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aloneindarknes7Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Non-con
Pairing: Sladin
Fandom: Teen Titans (toon verse)
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
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
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50_darkfics prompt # 96: Writer's Choice: Scream. His scream was so loud, he thought, dizzily, that it might bring the grinding gears down on them. He wished it would. He screamed louder, an attempt to rattle the eternally moving gears loose. He wanted them to crush them both.
Slade smacked him over the back of his head to shut him up.
He clenched, but that made it worse, much worse. He relaxed instead and looked off towards the side as he was violated. It wasn't sex. It was punishment. He knew that kind of punishment well, because he was bad, so very bad. It was his punishment for running, for trying to run away from Slade.
Any sane person would say that it was rape, pure and simple, through and through, and no one deserved to be treated like that.
But he wasn't sane. Not any longer and not by a long shot. If he returned home, to his true home because he barely even remembered the Tower anymore, (those memories were the first to go) he would be locked away in Arkham. Even the villains that hated him would probably pity him, or envy Slade.
Robin knew that he wasn’t sane. And so did his master.
Title: Swinging Soul
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Character death
Pairing: Sladin, implied
Fandom: Teen Titans (toon verse)
Rating: R see warnings
Word Count: 200
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 # 88: Rope. Could be seen as a sequel to 'Screaming Down the House.'
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It felt like Slade owned everything of his. His mind and his body was purely Slade’s to control. But not his soul. His soul still belonged to him. But he wasn’t sure for how much longer. Robin wanted to keep his soul under his control.
He took the opportunity when he was far away from Slade, out on another mission. He took out the long shot that Slade gave to him and shot it across the street to another building. Slade’s voice was in his ear, in his head, the entire time. He wrapped the other end around his neck.
“What are you doing?”
He was aware of Slade’s cameras in the city, tracking his movements. He moved to the edge of the building and looked up at the sky, where he hoped that the last part of himself would end up at. Then he looked down.
“Don’t even think about it. I will destroy your friends. Apprentice, listen to me. Do what I say and step away from the platform now.”
He listened. Only he stepped away from the building totally.
“Robin!”
It may have been bittersweet but he made sure that he was in control of his soul.
Title: Bad Beginnings
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Mind f*ck
Pairing: Sladin, implied
Fandom: Teen Titans (toon verse)
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1,766
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 # 7: Awakening.
Slowly shifting awake, the boy with jet black hair moaned in pain and subconsciously turned his eyes away from the light that was too bright to handle for just waking up. “My head,” he moaned aloud as he pressed one of his cold hands to his pounding head. He flinched and pulled his hand away when he accidentally pressed on the new, large bump. “What happened to me?”
“Don’t you remember, Robin?” A voice suddenly came out of nowhere and surprised the young boy so much that he sat up and pulled at his aching ribs. He clenched his hands over the pained ribs and stared at the green gloves that he was wearing.
The boy looked around himself, looking for the owner of the voice, but all he could see was pitch blackness surrounding him. He narrowed his eyes in confusion and looked back at his gloved hands. “What am I wearing?” He asked no one in particular as he looked down at the bright green pants that matched his gloves and the clashing yellow belt.
Suddenly, the boy felt a painful grip on his chin and his face was turned to the side. He gasped as he came face to face with a half-black half-orange mask with a single, piercing eye. “Who are you?” The boy cried out as he tried to peel the hand off of his chin.
“You’re suffering from amnesia.” The man stated and released his chin. The boy blinked and scooted a few inches away from the man in all black spandex and armor kneeling before him. “Tell me everything you remember.”
He gulped, not liking how demanding the man seemed to be but he closed his eyes anyway and tried to remember anything he possibly could. “I,” he paused for a moment and chewed on his bottom lip nervously. He reopened his eyes and was startled to see that the man was now standing and looming an inch in front of him. “I don’t remember anything.”
“Not a single thing?” The man asked. “You don’t remember your name?” The boy shook his head with a frown. He couldn’t believe that he couldn’t even remember his own name. “Do you remember how old you are?”
“No.”
“You have to remember something: maybe a face? A sound even, anything. A person can’t possibly forget everything.” The man growled and the boy nervously continued to bite his lower lip.
“Well, I remember how to talk and I still know that two plus two is four. I just don’t remember anything about myself.” The man above him sighed in frustration and the boy clenched his hands into fists. “Listen, I don’t know who you are, but I woke up here with a headache, I think I have some broken ribs, and apparently amnesia. Try to think about how I feel; I don’t even know who I am, why I’m dressed like this, or who you are. So, could you please just tell me a few things about myself? Maybe it would help my memory come back to me or something.” The boy asked as he glared up at the man. He wasn’t sure why, but something in the pit of his gut told him that the guy was trouble.
“Hm,” he hummed to himself for a moment before he knelt back down to the boy’s level. “You really don’t remember a thing.” The boy flinched as the man brought his large, black gloved hand up and ran it through his spiky hair. “Don’t worry, Robin, I’ll help you restore your memory.”
“My name is Robin?” The boy, apparently named Robin, asked. “Funny, I don’t really feel like a Robin. I was thinking something along the lines of…” he trailed off since he actually didn’t know where he was going with that thought.
“You’re real name is Richard Grayson, called Dick by all who know you.” The boy blinked.
“I actually go by the name Dick?” He didn’t like the way the man seemed to be petting him, but he didn’t say anything as he repeatedly brought his hand through his hair.
“Not while you’re in costume.” The man stated. Dick opened his mouth with another question but didn’t get to ask it as the man continued to speak. “And you’re in this costume because you sometimes like to think that you’re a hero. So you go out and do all you can to save others, wasting your time and skill on such a task that a million other people have decided to take as their duty to society to perform just because they’re a little different. Meanwhile you don’t make any difference because the girl you save from getting raped will simply sell herself on the street corner a month later and the man you rescue from the burning building will start a cocaine addiction.”
