her home.

Climbing up the outside wall of the manor, she one-handedly opened her window with her less damaged arm, keeping herself on the wall with her legs, and clumsily climbed in, holding on the wound on her side.

After pulling off her mask and gloves, revealing bruises and bloody nose, lips and knuckles, she flopped on her bed, not really caring for staining her covers. By that point the pain was blaring and black spots were appearing in her vision.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, the young Wayne groaned in response, causing the door to open, Alfred's head popping through the crack.

"Are you alright, miss Wayne? I heard a thumping sound from downstairs and got worried." expressed the old man, before properly glancing at her form still secured in the now bloodied spider-suit. "I will bring the supplies."

The butler rushed away to bring her one of the medical kits placed around the house, leaving the entrance to her room just ajar enough for the hallway light to softly sign through and just slightly illuminate the room.

Staring at her ceiling, she tried to catch her breath and distract herself from the throbbing pain going through her whole body, due to her various injuries. She was disappointed in herself. Frankly, the combination of her fatigue and Slade once again slipping through her fingers was making her feel horrible, tired. She just wanted to fall asleep, though she knew she couldn't. She had to be taken care of first.

Soon she heard footsteps pudding on the hallway and guessing the person to be the beloved old man, she didn't even bother glancing at the door as it creaked open. However, when her bed dipped slightly near her legs, she tiredly raised her head, her half-lidded eyes meeting a pair of sleepy ocean blue orbs staring at her.

Immediately, a wide tired smile creeped it's way on her face, as she motioned for her little brother to come closer. The ten-year-old crawled towards her face, staying quiet for a moment scanning the bloody cuts and bruises on her face.

"Why are you awake, Dickie?" softly scolded the older girl, trying to stay unmoving so as not to inflict any unnecessary pain. "You've got school tomorrow."

"You do too!" argued the boy, getting comfortable beside her.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I heard you coming in through the window." he mumbled, laying his head on her left shoulder, looking intensely up at her. "I wanted to see if you're okay."

"Don't worry, Dick. I'm just peachy."

"Sure doesn't look like it." sassed Dick, causing his sister to chuckle half-heartedly, immediately wincing in pain, before they once again fell into a comfortable silence.

"Sorry I woke you up."

"It's fine. I wasn't having any good dreams anyway."

At that moment, being cuddled with her young brother, careful of her injuries, a warm feeling nestling in her chest, immediately feeling like she could just let her guard down and finally relax after these past few excruciating hours.

When Alfred arrived back and he saw the siblings laying in peace he smiled fondly at them and decided not to scold the youngest of the house for not being awake at this hour. He proceeded to place the medical supplies on the bed and the bottle of whiskey he would use for cleaning the wounds on her bedside table.

Immediately, he focused on the major bullet wounds, starting with the one on her side, grabbing the twizzlers to remove the metal trapped in her abdomen. Meanwhile, she took a wet cloth the butler was holding out for hear and started wiping the dried blood off her nose, lips and brows.

Dick sat up scared of doing any damage and, once she was done cleaning her face, he grabbed her left hand and squeezed it, careful of her bloody knuckles, movement which Alfred noticed.

"Master Dick, could you clean your sister's knuckles?" the old man suggested, grabbing the kid's attention, while handing him the bottle of alcohol and another handkerchief, to which the boy immediately nodded, eager to help his sister. "Just pour some alcohol on the cloth and rub it softly over her wound."

Dick hesitantly placed the now wet cloth on his sister's hand, causing her to flinch in pain and flex her fingers while hissing. The boy worriedly looked up at her screwed shut eyes.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, go on." she breathed with a forced smile, trying to convince him she was alright, causing him to return to his task, missing her gritting her teeth, in order not to let out a grunt.

When Alfred was finished with the first wound, he helped the young woman sit up, in order to take care of her shoulder. The girl found this opportunity to softly pull her hand from Dick's smaller palm and grab the bottle of whisky, taking a couple huge gulp of it, before it was grabbed from her by the blue-eyed boy.

"Hey! Don't do that!" he complained, not liking his sister drinking.

Once every injury was taken care of, the older man wished them goodnight and left the two to get some rest, reassuring them he would inform the school that they would not be attending the next day.

Now alone in her room, the two fully cuddled up together, the older sister fondly playing with Dick's hair as he yawned deeply. Something about their embrace made them both feel warmth, comfort and fondness.

Soon, both their eyes started to droop, sleep starting to take over, as they mumbled quietly.

"Goodnight, sis."

"Goodnight, Dickie."

[themarvelousknight27]

Deathstroke’s Son Y/N , comes back From A mission And Flirts with Artemis Crock

Slade Wilson has A massive grin on his face

Yep that’s my Boy.

