Ah...
*looks around sheepishly, hangs head...*
Sorry, m'dears... my sister took back her hijacked laptop and I've been fighting with the thing what sucks ass here.. got it working again, through my infinite awesome. So... hi. ^__^;;
Did I post these before? I've beefed them up a little, so even if I did...
A whie back, when I disappeared before, when I came back Robin and Raven pounced on me... *wipes away a tear of pride* I have taught them so well... *sniffs*
Anyway... they launched into this carefully choreographed scenario [that I then did my best to foul up... I'm very good at that] which ended in me all but crushing Robin's windpipe. And good times were had by all. ^__~
Anyhoo... I told you that story so that I could tell you this one... when he came back from whatever pulled him away from our fight my total massacre of him, Robin gave me one of those 'to easy to let it slide' opportunities [you know the type... I'm just incapable of passing them up... especially when they originate from Robin]... and this happened.
Title: Lament of a Mirage...
Author: xxdeathstrokexx [aka- sladexrobin]
Pairing: Slade/Robin
Rating: I'ma go with PG-13... but the underage slash connotations might squick some of the more faint of heart.
Universe: This is a one-shot AU loosely based in the Teen Titans/Deathstroke the Terminator Comicverse with a bit of Toonverse, just 'cause...
Dedication: To my Robin, and my Raven. And the Slade's who live in my head...
Soundtrack: Live, The Distance to Here... [that's right, the whole album...]
***
Slade arched an eyebrow.
"You are one screwed up kid, Robin..."
"I am not..."
Slade reached out one hand slowly and traced phantom bruises on Robin's throat.
"Even you don't believe that..."
Trying to stop himself from shivering, even a little, he glared up towards Slade.
"How would you know?"
His fingers encircled Robin's throat loosely and he stepped closer, his voice quietly forboding.
"I just do..."
Unfortunately, he couldn't quite manage to suppress the shivers weaving through him after that simple assertion; he tried to push himself away, but he couldn't, almost scared to take his eyes off Slade. He felt helpless. Needless to say, that bothered him.
He stroked his thumb along the side of Robin's windpipe, ghosting lightly over his Adam's apple... his voice was a dark rush of air, barely audible as he moved closer, pressing Robin back a step toward the wall.
"Just a little more pressure here..." He hovered the pad of his thumb just beneath Robin's Adam's apple. "Just the slightest push..." He let his thumb brush the sensitive skin of Robin's throat, grazing back and forth against it...
Barely drawing his hands back, he felt the wall at the edge of his fingertips and became hesitant to even swallow, to breath. Tilting his head back, he licked his lips, his eyes on Slade's arm. He winced when he felt fingers over his throat again, expecting Slade to damage him right there. He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying something he would surely regret.
Slade closed his eye slowly, dropping his hand to his side and half turning away, still standing closer than necessary or comfortable...
"You shouldn't have come here, kid..."
Easing and feeling able to breath now, even just a little bit, wasn't making him feel better. His gaze still hadn't left Slade.
"Then let me leave..." He said quietly, and not just because of the slight hoarseness it carried.
Slade turned his head, his eye opening to reveal a strange, sorrowful gaze.
"Sorry, kid... but that's not really an option anymore." Some dark and foreign emotion slid beneath his sadness, making it more painful to behold. He lifted his hand once more, tracing the edge of Robin's mask with a slightly trembling finger. "Maybe not in this time... maybe not in this universe... but somewhere, and somewhen... you'll always be here." His tone conveyed something beyong their corporeal being... it implied some deeper, temporal meaning...
Robin watched him, his glaring expression slowly morphing into confusion, one that reflected his sudden doubt. He wanted to look away, and found himself unable to, just stirring with the touch that bordered his mask.
"What...?" It was an unfinished question that didn't need to be finished.
Sliding his palm against Robin's jaw, Slade shook his head once.
"You'll know someday... just remember," he smiled tiredly. "Even at my worst... I wasn't evil." With that, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of Robin's mask, just over his temple... he paused there for a second, his breath hot against Robin's skin... his form became misty and wraith like, the lights of the abandoned street filtering though him... just before he faded completely, he pressed his lips to the corner of Robin's mouth... and vanished.
