100 FC Sladin, 100 Fic Challenge Slade/Robin

[SladinForever]

I found a new way to keep this place alive; post my 100 Ficcy Challenges that are on fanfiction.net. Please leave a comment

NOTE: They won't be in order. I usually only write them if I feel like writing certain ones. I've been lazy with these challenges (almost been a year since I started it)

1. Introduction
ALWAYS listen to the fortune teller

1. Introduction

I forgot what it was like to be just plain, old Richard Dick Grayson. I was 16 years old, I could do whatever I wanted. So what I wanted to do was go out and have some fun as, simply, Dick Grayson.

I donned a red T-shirt and semi-tight, faded blue jeans with white sneakers. I just had to do one last thing in the bathroom before I was totally ready.

Carefully removing my mask, I set it on the sink counter. Looking in the mirror, I was almost shocked to see my crystal blue eyes. It had been, what, eight to nine years now since I had last seen my eyes before the mask covered them? I closed my eyes and shook my head. This was Dick's night, not the poster boy Robin's. I was going to have some fun no matter what dammit! Even if it meant people finding out about me and talking to me (that was a risk I was willing to take).

Opening my bedroom window, I jumped down and landed gracefully on my feet. Once being an acrobat (and still appearing like one) always made me graceful enough to never fall. I walked to the edge of the island and found the rowboat I had left there earlier that afternoon. I clambered in and sat down on the bench before grabbing the oars. After rowing halfway across the bay, I looked back at the T-shaped building that was my home. I left my communicator in my room so that the Titans couldn't contact me. It took me half an hour to decide whether or not to keep it in my pocket. Luckily I had this great feeling that nothing bad would happen tonight, so I wasn't all that worried about Di-Robin's team.

I rowed the rest of the way in silence, except for the sound of splashing water. I bumped into the docks ten minutes later. Setting the oars back into the boat, I stood up and stepped onto the dock. I tightly tied the boat to a dock cleat. Standing up straight, I breathed in the fresh, clean, crisp air; I felt like a new person. For being that new person, I took my first, new step into the real world. I was finally able to be normal again. All thoughts of this Robin character vanished from my mind and all of Dick came back. For one night I would leave the Teen Titans to enjoy myself. Now I just had to decide where to start. The city was fairly big after all.

Thinking back to my circus days, I thought that checking out the street markets around Main street would be a great place to start. Heading in that direction, I felt light on my feet. There was this new spring in my step that I never had before as I walked. It felt great!

I examined a few of the stands. A while later, I passed a fortune teller's stand. I wasn't very fond about these kinds of things; I didn't believe in ghosts or people knowing the future. I was about to check out a ring market to purchase a ring for Starfire when a silvery female voice called to me. I stopped and turned around. An old woman wearing a shawl stood on her small pouf.

"Come here, child," she said. "I can sense your aura pulsing. Please, come and let me tell you your future." I tried to protest, saying that I didn't believe in any of that, but the woman wouldn't hear of it. "Do not be afraid, child."

I looked around to see if anyone was staring; luckily no one was. Sighing, I walked over to the table and sat down. The fortune teller took my hands in her long, slender, white fingers and held them palm up. She traced the lines on my hand for at least three minutes. I hoped this wouldn't cost me anything. The woman laid my hands back on the table. I pulled them away. She smiled at me.

"You are very lucky, boy," she said. "Your future is looking very bright. Tonight, you will meet a very handsome man."

I sweat dropped. The woman stood up and smiled at me some more. I stood too.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked.

The woman shook her head.

"Do not worry dear," she said. "There is no charge for new customers."

I gave her a smile since I was nice like that.

"Thank you."

The woman turned around and went back into her tiny tent. Raising my right hand to my face, I examined my palm. I wasn't sure how she could know that I would meet a man tonight just by looking at my hand, but I thought nothing of it. My stomach suddenly growled. An image of a juicy hamburger popped into my head. I shook it to clear away the image. I turned around and continued on my way.

* * *

Nope, no handsome man there. Maybe behind me...? No. Wait, maybe......oh, no, false alarm, just a nerd. I smacked my forehead; didn't mean for that one to slip out.

My mind was stuck on the fortune teller's prediction. How did a handsome man tie in with my future being bright? And what made that teller think I would find a man handsome? I was a teenage boy for Christ's sake! I had a love interest with Starfire, not a guy.

"I don't know what that woman was on, but she messed up on my fortune," I said out loud. Luckily I was in a dance club, so no one could hear me unless they were right beside or behind me. I instinctively looked in all directions. I took a deep breath. I had to stop worrying; I was supposed to have a good time. "Why would I want to meet a handsome man anyway?"

Someone tapped my shoulder. I tensed up, my spine tingling.

"Is this seat taken?"

I spun around on the stool and saw a tall, handsome, one-eyed man standing beside me. He wore a black eye patch over his wounded right eye. Even though I suddenly felt very numb, I shook my head anyway. The man smiled and sat down beside me. I slowly turned back to the counter right when the man was taking his order from the lovely waitress. I sipped moodily at my soda through the straw, glancing a few times at the man. The waitress brought the man a drink and he paid her with tip. The waitress came over to me.

"Everything okay, deary?"

I nodded.

"Yes, thank you." She smiled then went back to work. I glanced at the man again, who took a swig of his drink. I hardly took a moment to stop myself when I asked, "So...um...Can I ask what happened with your eye...sir?"

The man looked at me.

"You already did," he said with a smile. "My ex-wife shot me."

I looked away.

"Sorry I asked."

"No apologies necessary." I smirked. The man held his hand out to me. I stared at it as though a hand was foreign to me. "I should've introduced myself before. My name is Wilson."

Without hesitation, I shook the man's hand, even though I was very nervous; I still remembered the fortune teller's prediction.

I smiled.

"Name's Dick."

[Dark Austral]

That was great. Liked how Dick was all looking out for a handsome guy and Boom in pops Slade at the end. Love at first sight

[SladinForever]

Thankies ^^ Gonna post #2 now thanks to you (Slade might be OOC XD)




2. Love
Love has a strange way of returning to you

2. Love

For the past two months everything had been confusing, but it was all clear now; the second chance he always needed was what led him to cause more destruction. Robin hadn’t known or understood why the one he never told he loved had been doing this…until now.

“So let me get this straight; you helped Trigon by targeting Raven, telling and showing her what she was destined to do, and hurting me so that you could be with me?”

Slade ran a gloved hand through Robin’s hair gently. He pushed a strand behind his ear.

“That’s right.”

“Then when you said ‘I didn’t come back for you’, that was a lie?”

Slade nodded.

“Not only did I come back to do Trigon’s chores, but to be with you, yes,” he said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you; I needed to keep Trigon’s trust. But, in the end, it has come to this.”

Robin’s masked eyes narrowed in sadness.

“You’ve been gone for almost a year,” he said. “You could’ve at least tried to-”

Slade placed his hands on Robin’s shoulders.

“You’ve forgotten that Trigon is all seeing, pretty bird,” he said. “If he didn’t have that ability, I would have gladly told you. I’m very sorry for any pain I have caused you from this. I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you every time you visited Terra’s grave. I’m sorry; for all of it.”

Robin and Slade stared silently at each other for a long time. The boy slowly smiled.

“I forgive you,” he said. “As long as you’re here now, that’s all that matters.” Slade placed his right hand on the boy’s cheek. Robin placed his hand over his. He closed his eyes, tears forming behind his mask. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Slade smiled slightly.

“So have I, my little Robin.” Wrapping his arms around him, Slade hugged the boy close to his chest. Robin hugged back, tears falling past his mask. They stayed that way for a while before the man pushed him back. “Once the Earth is saved, we will be together once again.”

Robin wiped at his cheeks and then sniffed. He regained his composure and then smirked.

“I know it’s a bad time, but…will you take me?”

Slade’s eye widened slightly. He quickly stepped back and turned halfway, rubbing the side of his masked head. Robin blinked in confusion.

“That’s…an impossible request at the moment,” he muttered.

Robin quirked an eyebrow at the man.

“The Titans can hold off for five extra-”

“That may be so, but…that’s not the reason.”

Robin chuckled.

“What; did your balls drop off?” The hero’s eyes widened when Slade cleared his throat. He snorted as he tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it in. He burst out laughing, clutching at his stomach while doing so. “You’re dickless! Th-That’s…That’s…Tha-” Robin stopped. Embarrassment quickly formed over his face. He slowly looked up at Slade, who was still rubbing the side of his head. “W-Wait… Then that would mean-?”

Lowering his hand, Slade turned back to him.

“I have no flesh and blood,” he said. “My entire body melted away when I fell into the volcano. Only a skeleton remains.” The man paused. “I would love to touch and caress every inch of your beautiful skin, Robin, but for now, it’s impossible. Once this is all over and we return, with your friends, to your Tower, I will make love to you; I promise.”

Robin blushed horribly.

“I…I’ll hold you to that then.”

Slade ran his hand through Robin’s hair again.

“Then let’s continue.”

The man walked past Robin and continued on his way. The boy didn’t follow.

“Slade?”

The man stopped and looked over his shoulder. He saw Robin pushing the tips of his pointer fingers together in front of his face.

“Yes, Robin?”

The boy looked up at him.

“Can you show me your face before we continue?”

Slade stared at him momentarily before smiling.

“If you wish it.” Turning around, Slade walked over to Robin. He raised his hand to his face and slowly took off the Halloween mask. Robin’s eyes widened once he saw Slade’s skull and the ruined, right eye socket. “I’m sorry if it repulses you in any way.”

Robin blinked. He shook his head.

“No, it’s just…a little creepy,” he said sheepishly. “I’m just so used to the face and hair; heh.”

Slade placed his mask back on before smiling behind it.

“Understandable.” He paused. “I think it’s more than fair that you let me see your eyes once again.”

Robin looked down at the ground and rubbed the back of his head.

“Um…”

Gently gripping his chin, Slade made Robin look up at him.

“I have missed those dark blue eyes, my little Robin.”

The hero looked off to the side.

“There’s nothing special about them, Slade,” he said quietly. “They’re just blue…”

Slade had a feeling Robin was hiding something from him.

“Well they are special to me,” he said. “I want…no, need, to see them.” He rested his fingers on the corner of Robin’s mask. “Please.”

“You really don’t-”

Robin clenched his eyes shut tight when Slade quickly ripped the mask off his eyes. The adhesive glue had burned the edges as it had been ripped off. The villain stared expressionlessly at the boy’s face; he could clearly see the scar running vertical over his right eye. Robin slowly opened them and stared at Slade sadly. Raising his left hand, the man lightly traced over his scar with his thumb.

“It is official, Robin,” he said gently, “you and I really are a lot alike.”

Robin reverted his eyes to the ground. Tears formed.

“It’s not that, it’s just-” Robin paused. “If anyone had the right to put the scar there,” he looked up, “it should’ve been you; not Raven.”

Slade smiled.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself,” he said, wiping Robin’s tears away. “The thought of hurting you saddens me.”

Robin’s eyes seemed to dance as he smiled.

“Really?”

Slade nodded.

“I never want to hurt you again,” he said. “Now come; we have to save Earth.”

Nodding, Robin continued to follow Slade down the dark path.

* * *

Robin dodged off to the side before Trigon’s deadly eye beam zoomed past him. He rolled over just in time to see Slade get hit head on. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran towards the fallen man. Another eye blast came from behind him. The boy was hit full force in the back. He flipped over and crashed roughly in the cracked road. He stopped right in front of Slade’s feet, his eyes closed and his body unmoving. Little Raven ran over to Robin and tried shaking him awake.

“Get up! Robin, please! Get up!”