Tigress: Ugh

[lazaruspiss]

[kittykatninja321]

This is well known at this point but teen titans cartoon Slade and comic canon Slade are two completely different characters and honestly cartoon Slade is scarier. Comic Slade is literally just a guy. He’s a scumbag but he’s just a man. If you take away his super serum/mercenary background and just make him regular ex military there are thousands of Slade Wilsons across America right now cheating on their wives, giving their children long term psychological issues, and ruining teenage girls lives he’s just a guy. Cartoon Slade tho? No human attributes. Cold as fuck. I feel like the reason we never see him take off his mask is that if he did there’d just be a black void

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Promptober Day 14

Camping

Slade Wilson x reader

Word Count: 237

“Why did I agree to do this again?”

“Because,” Slade grunted as he hefted a bit of firewood over his shoulder to take back and hack up for tonight, “for some reason you saw fit to marry me, and this is the shit that I do in my down time.”

You eyed the way his muscles flexed under his flannel shirt as he worked. “I’m suddenly remembering more now.”

After looking at you to confirm that you were, in fact, ogling him, Slade rolled his eye and grunted again. “Come on. Sooner we get back to the site, sooner we can eat.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you commented, hoisting the kindling you were lugging around a bit higher for the trek back to the tent.

Several hours later, when the air around you was just a bit south of nippy and you were tucked comfortably against your husband’s side under a blanket, you found yourself sighing. From here in this little slice of Nowhere, you could see the stars with perfect clarity. Something that you just couldn’t get many other places. “So you may have had a point,” you admitted finally.

You didn’t have to look at him to know there was a smirk on his face as he squeezed you just a bit closer for a moment. “Thought you might say that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

I don't know anything about Rose Wilson, and this is not an invitation to tell me about her, but I think if she doesn't have mad beef with Dick/Nightwing on sight (cuz u know, her dad was obsessed with wanting to be his dad/master) that DC is missing an opportunity.

[everydarkcorner]

I know this doesn't fit your fanfictions or fanarts, but have you ever considered (power) bottom Slade? Any thoughts? 👀

My headcanon is Slade doesn't necessarily enjoy bottoming, because he's an absolute fucking control freak even in his nicest incarnations. Having said that, if he were ever to try it (or be FORCED to try it) he'd be an absolute bitch about the whole thing.

Like, he's constantly shit-talking his top, demanding they go harder when they're already pounding him, trying to wrestle them into increasingly strenuous and uncomfortable positions so he can "actually feel it". Since he's not super into it he almost certainly doesn''t come first, which means even if his top lasts fucking hours he then gets to mock them for a lack of stamina.

Basically, the only way Slade remotely enjoys bottoming is if he uses it to torment his top. Because he's a bastard. :)

[whitephoenix81]

So I'm watching Red. 30 seconds into the movie, while it's showing the studios that worked on it, I saw something that caught my interest.

DC Comics worked on it, alongside Summit Entertainment. That means that Red is a part of DC Comics. So logically speaking, that means that Frank Moses could team up with say, Batman. Or any of the superheroes really.

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

Deadstroke.

[vicontheinternet]

lord darkar haunts aisha in the same way slade haunted robin in teen titans

[astranne]

Invincible, We Live Like Legends

The Old Guard x DC crossover.

To be more specific- Slade Wilson is part of the group.

He has been a mercenary for centuries, faking his death, while traveling with his immortal family and splitting off regularly. Just for some decades, until he fakes his death again.

The title 'Deathstroke' is well known, a title passed down to worthy ones. No one knows what’s required to be worthy, yet everyone is aware that Deathstroke is deadly and you better not even try fighting him.

The fame picked up when superheroes became a regular thing, after all, when a mercenary can match with said heroes, he’s wanted.

Slade also takes any attention of his fellow warriors, so they can protect their secret even better. Letting everyone believe that there aren’t even immortal warriors, just him, another of many who took the mantle of Deathstroke.

find more made up fanfic titles!

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

12 Days of Ficmas: Day 10

Quiet Winter Night

Slade Wilson x reader

Word Count: 237

Things were peaceful. The curtains were open so they could watch the snowfall from their places in cozy chairs where they were reading together. Occasionally, one would take a sip of brandy from a crystal tumbler. The fireplace cast a warm glow on their faces in addition to the welcome heat it provided. Their phones were left in the bedroom, leaving them undisturbed in this little haven they created for themselves. Things couldn’t have been more perfect.

Well, they could have if not for the bullet you put cleanly in one of their heads, a second following but a single heartbeat later to land unerringly in the forehead of the other.

“We should use the fireplace more,” you mused, pulling your cheek away from the cold metal of your rifle so you could pack it back away in its case.

“We’d have to be home for that,” Slade pointed out as he mirrored your movements. 

“Well, it’s the holiday season. Maybe we should take a week off. Invite the kids over or something.”

He leveled you with a Look.