"Someday..." his voice whispered in the night. "You'll understand."
I have a gift.
I can be having a perfectly normal, non-role-playing-in-any-way conversation... and then >>bam<< I see an opening and Slade is there.
My Robin watches for it... tries to compensate...
But I have an edge, you see...
He leaves openings... because he wants me to do it. ^__~
So, you all get more fic.
Ta-da!!
Title: Soul Ownership, Duel Custody...
Author: xxdeathstrokexx [aka- sladexrobin]
Pairing: Slade/Robin
Rating:
Universe: Another one-shot AU... looks like comics!Slade found his way into the Toonverse again... ^__^; I keep telling them to keep that door locked, but do they listen?
Dedication: To my Robin, for all the little openings that let me drag OOC comments into RP radness.
Soundtrack:
A/N: No, I'm not sure what I mean by the title. Or rather, I'm sure what I mean, but I'm not exactly sure how to explain it. Read on, and maybe you'll figure it out for yourself.
***
Robin: (( Holy shit... be right back, my ear is bleeding like you wouldn't believe ))
DeathStroketT: ((Shit. ^__^; ))
DeathStroketT: ((Hope you're alright...))
Robin: (( Bleh. I guess that's what I get for itching a cut. ))
DeathStroketT: ((Indeed... you okay now?))
Robin: (( Yeah. ))
DeathStroketT: ((Good to hear...))
"Fool boy..." Slade shook his head, grabbing Robin's chin and turning his face to the side so that he ccould inspect the injury. "You should be more careful."
Clenching his teeth a bit, Robin narrowed his eyes, taking second-thoughts about jerking away.
"It's nothing..."
His grip tightened slightly when Robin tensed, but not enough to cause the boy anymore damage than he has already inflicted on himself.
"Maybe not to you... but I don't like to see my property damaged." He smiled savagely and dabbed at the small wound with a cloth. "At least not when it isn't necessary..."
He turned his gaze toward Slade as well as he could with his movement restricted.
"I'm not your property." The assertion sounded more like a growl than words.
He released Robin's jaw long enough to trace a finger over the small 's' tattooed on his neck, just beneath his ear.
"No?"
Robin visibly tensed, and found himself glaring at the wall; it was almost a reminder... no, it was a reminder. He knew what was there...
"That doesn't mean anything." He said in the same tone, his headstrong attitude still clinging on for life.
Slade arched an eyebrow, still more amused than irritated.
"Perhaps you'd like another? So you'd have a matching pair, one on each side?" He turned Robin's head, his gaze lingering on the unmarked skin beneath his other ear, and then turned it back. He pinched Robin's ear suddenly, reopening the small wound. "Or maybe I should clip your ears?"
He winced, his fingers curled into fists, but he otherwise didn't move.
"No." He said quickly, urgently, trying to turn enough to look toward Slade, his brows furrowing slightly.
His smile turned malevolent.
"Why so adamant, Robin? I thought you'd want to look like the Bat."
His expression suddenly faltered, a growl parting from him slowly.
"That. Isn't. Funny." He managed to press through his teeth, accompanied by a rather dirty look.
Slade snorted.
"I'm sure I can find another way to mark you, Robin... but you are mine. Denial changes nothing."
Resuming his glare, he firmly crossed his arms over his chest and turned his gaze away from Slade. Unable to-- and deciding against anyway-- making a snappy comeback, he remained silent.
Slade smiled with a strange gentleness.
"Much better, Robin..." He laid his hand along Robin's cheek lightly. "But don't turn away from me." He slapped Robin hard, without warning.
He almost twisted away from Slade's touch, but he didn't really get a chance. His arms uncrossed and he took a step back, making a quick attempt to brace himself. It was obvious he hadn't been ready for the blow, even if he tried to hide it. Staring at Slade after a moment, his angry, masked eyes widening, he wondered vaguely that he hadn't been ready for that. As much as he wanted to object in some way, he knew better...but he wasn't about to apologize either.
His own gaze heavy lidded and dark, he smiled, looking as though he could easily follow Robin's train of thought.
"You will be more careful in the future, yes?
Robin didn't dare take his gaze from the man.
"Yes..."
His lips twisted into a further parody of fatherly approval.
"Good. And why will you be more careful, Robin?"
