In truth, what had always troubled Deathstroke was never just the identity of "father" or "Assassin," but switching between those two identities.
Deathstroke had not built a family because he wanted to use it as a disguise. Plenty of infiltration-type Assassins did that because they needed to move within the rules of society. Like throwing on a sheepskin to blend into the flock, dragging a wife and kids along made it seem more real. But Deathstroke had no need for that. That was not the route he took.
He had built a family purely because he wanted to build a family. Maybe he did not love them that much, but in the end, he still loved them. He loved his wife and son and wanted to live with them. So he did.
But all along, he had been trying to turn himself into a symbol of violence. That made it impossible for him to adapt to peaceful family life. Violence had already been carved into his genes. Settling down to be a good husband and a good father was fairly difficult for him.
At first, it had been the aftereffects of his body modifications that made him irritable from time to time, forcing him to stay away from his family and kill people to vent. Later, that became a habit. After a few days at home, he had to leave quickly, or he would feel pent-up all over.
As a result, he could not enjoy family life. On one hand, he loved them, but on the other, prolonged contact was very difficult. He wanted control, but had to leave from time to time. That was the hardest problem to solve when it came to his own emotions.
But now, Deathstroke had another line of thought. Actually, it seemed he could