Deathstroke tries to have his cake and eat it too in this final volume of the series - with Jericho succumbing to the machinations of Lex Luthor and the Legion of Doom, and Rose nowhere to be found, now is the worst time for Deathstroke to be dead. But wait, who's this guy, who looks peculiarly like Slade, but wants to just live a domestic life instead of one of an assassin?
Ack, a stumble at the last hurdle. Deathstroke's final arc is a bit more jumbled than I would have liked, due to the sheer amount of stuff involved. The Year Of The Villain stuff feels like it should have had its own story arc, and the fallout from the Terminus Agenda is therefore fighting for space. The ultimate conclusion of the book isn't bad, but feels rushed even with the extra-sized issue 50. Priest had a lot of balls in the air, and he manages to catch most of them, but there are definitely a few that hit the ground before the series ends.
On art, predominantly, is Fernando Pasarin, who goes nuts on all the big crowd scenes. He's also joined by series mainstay Carlo Pagulayan, which feels appropriate since he was around when the book launched as well. Deathstroke's always been a good looking book, and that definitely doesn't change.
Deathstroke has always been an ambitious, unapologetic book. You get onboard or you get out of the way, and it follows that through to its finale; it's not a flawless end, but it's not bad. It just really feels like there should have been a bit more real estate.