Clenching his teeth slightly, he didn't realize he was tensing up again.
"Because..." He started through his teeth slightly, before trying to loosen his jaw to talk straight so he wouldn't have to repeat it. "You don't... want unnecessary damage done to your... property..." He said, keeping as closely to Slade's own words as he could, struggling to make the statement less his.
He snorted and grabbed Robin by the back of the neck, pushing him into the middle of the room and shaking his head.
"Really, Robin... I expected more of a fight from you..."
Robin moved a step further from Slade carefully.
"It's not like they've been doing me any good." He snapped, regretting the words as soon as they crossed his tongue.
"You're smarter than you look, boy..." Slade laughed, ruffling Robin's hair suddenly. "You might even make it out of this intact..."
Once again, his expression fell into a dark glare. He almost swatted at Slade's hand, but stopped himself with a brief mental kick, and instead, he replied in the same quiet, bitter tone, but with that sound of confidence.
"I will..."
Slade's fingers clenched suddenly and he yanked Robin's head back roughly.
"You're still confident... good. But when I'm through with you, you might wish you hadn't survived." He grimaced and wrenched Robin's hair a little harder. "I don't have the best track record with apprentices."
A slight grunt tried to find it's way from him, but he muffled it for the most part by clasping his mouth shut quickly, keeping his teeth against each other. He instantly shot one of his hands up to claw faintly at Slade's grip, even knowing that it wouldn't do any good. He opened his mouth to shoot off a sharp 'I know,' but he stopped himself, and winced.
"Stop... hurting me... " He said instead, almost involuntarily.
Slade pulled Robin closer, almost lifting him off the ground... he leaned down, whispering with a falsely soothing tenderness that was in direct contradiction of his actions.
"Tsk, tsk, Robin... remember your manners..."
Squeezing his eyes shut after a moment, and as though he was trying to shut out the words, and everything around him. It was clearly not working. Or maybe he didn't want it to work. Knock it off! he snarled at himself internally.
"You don't seem to have any." He snapped, and Slade pulled up hard, dragging him right up off the ground.
"Wrong answer, kid."
--FIN [for now...]---
Sorry, m'dears... my sister took back her hijacked laptop and I've been fighting with the thing what sucks ass here.. got it working again, through my infinite awesome. So... hi. ^__^;;
Did I post these before? I've beefed them up a little, so even if I did...
A whie back, when I disappeared before, when I came back Robin and Raven pounced on me... *wipes away a tear of pride* I have taught them so well... *sniffs*
Anyway... they launched into this carefully choreographed scenario [that I then did my best to foul up... I'm very good at that] which ended in me all but crushing Robin's windpipe. And good times were had by all. ^__~
Anyhoo... I told you that story so that I could tell you this one... when he came back from whatever pulled him away from our fight my total massacre of him, Robin gave me one of those 'to easy to let it slide' opportunities [you know the type... I'm just incapable of passing them up... especially when they originate from Robin]... and this happened.
Title: Lament of a Mirage...
Author: xxdeathstrokexx [aka- sladexrobin]
Pairing: Slade/Robin
Rating: I'ma go with PG-13... but the underage slash connotations might squick some of the more faint of heart.
Universe: This is a one-shot AU loosely based in the Teen Titans/Deathstroke the Terminator Comicverse with a bit of Toonverse, just 'cause...
Dedication: To my Robin, and my Raven. And the Slade's who live in my head...
Soundtrack: Live, The Distance to Here... [that's right, the whole album...]
***
Slade arched an eyebrow.
"You are one screwed up kid, Robin..."
"I am not..."
Slade reached out one hand slowly and traced phantom bruises on Robin's throat.
"Even you don't believe that..."
Trying to stop himself from shivering, even a little, he glared up towards Slade.
"How would you know?"
His fingers encircled Robin's throat loosely and he stepped closer, his voice quietly forboding.
"I just do..."
Unfortunately, he couldn't quite manage to suppress the shivers weaving through him after that simple assertion; he tried to push himself away, but he couldn't, almost scared to take his eyes off Slade. He felt helpless. Needless to say, that bothered him.
