[02:17 AM. Abandoned Industrial District, Gotham Outskirts. ๏🟠⚫️]
The night is still, too still.. No sounds. Just the low hum of sodium lights over cracked concrete & rusted shipping containers. His target’s been moving for hours, changing routes, doubling back, checking shadows. They thought they were safe.
Wrong.
He’s been here for twelve minutes. Watching. Calculating. The orange-black armor blends into the dark like it was designed for this exact moment. One eye—cold, unblinking—tracks every micromovement
(Enhanced Senses👁️👃👂):
(👁️ → Slight favoring of left leg… hand keeps brushing their hip holster… elevated pulse visible in carotid.)
His mind runs the numbers in silence.
(Enhanced Brain Activity🧠):
(🧠 capacity → 90%… Target weight: ~192 lbs. Center of gravity shifted 3 cm left—old knee injury…Heart rate: 142 bpm. Adrenaline spike in 4.7 seconds if confronted… Probable first move: draw sidearm, feint high, fire low. Counter window: 0.31 seconds… Escape vectors: 9 analyzed. 0 viable.)
He steps out from behind a container stack—no sound, no warning. They didn’t even know he was there. The promethium sword stays sheathed on his back. He doesn’t need it yet.
Deathstroke:
“Contract’s active. No need for names.”
Voice flat, professional. No anger. No pleasure. Just termination.
They spin, weapon up. Finger tightens— He’s already moving. Their shot cracks the night. He’s not there anymore. Before the echo fades, his hand closes around their wrist—precise, surgical. A twist—bone crushes & splinters—under his superhuman grip. The gun clatters away. They swing wild with the off-hand. He reads it before their shoulder even commits.
(Enhanced Brain Function 𖡎⋆):
(𖡎 → Haymaker trajectory: 84% power, 0% accuracy… Brutal counter—leverage maximized.)
He steps inside the arc, drives an elbow into their solar plexus. Air explodes from their lungs before he slams a knee into their torso, rupturing organs… sending them flying through steel walls.
Deathstroke:
“You’re trained. Decent footwork. But predictable. I mapped your patterns three nights ago. Every evasion route, every fallback position. You never stood a chance.”
He stops 2 meters away. They lunge. Before they can recover, Slade pivots—wrenching their arm behind their back—and drives the promethium sword through their spine… C4, murdering them in a pool of their own blood..
As soon as you let your guard down, a sword suddenly pierces through your torso. Slade stabs you from behind, surprising you... gun pressed to your skull.
(Enhanced Healing❤️🩹):
(❤️🩹 → regen active)
Deathstroke:
“Nothing personal. You were my second target”
[1st Contract: fulfilled. Target: eliminated]
[The 2nd Contract: You = Dead]
[2:22 AM]
[NARRATOR: Intelligence: Extraordinary Genius (Despite all of his enhanced physical attributes & healing, immunity❌🦠 etc, Slade's real superpower is his intellect. His strategic genius is superior to Batman. Outsmarted Batman on multiple occasions. Batman doesn't even try to understand his real motives. Has eidetic memory, remembered a guy he saw for 3 seconds a decade ago. Nonchalantly figured out Batman's identity & sneaked up on him, putting a gun to his face. Deathstroke enhancements also evolved his brain, granting him an enhanced mental capacity, causing his mind to operate at peak efficiency, 9 times beyond that of a normal man. He describes his mind as a super-computer designed to process information & break it down with superior tactical & strategic thought. He is ingenious in; devising solutions against superior aspects of opponents, observing & exploiting, & can instantly make any calcs especially regarding distance, speed, & time; his sense of timing is perfect. He immediately solves any problem he happens to face & instantly formulates how to overcome any obstacle. He can understand the mechanics behind any issue he faces & knows what must be done to solve any problem]