“Oh,” Robin—he was in costume—frowned. “So, if I am a hero, then why do you sound so mad at me and the rest of the hero types? Are you a villain?” The man stopped running his hand through his hair and he flinched at the glimmer in his eye.
“Do I catch you as a villain?” The man asked and Robin’s eyes widened as he worried that he might have just offended the man. He was about to apologize when the man’s low chuckled caught his attention. “Don’t worry, Robin, some people often do think of me as a villain, but I assure you I’m not, not to you at least.”
“Alright, that’s a little confusing but before you start telling our history, can you tell me your name?” Robin asked as he stared into the man’s eye. It was so hypnotic. He felt so drawn to the mask and he suddenly felt the urge to rip it off the man’s face but feared what would happen if he did.
“I have many names to you and to others. Most have called me Deathstroke the Terminator but many know me as Slade. You, though, call me your Master, your father, or your lover.” The man stood, towering over Robin, and the boy gulped with his eyes wound and wide behind his mask. “Now, let’s finish our little story in a more comfortable room, apprentice. We have a lot to discuss”
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After everything Slade had told Robin, after the days it had taken for Slade to explain to Robin and show him proof with photos and videotapes, Robin finally seemed to feel comfortable and accepted the lies that Slade had carefully weaved into his life along with the essential truths.
Slade told him of how his parents were killed and he was left an orphan looking for revenge. Then he had started his lies; he told Robin that he had adopted him, trained, and turned out to be a father figure to him. Then he told the boy how he had started to develop feelings for himself in a more than fatherly way and how he had accepted and returned the boy’s feelings.
He told Robin that he had made a mistake of getting angry with Slade and running away to a team called the Teen Titans, led by a man named Batman that had gained an unhealthy attraction to him. He told Robin of how Batman had forced him to become his protégé and lead the Teen Titans, forcing him to fight against Slade.
Then he finished the tale by explaining the last battle, which had caused Robin to loose his memory and which aloud Slade to grab him and take him back to the lair. And while Slade finished the lie, Robin had received a huge headache from some of his memories coming back. Not his actual memories, but faces of the Titans, his parents, Slade’s mask, and an angry looking Batman. Also some noises came back from his old memory; the ever turning gears, Slade’s voice, his own commanding his team, laughter from his teammates, circus music, and the sound of thousands of bats echoing in a cave.
The few memories that came back only helped Robin to believe in Slade’s stories. So the boy began to trust Slade, especially when the man placed a bo-staff in his hand and started to spar with him. He didn’t even need his memories. His body reacted to the familiar feel and situation and he started to flip through the air and attack.
Robin thought of that to be proof of Slade’s stories. The fact that his natural acrobatic skills were trained for him to fight and the way he and Slade fought so in sync with each other. It was then that he stopped questioning Slade and ignored the small voice in the back of his head and the queasy feeling in his stomach.
He couldn’t believe that he had done something so stupid like run away from Slade, the man who had taken him in, accepted him, and helped him, to join a team that did well to an outsiders’ point of view but secretly were suffering under the oppression of their founder Batman.
Once again, Slade and Robin were discussing the Teen Titans after they finished their last training for the day. “It was noble of you though. You were simply trying to show your independence from me and you thought you were doing the right thing. For a while even, you were. You had started to talk some sense into that so called team but then the Batman interfered again and took away your freedom of speech. If you hadn’t started questioning him he probably wouldn’t have felt threatened and he never would have made you prove your trust to him by attacking me.” Slade spoke and Robin nodded. He felt so ashamed of himself for being so stupid and leaving Slade’s side in the first place.
But no matter how many times he apologized, it didn’t seem like he had really made it up to the man. “Master,” Robin spoke timidly. “I would like to properly thank you for correcting my mistakes for me but I’m afraid I don’t remember how I usually thank you.” Robin felt guilty for all the trouble he had caused Slade and he was determined to make it up to him one way or another.
So far, Slade had only mentioned that they shared sensual feelings for each other but hadn’t touched Robin. Slade was determined to have Robin make the first move. “You usually make it up to me in the bedroom.” Though that didn’t mean he wouldn’t push the boy toward the right road.
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Date: 2009-07-30 07:00 am (UTC)Screaming down the house made me
want to bitch slap slade, but he's the best fucking villan EVERcry!Poor robin and his openness to mind fuckage.
of course that's a word, why wouldn't it beXDSwinging soul was my favorite. That's actually the first time I've seen robin commit suicide over his apperntniceship with slade in a fic.(which is a cool little bitch)
HOLY CRAP i actually did an indepth review. DOES NOT COMPUTE DOMES NOT COMPUTE.
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Date: 2009-07-30 06:10 pm (UTC)Slade is totally my favorite villian even though he is a bastard.I'm glad that you liked the different scenerios so much!Oh goodness! Quickly, review a TMNT fic again with just a declaration of love! <3
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Date: 2009-07-30 11:38 pm (UTC)Slade is totally my love child.XD-shot-I CAN'T FIND ONE!!D8
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Date: 2009-07-31 12:33 am (UTC)Then you're my mother-in-law*also shot, probably by Slade* XDOh noes! D= I'll try and post one tonight!
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Date: 2009-07-31 12:43 am (UTC)Holy crap that's alot of pairings.XD*somehow brings us both back to life*
D'aw, you're so good to your readers.XD
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Date: 2009-07-31 12:45 am (UTC)YOU'RE WITH CLAAAAAAAIRE????!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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Date: 2009-07-31 06:08 am (UTC)I tied Claire to my bed. In a kinky way of oI"M REIGHT HERE STOP TYPIUNG
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