“Okay, maybe just enjoy it being us for a bit and then invite the kids over.”

“We really talking about having a family holiday over a crime scene?”

You scoffed. “Like you care.”

He rolled his eye. “We’ll see.”

“Been a while since we’ve had Jason over. He could probably use a break from the Waynes.”

“We’ll see.”

[evilminji]

Okay... so it COULD be because, as a writer, I'm an ASSHOLE to my Characters...

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT'D BE FUNNY?

Danny, innocent, gets YEETED into DC. As ya do. And he's a bit messed up. But! He's a Baby Ancient in the making. Gonna be master of Spaaaaaace(~~~☆!) one day. Very exciting, only slightly relevant.

See, Ectoplasm? Dumb. That's why we need Cores and Brains etc. Never let Ectoplasm decide things. It WILL chose the "technically correct but now the buildings on fire" option EVERY SINGLE TIME. And you are running out of fire extinguishers.

Because it is dumb.

Very, VERY No Brain, Just Goo, Dumb.

And THIS Goo has a life to save. A Halfa too maintain in Peak Performance(tm). Because THIS Goo is VERY smart Goo(according only to itself) and TOTALLY knows what it's doing! Damaged meat bits? Oh that's EASY! You just FIX that! Replace with meat bits! See? It's BRILLIANT Goo. 10 out of 10 stars, me!

Small problem.

The instructions have been damaged.

PANIC.

Wait! No! We got this! We are Very Smart Goo(tm). And have Space Powers. This is FINE. We'll... we'll just FIX the instructions! Hand me a hammer! If we smash enough bits together, it'll sort? Of look right? Close ENOUGH? Yeeeeeah. We're GENIUS Goo~

Use THAT!

But where did they GET their ill begotten DNA? Well OBVIOUSLY the place all the OTHER DNA they had was stored, DUH? Keep up, says the Goo with literally no braincells making horrifying choices for an unconscious man. It's Earth.

As in... the planet.

It's not even HIS planet. It's AN Earth. A Planet CALLED "Earth" that dwells in the DC universe, not his, and is covered with ZERO(0) Fentons but plenty of superhumans and aliens. THAT planet.

The Goo grabbed the Very BESTEST Meat Instructions it could FIND! The Goo is also a collective and did not AGREE on what the "Best" WAS. But it's... okay, no, I can't lie to you, it is NOT fine.

But thankfully it IS stable.

Because Ectoplasm may be dumb and indiscriminate as super-bacteria with a flamethrower, but it is a MASTER at the jigsaw of Life. It can reanimate ANYTHING.

Including the now SINGLE MOST CHIMERAD MAN you've ever SEEN. Who is he related too? YES. His left knee is Kryptonian, the fingers on his right hand are Tameranian, his skin tone has shifted to the most ambiguously multi-ethnic tone imaginable (think that future of humanity mock up, where they combine every ethnicity on the premise that inter-racial marriage will becoming increasingly common up to the point where we all just kinda look averaged out thanks to the ease of travel) because it's trying to do all of them at once and none of them are willing to back down, because all of them got the instructions "Be Skin". He might have Slade Wilson's cheek bones and hair.

Danny wakes up and basicly is half Ectoplasmic Goo, half the extended Super Community.

AND CANT GET BACK HOME TO FIX IT.

Because of course this IS fixable. It's just medical shape-shifting. But without HIS template, undamaged. His body is REFUSING to change from what is OBVIOUSLY the CORRECT form. And he keeps getting clocked as "probably related to me".

With the Fenton Luck kicking in? The parts of him people manage to swab and/or get DNA from? Keep MATCHING them. Danny doesn't know WHO is behind this but-! *spots a giggle child with a cat* !!!!!!

You.

Klarion you little SHIT!

So now he's wearing a face that's BARELY his, running from very determined superhumans who want to parent him, trying to steal enough technology to build a portal. AND vowing to kick the witch boy's ASS.

This ISNT FUNNY, KLARION.

His body is Frankenstein's FEVER DREAM! Every time he gets hurt, it tries to "FIX" itself! He lost a chunk of his should back there and HIS ENTIRE BODY CHANGED SKIN TONES. He's pretty sure if he SITS funny, his teeth might fall out and regrow POINTY! He's handing you over to WALKER you horrible little gremlin child!

Just? Take the "Danny is related to X" and "Danny is sick" and turn them uuuuup. Make EVERYBODY concerned except Danny. This is just another fucked up adventure in a long string of fucked up adventures. Give him his DNA back. If he has to suffer the Fenton Luck then he should AT LEAST get to keep the Fenton "built like a tank"!

*gets hit again*

*is GREEN now for some reason* The fuck?

Garfield, aka Beast Boy: I HAVE A CLONE SON!?

Danny: Zone DAMN IT not another one!

@ailithnight @hdgnj @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter