Sladin drabbles

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Now I remember why I loved writing dark/angsty Sladin fics so much; therapy!~

Title: Running Blood
Author: Jordan Herbert 
Warnings: Character death
Pairing: Sladin, implied
Fandom: Teen Titans (toon verse)
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer:  I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them.
Author's Note: Written for 50_darkfics  prompt #004: Blood. You can find my table here.

Bright red against bright red; it was hard to tell, but it was there. Blood was slowly seeping down from his throat, coating his chest in the warm, thick liquid. Robin touched his throat gently, staining the tips of his green gloves that stark red color. A gurgling noise escaped from his mouth as he fell hard to his knees.

           
His world began to spin and darken as more blood flowed out of his body. Robin could only stare, wordlessly, as Deathstroke approached him, sword still drawn and in hand. His blood glittered against the shine of the silver blade.

Title: Anger Lesson
Author: Jordan Herbert 
Warnings: Abuse for the hell of it
Pairing: Sladin, implied
Fandom: Teen Titans (toon verse)
Rating: R
Word Count: 222
Disclaimer:  I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them.
Author's Note: Written for

50_darkfics  prompt #015: Anger. Link to my table is up there.

 

 

 

“You think that was angry?” Slade bellowed, “Oh, my poor apprentice, you have yet to see my anger.” He snarled dangerously and grabbed Robin by the throat, squeezing tightly as he hefted him from the ground.

           
“I will teach you what anger truly looks like.” Slade threatened and sat Robin on his feet only to immediately bring his leg up for a swooping kick at Robin’s head. Robin went tumbling to the ground, his head impacting with the cold ground as hard as Slade’s unforgiving boot collided with his head. Robin moaned miserably and tried to sit up, using his shaking arms for support.

           
“That’s still not what real anger is.” Slade informed and forced Robin onto his knees to deliver a quick knee to his face. Robin fell onto his back and cradled his face in agony.

           
“I’m still not angry enough to properly teach you.” Slade barked venomously and brought his elbow up as he stood over Robin’s curled body. Slade moved his feet out from underneath himself and landed sideways on Robin, his elbow digging into the boy’s soft body and crushing his organs.

           
Robin cried out, blood splattering from his mouth to land on Slade’s mask. Slade stood up calmly and touched the blood droplets. “Now you know what anger looks like; it’s your blood on my mask."