He stroked his thumb along the side of Robin's windpipe, ghosting lightly over his Adam's apple... his voice was a dark rush of air, barely audible as he moved closer, pressing Robin back a step toward the wall.
"Just a little more pressure here..." He hovered the pad of his thumb just beneath Robin's Adam's apple. "Just the slightest push..." He let his thumb brush the sensitive skin of Robin's throat, grazing back and forth against it...
Barely drawing his hands back, he felt the wall at the edge of his fingertips and became hesitant to even swallow, to breath. Tilting his head back, he licked his lips, his eyes on Slade's arm. He winced when he felt fingers over his throat again, expecting Slade to damage him right there. He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying something he would surely regret.
Slade closed his eye slowly, dropping his hand to his side and half turning away, still standing closer than necessary or comfortable...
"You shouldn't have come here, kid..."
Easing and feeling able to breath now, even just a little bit, wasn't making him feel better. His gaze still hadn't left Slade.
"Then let me leave..." He said quietly, and not just because of the slight hoarseness it carried.
Slade turned his head, his eye opening to reveal a strange, sorrowful gaze.
"Sorry, kid... but that's not really an option anymore." Some dark and foreign emotion slid beneath his sadness, making it more painful to behold. He lifted his hand once more, tracing the edge of Robin's mask with a slightly trembling finger. "Maybe not in this time... maybe not in this universe... but somewhere, and somewhen... you'll always be here." His tone conveyed something beyong their corporeal being... it implied some deeper, temporal meaning...
Robin watched him, his glaring expression slowly morphing into confusion, one that reflected his sudden doubt. He wanted to look away, and found himself unable to, just stirring with the touch that bordered his mask.
"What...?" It was an unfinished question that didn't need to be finished.
Sliding his palm against Robin's jaw, Slade shook his head once.
"You'll know someday... just remember," he smiled tiredly. "Even at my worst... I wasn't evil." With that, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of Robin's mask, just over his temple... he paused there for a second, his breath hot against Robin's skin... his form became misty and wraith like, the lights of the abandoned street filtering though him... just before he faded completely, he pressed his lips to the corner of Robin's mouth... and vanished.
"Someday..." his voice whispered in the night. "You'll understand."
I have a gift.
I can be having a perfectly normal, non-role-playing-in-any-way conversation... and then >>bam<< I see an opening and Slade is there.
My Robin watches for it... tries to compensate...
But I have an edge, you see...
He leaves openings... because he wants me to do it. ^__~
So, you all get more fic.
Ta-da!!
Title: Soul Ownership, Duel Custody...
Author: xxdeathstrokexx [aka- sladexrobin]
Pairing: Slade/Robin
Rating:
Universe: Another one-shot AU... looks like comics!Slade found his way into the Toonverse again... ^__^; I keep telling them to keep that door locked, but do they listen?
Dedication: To my Robin, for all the little openings that let me drag OOC comments into RP radness.
Soundtrack:
A/N: No, I'm not sure what I mean by the title. Or rather, I'm sure what I mean, but I'm not exactly sure how to explain it. Read on, and maybe you'll figure it out for yourself.
***
Robin: (( Holy shit... be right back, my ear is bleeding like you wouldn't believe ))
DeathStroketT: ((Shit. ^__^; ))
DeathStroketT: ((Hope you're alright...))
Robin: (( Bleh. I guess that's what I get for itching a cut. ))
DeathStroketT: ((Indeed... you okay now?))
Robin: (( Yeah. ))
DeathStroketT: ((Good to hear...))
"Fool boy..." Slade shook his head, grabbing Robin's chin and turning his face to the side so that he ccould inspect the injury. "You should be more careful."
Clenching his teeth a bit, Robin narrowed his eyes, taking second-thoughts about jerking away.
"It's nothing..."
His grip tightened slightly when Robin tensed, but not enough to cause the boy anymore damage than he has already inflicted on himself.
"Maybe not to you... but I don't like to see my property damaged." He smiled savagely and dabbed at the small wound with a cloth. "At least not when it isn't necessary..."
He turned his gaze toward Slade as well as he could with his movement restricted.
"I'm not your property." The assertion sounded more like a growl than words.
He released Robin's jaw long enough to trace a finger over the small 's' tattooed on his neck, just beneath his ear.
"No?"
