SNOWGLOBE | By : suspect501 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > AU/AR > Slash Views: 3435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
SNOWGLOBE
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This is in answer to the AU challenge, where Robin is enrolled in a private school, and Slade is the shadowy principal. ^^ Since it's Au I guess I have some sort of liberty with the characters. I can't watch Teen Titans regularly enough ^^;; trust me, this is going to be so AU, it's... whacked.
I very loosely borrowed some elements from a yaoi game called "Gakuen Heaven: Boy's Love Scramble", so if you have time, please check it out! ^^
Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to Warner, etc. I think. Well it belongs to someone, and I know it doesn't belong to me.
RR very very very welcome. O_O
SLADExROBIN, NC-17
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Prologue: The Cage
He sat under a shady tree, a brown paper bag of carrot sticks and tuna sandwiches beside him, forgotten.
Dick Grayson thumbed through an algebra text, rapidly memorizing formulas that he would need in the next half hour. Lunch was a good hour to catch up on studying, especially since no one disturbed reclusive transfer students.
It's never easy adjusting to a new school, but Bruce had told him it would be a welcome change of environment. It would make him think less about the recent loss of his parents. Dick snorted. Shows how much he knew.
Bruce Wayne was a multi-millionaire. When his parents had died in the deadly trapeze act, he was the first to offer support for the young performer. Financial support anyway. Dumping him in a private boarding school was indicative of where his care and concern began and ended.
He had not expected a father figure from Bruce, wasn't angry with him. He had been kind, in a distant way so he was grateful for the welfare, but it ended there. Truth be told, he had only seen Bruce three or four times ever since he came to know him. Once on that fateful night, once at the funeral, once when going over legal matter and the final time, the most recent, was when he and his butler Alfred dropped him off as a formal gesture.
No, he wasn't angry with Bruce. The grief for his own parents was still too tender to address. He would do so when ready.
The school he was in wasn't a bad place. He wasn't sif iif it was simply his own state of mind or whether the school was a little... unusual. The minute he stepped into the grounds, people stopped what they were doing to stare at him. People ducked behind their hands to whisper to each other. Everyone seemed the same in their drab grey standard issues, trousers for boys, short box pleated skirts for girls.
Even the architecture was stifling. Mind bogglingly straight perpendiculars and parallels ran every where on the school grounds, from the fields to the ponds in the garden. Whoever designed it must love machinery. Or order. Or making little products out of children from the factory-like settings.
He tugged uncomfortably at his starched collar at that thought. The students formed their own tight little clichés, and so far, none had approached him. Very disturbingly like a line of manufactured toy soldiers and their corps. He didn't even know any names.
Something else nagged at him. The air of the place was funny somehow. It thrummed with an otherworldly energy and there were sometimes things that he could see out of the corners of his eyes.
A shadow fell across his page, and he looked up apprehensively. Standing before him was a large hulk of a boy, flanked by a girl with electric pink hair and a runty kid who looked too young to be bald. The girl's already short skirt was ripped artfully at the hem, further abbreviating it. Dick averted his eyes.
"Hey there little birdie. What're you doing here by your lonesome?"
He refrained from rolling his eyes. Of all the cheesy opening lines to begin bullying him.
"Hey birdie, I'm talking to YOU."
A ham sized hand snatched him up by the front of his neatly pressed shirt. Dick stared at him coolly, even though he was being lifted to his toes.
"Oh, stop being so crass, Mammoth." the girl snapped, batting at the meaty fingers with about as much effect as a buzzing fly. To Dick she smiled sweetly with a trace of a viper, "What's you're name? They call me Jinx." She paused, "Haven't seen you talking to any of the riff raff around here."
Dick smiled in return, wryly noticing the Jinx's own smile widen.” Until now."
Jinx's grin quickly warped into a sneer. Mammoth growled and slammed him backwards into the tree. He could tell that the rough bark had shredded some of his shirt.
"C'mon.. He’s not worth it. Obviously." the short one spoke.
"No no... I think he's got potential." argued the Jinx, though her steely expression didn't change.