Slade’s eye stirred behind his mask. He slowly opened it briefly and then groaned. Closing it, he dragged himself up into a sitting position against the chunk of broken building. Opening his eye, he saw Raven, now back to normal age, standing in front of the fallen Robin. Her cloak was now white, her hair reaching her lower back. Ignoring her for now as she advanced on Trigon, Slade clumsily stood up and stumbled towards the boy. He fell to his knees, his right hand reaching for Robin’s head. The man ran a gentle hand through his hair.

“Robin, you have…to…get up now.” The boy didn’t move. Reaching with both hands, Slade gripped Robin’s arms and dragged him across the street towards him. Sitting back down, he laid Robin in his lap and held him. He lightly shook the boy. “Robin; get up.” Slade paused, ignoring the sounds around him. Robin still wouldn’t move or open his eyes. The villain’s body shook slightly as he realized his worst fear seemed to be coming true. “Robin…?”

Tears formed in Slade’s eye. He shook Robin harder, calling his name. The boy showed no signs of waking up. After a few more shakes, the man stopped, realization hitting him hard in the chest. He didn’t notice that the Earth was returning to normal nor did he see the Titans looking at him. Raven pushed her way to the front. She stared expressionlessly down at Slade, who lifted the boy up and hugged him tightly. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Dudes, why is-?”

Raven held her hand out to stop Beast Boy from finishing. The boy kept his mouth shut. The Empath stepped up to Slade.

“Slade,” she said quietly, “don’t give up on him just yet.”

Slade was breathing heavily as he continued to cry. Robin still didn’t open his eyes. Reaching up with his left hand, Slade removed his mask and set it aside. The Titans stared wide-eyed as they saw his identity; untidy white hair, five o’clock shadow, and a ruined right eye. Slade stared down at the boy in his arms, his tears dripping onto his cheek. Not caring that most of the city was watching, the man bent over and softly kissed Robin’s mouth.

Both Beast Boy and Cyborg’s mouths dropped open. Starfire looked confused. Raven blinked. Ending the kiss, Slade slowly raised his head to stare down at Robin. When the boy didn’t awaken, his eyes narrowed halfway as tears formed again. They streamed down his cheeks, his teeth clenched in anger. A strangled sob escaped him. Wrapping his arms tighter around him, Slade continued to cry with his eyes shut tight. The Titans stared sadly at the scene, the condition of their leader breaking their hearts. Robin was…

Gone.

* * *

“S-Slade…” The man’s breath hitched in his throat. He suddenly felt faint breaths on his skin. “Slade; are y-you…crying?”

Slowly lifting his head up and back, Slade looked down and saw Robin with his eyes opened halfway and his mouth partially opened as he continued to breathe. The man stared down at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“R-Robin…?”

The boy closed his eyes in exhaustion for a few seconds before opening them again. He felt so tired and weak. Closing his mouth, the boy slowly smiled.

“I-I w-wanted to tell y-you sooner but I…I didn’t get the chance t-to say that I…that I l-l-l…I lo-” Slade had to bend down to hear Robin’s fading voice. “I l-love…y-you…”

Slade stared down at Robin as the boy closed his eyes again and drifted away, his smile still on his face. The man closed his mouth and stared sadly down at the boy still in his arms. After waiting a few seconds, Raven walked up to Slade and stared down at him.

“He’s going to be okay,” she said. Slade continued to stare at Robin, his eyes unblinking. “Let’s get him back to the Tower.”

Slade slowly looked up at her, his eyes blank. Raven held her hand out to him. He stared at it in silence for a long time, as though it were foreign to him. Swallowing his pride, the man grabbed her hand and allowed her to help him to his feet. He continued to hold Robin close, not wanting to ever let go.

* * *

“You should know me by now; I always bounce back.”

Slade chuckled. Two weeks had passed since the end of the world. Slade and Robin were standing in front of the giant glass windows of the Tower, looking out at the city. The boy was leaning on crutches and favoring his left leg. He wore a red T-shirt with black shorts that reached his knees and was barefoot.

“Yes, I have forgotten how strong you can be.”

Robin smiled.