Robin visibly tensed, and found himself glaring at the wall; it was almost a reminder... no, it was a reminder. He knew what was there...
"That doesn't mean anything." He said in the same tone, his headstrong attitude still clinging on for life.
Slade arched an eyebrow, still more amused than irritated.
"Perhaps you'd like another? So you'd have a matching pair, one on each side?" He turned Robin's head, his gaze lingering on the unmarked skin beneath his other ear, and then turned it back. He pinched Robin's ear suddenly, reopening the small wound. "Or maybe I should clip your ears?"
He winced, his fingers curled into fists, but he otherwise didn't move.
"No." He said quickly, urgently, trying to turn enough to look toward Slade, his brows furrowing slightly.
His smile turned malevolent.
"Why so adamant, Robin? I thought you'd want to look like the Bat."
His expression suddenly faltered, a growl parting from him slowly.
"That. Isn't. Funny." He managed to press through his teeth, accompanied by a rather dirty look.
Slade snorted.
"I'm sure I can find another way to mark you, Robin... but you are mine. Denial changes nothing."
Resuming his glare, he firmly crossed his arms over his chest and turned his gaze away from Slade. Unable to-- and deciding against anyway-- making a snappy comeback, he remained silent.
Slade smiled with a strange gentleness.
"Much better, Robin..." He laid his hand along Robin's cheek lightly. "But don't turn away from me." He slapped Robin hard, without warning.
He almost twisted away from Slade's touch, but he didn't really get a chance. His arms uncrossed and he took a step back, making a quick attempt to brace himself. It was obvious he hadn't been ready for the blow, even if he tried to hide it. Staring at Slade after a moment, his angry, masked eyes widening, he wondered vaguely that he hadn't been ready for that. As much as he wanted to object in some way, he knew better...but he wasn't about to apologize either.
His own gaze heavy lidded and dark, he smiled, looking as though he could easily follow Robin's train of thought.
"You will be more careful in the future, yes?
Robin didn't dare take his gaze from the man.
"Yes..."
His lips twisted into a further parody of fatherly approval.
"Good. And why will you be more careful, Robin?"
Clenching his teeth slightly, he didn't realize he was tensing up again.
"Because..." He started through his teeth slightly, before trying to loosen his jaw to talk straight so he wouldn't have to repeat it. "You don't... want unnecessary damage done to your... property..." He said, keeping as closely to Slade's own words as he could, struggling to make the statement less his.
He snorted and grabbed Robin by the back of the neck, pushing him into the middle of the room and shaking his head.
"Really, Robin... I expected more of a fight from you..."
Robin moved a step further from Slade carefully.
"It's not like they've been doing me any good." He snapped, regretting the words as soon as they crossed his tongue.
"You're smarter than you look, boy..." Slade laughed, ruffling Robin's hair suddenly. "You might even make it out of this intact..."
Once again, his expression fell into a dark glare. He almost swatted at Slade's hand, but stopped himself with a brief mental kick, and instead, he replied in the same quiet, bitter tone, but with that sound of confidence.
"I will..."
Slade's fingers clenched suddenly and he yanked Robin's head back roughly.
"You're still confident... good. But when I'm through with you, you might wish you hadn't survived." He grimaced and wrenched Robin's hair a little harder. "I don't have the best track record with apprentices."
A slight grunt tried to find it's way from him, but he muffled it for the most part by clasping his mouth shut quickly, keeping his teeth against each other. He instantly shot one of his hands up to claw faintly at Slade's grip, even knowing that it wouldn't do any good. He opened his mouth to shoot off a sharp 'I know,' but he stopped himself, and winced.
"Stop... hurting me... " He said instead, almost involuntarily.
Slade pulled Robin closer, almost lifting him off the ground... he leaned down, whispering with a falsely soothing tenderness that was in direct contradiction of his actions.
"Tsk, tsk, Robin... remember your manners..."
Squeezing his eyes shut after a moment, and as though he was trying to shut out the words, and everything around him. It was clearly not working. Or maybe he didn't want it to work. Knock it off! he snarled at himself internally.
"You don't seem to have any." He snapped, and Slade pulled up hard, dragging him right up off the ground.
"Wrong answer, kid."
--FIN [for now...]---