Dick's ears pricked up. Potential for? He had the feeling that he didn't want to know the answer, but his curiosity was peaked. He was about to ask when a something crashed into the one called Mammoth, who in turn stumbled into Jinx, knocking her over. He was suddenly on his rump; Mammoth had let him go without warning.
"Picking on a new student. How novel." a flat voice stated derisively.
His gaze leveled with a dark haired girl with deathly pale skin. She stood near a larger boy, nearly as large as Mammoth. She wore the air of intellectualism like a cold skin. A red haired girl and another short boy were bringing up the rear while the huge boy heaved from the running start he had taken to knock Mammoth aside.
Outnumbered by two, the bullies slunk away, curses kept firmly under their breaths.
"Don't think that's the end, Birdie,” Jinx hissed.
The giant boy extended his hand and hauled him to his feet. Dick could see the fabric of his uniform strain to keep in the bulk of his muscles. The boy flashed him a brilliantly white grin. "Easy there, buddy."
"Oh, we were just in time." The red head said, sighing with relief. She was pretty, and wore her skirt rather longer than he had seen around.
"Yeah. He was nearly cheese whiz." kid with her proclaimed. He had long canines, easily seen when he opened his mouth to speak.
Dick stood there awkwardly, feeling the stinging on his back where there were numerous small scratches.
The fanged boy gave him a concerned look, noticeably regretting his statement, "Um. Are hurthurt?"
Something in him gave way. These people were alright.
"Yes. I'm fine. My name is--"
"Hush." the gothic girl said severely. He blinked at her in surprise.
"What..?"
"Do not speak your name."
"But.. why?" This was certainly bizarre.
"Because. Names have power here."
"Excuse me?" Come to think of it, the bullies had strange names, but he assumed they were nicknames that were meant to increase their intimidation.
The red headed girl extendefinefinely boned hand, "I am Star Fire."
"Cyborg."
"Beast Boy."
"And I am Raven." She did not shake his hand.
"And those... aren't your real names, I take it?"
"Not at all,” she shrugged.
"I've been enrolled in Arkam Asylum, haven't I?"
Cyborg patted him on the shoulder, nearly sending him face first into the dirt. "You'll understand."
"You see... There's a barrier in this school. The knowledge of names gives the wielder power over another."
"I see." he said, thinking of how Jinx had coyly asked for his name. "Then why don't you tell your parents so you can leave? I mean... that's just not normal."
Beast Boy looked at him sadly, "We can't leave."
"What do you mean we can't leave?" Dick demanded, his apprehension rising.
"We've tried, even when our parents wouldn't believe us. But..." The boy's voice faltered.
"But?" He prompted, noticing the others, including raven were looking uncomfortable.
"There's nothing out there." Cyborg said.
"The main road is out there."
"No it's not."
Dick made a sound of exasperation. His imagination and patience could only be stretched so He He started towards the stone wall that separated them from civilization.
"Don't go there!" Stare Fire called out anxiously.
Her voiced was tinged with a genuine hint of fear, giving him pause. The he shrugged it off in annoyance and started scaling the wall. It was easy for him, with his acrobatic background. The four behind him waited expectantly.
His head broke over the top of the parapet, and he nearly let go of the stone, shocked by what he had seen.
Cyborg was already below, waiting to catch him if he fell.
"I don't believe it,” he spluttered.
They were right. There had been nothing beyond the wall but a stretching, yawning abyss. It wasn't possible. There should have been a tarred road there. Reality seemed to be folding in on itself.
"So, friend, " Star Fire said cautiously, peering at his shell-shocked face, "What may we call you?
He looked at her blankly for a second, noting how they all wore the same hangdog forlornness. He tried to crack a grin, thinking hard. His parents, the Flying Graysons in their crimson paraphernalia, the bullies calling him birdie. And now, the impossible wish for freedom. He wanted to fly, and he wanted to take his newfound friends with him, away from the sinister school.
"I guess.. I guess you can call me Robin."
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You can tell I like Raven, huh? ^^
I'm still fixing this up. This is like a prologue ^^
kojiluvsizumi@hotmail.com
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