“I’m not as strong as you,” he said.

Slade looked at him.

“On the contrary, little Robin; we’re exactly the same.”

Robin turned to face Slade, a grin on his face.

“I suppose you’re right.” Continuing to smile at him, Slade rested his right hand to his neck and leaned in for a kiss. Robin opened his mouth seconds before the man reached him. Slade slid his tongue into the hero’s mouth and massaged his own. “And I’m…still…holding you to…your…promise…”

Robin almost lost his balance when Slade kissed him harder. The man held tightly onto him so that he wouldn’t fall and hurt himself.

“A-hem!”

Slade ended the kiss short. Robin blushed.

“Sorry Raven.”

The Empath stood behind them, her arms folded over her chest.

“Not only that, but Robin, you need more rest. I also need to see how well you have healed so far.”

Robin nodded.

“Yes, Raven.”

Slade pushed a strand of hair behind the boy’s ear.

“I will see you in a bit.”

Nodding, Robin gripped his crutches, stood a little straighter, and then followed Raven out of the main room. Slade watched them go. Turning back to the windows, he stared at the beautiful city and smiled.

[Dark Austral]

Awwww how romantic. Yeah, Slade was a bit OOC but man when he cried while clutching Robin's unconscious body thinking he was dead...so sad!!! Pulled at some heartstrings there. But I loved how Robin asked Slade to take him. I could so see it in the my head with Slade blushing and trying to come up with some gentle way of saying, "I'm a walking skeleton."

Man, this one makes me want to rewatch the last part of The End. Good job!

[SladinForever]

haha, thanks ^^ I will post the next one tomorrow; time for bed! XD

[SladinForever]

8. Innocence
His innocence was taken from him


His innocence has been taken away from him. The nightmares haunt him, his dreams never happy. And it doesn't help that the man that took his innocence away sleeps next to him at night. Sometimes he can't sleep, knowing that his nightmare is there beside him. His lips are still bruised and bleeding. He shivers every time he's touched. He wants to cry but he knows it won't help; not one bit. He can still feel the curious hand stroking his thigh; can still feel the hand in his hair, gripping tightly. The smell of sweat and blood still lingers in the air.

His innocence has been shattered like glass, falling into nothing. No amount of scrubbing can bring it back. Wishing that it never happened is a waste. Hoping for it to come back is fine, but he knows it won't; he's not stupid. He knows his life will never be the same again, and he can't stand that. He wants to die, wants to cry. But then he thinks, he died along with his innocence. He will never be happy, knowing that his innocence will never be back.

His innocence kept him alive, kept him going. He's given up, given in.

His innocence is gone, gone forever.

His innocence...innocence...

Innocence.




13. Misfortune
"This misfortune you have given me"

Even though the entire day had gone perfectly, the misfortune brought onto Robin at the end of the day was too much to bear.

It was a late Friday night and the sky was completely clear and filled with stars. Robin, wearing a red T-shirt with a red-breasted robin on the back, was on his way to an old abandoned apartment complex that he only visited Friday nights. He was only five minutes away.

Reaching the front door of the tall building, Robin made sure the coast was clear before pulling it open. He stepped inside, the door clacking shut behind him. He went up the stairs that lay feet from the door and walked until he reached the very last level, where the previous owner had lived. Robin reached for the door knob, but stopped the second he heard creaking behind the door. He looked at the wall clock to his left and saw that he was early. The hero always met a certain someone at nine each Friday night. That certain someone never came early or late to the set time. Robin looked back at the door, his hand shaking slightly as he held the doorknob. Gulping, he turned the knob and pushed open the door.

Robin’s mouth fell partly open once he saw what lay before him; literally.

“Ah…Slade…”

Robin felt tears form in the corners of his eyes. Slade, his Friday night lover, was fucking a red-haired boy of only seventeen on the king-sized bed that normally had him and Robin lying intertwined on it. The two males were too preoccupied to notice that the hero had arrived. His bottom lip quivered slightly once he realized that Slade was cheating on him for some stupid kid he probably found on the street. He clenched his teeth as tears streamed down his face.

