Beloved With White Hair

(A/N: Deathstroke is 30-years-old and Dick is 18. In this Dick has just turned into Renegade once again. Bruce is a asshole and Rose hates Dick for stealing her fathers affection. There will be smut, very detailed smut, so be warned... See ya! Panther xx)

When Slade Joseph Wilson awoke he lay there for a moment just basking in the warmth of his bed. He reached out and ran his slightly calloused fingers along the sheets beside him. He cracked his only eye open and sat up. He reached on the bedside table and grabbed his eye patch, slipping it over his eye and securing it loosely. He yawned as he slid to the side of his bed and slipped his feet into his fluffy slippers, which he secretly enjoyed, and stood, the bed covers slipping from his waist to pool on the floor behind him as he walked over to his robe which he had discarded the night before. He slid his arms into the invitingly warm blue sleeves and pulled the robe around his body, securing it tightly.

Taking his time to untie his plait and loosen it so it flowed in loose waves down his back. His shimmering white hair stood out from the dark room and his tanned skin. He walked into his ensuite and relieved himself before cleaning up and walking downstairs. He smiled as he heard the hum of the radio from the kitchen. He wandered to the kitchen and leaned in the doorway, he chuckled as he watched his husband dance around the kitchen. He smiled softly before walking up behind him and hugging the shorter man's waist. He nuzzled his nose into the other's neck, inhaling deeply 'lime, leather, and rose. God, I love this man' he smiled and kissed the males cheek. "Morning Dickiebird," he said softly, as the other turned around showing a young face with sapphire eyes that sparkled in the morning light. His ebony hair fell haphazardly into his eyes and fluttered as Slade's soft breaths hit his face. "Morning my love," the younger man responded in his light and deep voice, a heartwarming smile spreading across his face.

The pair shared a tender kiss, that if Slade hadn't pulled away from, would have gotten rather hot and sexual quickly. They heard a noise of disgust and turned their gazes to Slade's only daughter, Rose, who had taken a severe dislike to Richard almost immediately. Richard, or Dick, didn't know what he'd done to deserve such dislike from the teen but he was determined to find out to stop the arguments that ensued if he wanted even a hug from his husband. Slade was fiercely protective of both his husband and his daughter, he wanted them to get along but he knew that it just wouldn't happen. Dick smiled at her and bode her a good morning as he turned back to their breakfast, fried eggs, bacon, and toast. Slade and Rose sat at the table, Rose began to sharpen her knives and Slade began reading the paper. It all seemed to be okay before Rose threw a blade at the back of Dick's head, gulping as he caught it between his fingers quicker than her eyes could follow.

He turned and stared at her before smiling and chuckling, setting it down on the table with her and her biological dad's breakfast. Dick then walked out the room to dress for his and his husbands "business" meeting today. He slid into the Renegade costume with a relaxed sigh, strapping the extensive array of knives to his chest and sliding the two pistols into holsters on his thighs. He seemed more content now as he strapped his boots on and moved to grab his mask. He slipped it down over his face as his husband walked in, blinking at his man through the red lenses. He sat on the window sill as he watched Slade get dressed and smiled as he got up to tie the man's hair up. It was a wonder he couldn't do it.

Dick pressed a warm kiss to his hubby's lips before he pulled on his own mask. Slade watched with a satisfied smirk as the younger male turned and walked away, biting his lip at the tightness of the pants over his man's fine bottom. He soon followed and gave the regular warnings to Rose. They left and soon were on their way to meet up with Luthor and The Light. Unfortunately for them luck just wasn't on their side this morning.

They ran, almost literally, into The Justice League and Renegade's ex-teammates. Both sighed and began fighting their respective opponents, The Team taking on Renegade while Slade fought The Justice League. The duo was thrown into each other, Dick groaning in pain as he landed on his ass. Slade helped him up and decided to hold him in a bridal carry as he ran away, breathing heavily as he outran the heroes. They crept into The Light's secret base and finally arrived, albeit late, and slumped in their chairs. They sported injuries, Slade's already healing. Dick had gashes lining his face uncovered by the mask and clearly had at the very least bruised ribs. The group of villains saw the couple and looked shocked "What on Earth happened Slade!?" shouted Lex. "Simple. I and Renegade had a run in with the League and the sidekick patrol," he grunted, "and got our asses handed to us on a silver platter."

Everyone looked at Renegade who tossed a microchip in a plastic baggy at Lex. The man caught it and looked at the male who was barely staying conscious, "T-that is all," he broke off to sputter and cough, "of B-batmans contingency plans to take down the League." Slade dived forwards to catch his husband as the male collapsed forwards, completely unconscious, concern and fear running through his veins.

It was gonna be a LONG meeting...