“YOU BASTARD!”

Slade immediately stopped and quickly looked over his shoulder, his eye open wide.

“Robin...”

Unable to take the sight before him, Robin turned around and fled down the stairs. He shoved his way out the front door, jumped down from the short steps, and ran down the sidewalk, tears flying in the wind. Looking down, he clenched his eyes shut tight and ran as fast as he could down the street. The image of Slade having sex with some random kid played vividly in his mind.

Reaching the Wayne Enterprises building, he whipped out his grapple and shot it at the high roof. He quickly rose into the air and landed on the roof. The boy ran towards the giant white letters and hid behind them, trying to catch his breath. Anger getting the best of him, Robin screamed out his anger, sadness, and frustration. Leaning over with his arms around his stomach, his eyes quivered behind his lids as he continued to cry and sob.

“W-Why; why w-would you do th-this to me?!”

Robin stayed in the same crouched position for five hours. Two hours into the five, he had stopped crying and tried to figure out why Slade would do something like this. Did the man not love him anymore? Had he just been a one night stand to the villain? So many depressing thoughts had run through his mind during the short time. This really had been a misfortune.

Slowly getting to his feet, Robin turned around the corner of the letter W and walked towards the edge of the roof. He stared down at the dark street that was faintly lit by sidewalk lights. Silent tears streamed down his face. Reaching down, he unbuckled his belt and gently tossed it over the edge. He watched as it slowly fell towards the sidewalk. Once it landed, he removed his T-shirt, which Slade had given him, and tossed it over the edge. The boy removed his skate shoes and socks and threw them down as well. He paused at the zipper of his black jeans. Sniffing, Robin unzipped them and pushed them off his slim hips. He removed the jeans and tossed them over. All he wore now was his black boxers.

“This misfortune you have given me,” he muttered to the wind.

Closing his eyes and lifting his left leg, Robin slowly fell forward and off the roof. He plummeted towards the sidewalk, the wind rushing through his hair. This was the end; and it was all because of the misfortune brought onto him.

* * *

It was raining very hard. Blood was slowly being washed away on the sidewalk in front of the Wayne Enterprises building. Robin was lying on the concrete, curled up halfway and his mouth opened. His clothes and belt lay around him. The boy wasn’t moving nor did goose bumps form on his naked body as he lay in the cold rain. Robin was dead.

Slade stood in front of the boy, his face blank. His white hair lay flat on his forehead from the rain. His clothes were drenched, the result of standing in the rain for two hours being the cause. Tears did not form in his unblinking eyes. Slowly crouching in front of Robin, Slade picked him up in his strong, naked, wet arms and stood up. He grabbed the boy’s yellow utility belt and laid it on his stomach. Turning around, he headed in the direction of the bay.

* * *

Rain splattered the giant windows of Titans Tower. The Titans were in the giant living room, their faces full of shock at the sight before them. Slade stared silently at them, his eyes unblinking.

“Robin’s…dead?” Beast Boy asked, his voice cracking.

Slade blinked.

“Yes, Robin is dead,” he said calmly. “He committed suicide.” Starfire’s hand immediately flew to her mouth, tears leaking from her eyes. She quickly turned and sobbed onto Raven’s shoulder. The Empath had tears in her eyes, but they did not fall. Cyborg couldn’t stay standing. Beast Boy turned into a dog and whimpered. Slade stared at all of their sad faces, Robin still lying in his arms. He blinked again. “I’m sorry.”

Raven gently pushed Starfire aside. She approached Slade. The villain stared down at her, his face emotionless.

“You caused this…didn’t you?”

Tears finally formed in Slade’s eyes at this question.

“Yes,” he said, tears falling from his eyes; his blind eye was crying tears of blood.

Walking past her, Slade handed Robin over to Cyborg, who stood back up and grabbed him. Without another word, the man turned around and left, never to be seen again…

All because of one misfortune.

This post has been edited by SladinForever on Apr 1 2009, 02:45 AM