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Far Back In Time	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 2814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are two OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
It was the next afternoon. The sun was high up in the sky. Slade, Robin, and Samael were walking through a wide, open space, the jungle trees lined far away on both sides. Sam was moving faster than he had in the last few days. He would chase some bugs that flew in front of him. Robin was happy that he was finally happy. Not only because his mood had changed, but because they were almost to the shelter. In just a few hours they would be in, hopefully, a safe and friendly home with an equally friendly owner.
It was now three o'clock. It was pretty hot, making Robin sweat a bit. Samael didn't seem to care about it, since he was still walking fast. The trio was going up a tiny incline, which was slowly curving back to a flat path. Once they reached the top, they saw a speck, which was a few feet from some rocky ravines. As they got closer, they saw that it was a sign. A few minutes later and they reached it. Robin looked at the wooden sign post, which read: Shelter—Two Miles. Below that it said Danger—Tar Pits Ahead
"Should we go around?" Robin asked, looking at Slade.
The villain looked down the path behind the sign. Not too far he could see a rock pathway with steam rising from it. Bursts of steam came up from several places. "We'll know when we reach it." Nodding, Robin used his leg to gently push Samael in the forward direction. They headed down the path. A few minutes later and they reached the tar pits. It stretched out about fifty feet. "Looks like we'll have to go straight through."
Robin looked over the edge. It seemed to be dark and hotter in this area. The pits bubbled and then popped, steam rising from the destroyed pockets. Straight on was short, whereas both left and right seemed to go on for ten minutes each. Robin swallowed. They definitely couldn't go around. The other problem was the path was narrow and it was destroyed at certain points. It was a good thing he had perfect balance or this would be nearly impossible.
"You go first," Robin said. "And someone has to carry Samael."
Slade nodded. "I can take him."
"Okay."
Samael was about to walk along the rock path, but Slade picked him up in both arms and held him tightly to his chest. With slow steps, he placed one foot on the rock and started across. Robin waited until he was almost halfway across before following him. Taking one steady step at a time, he stayed looking down, not wanting to fall through a gap. Slade reached a fairly wide one. Keeping his footing, he jumped across, placing his right foot down. He heard something crackle as he regained his balance. Ignoring it, he continued across. Samael made a small noise right as he reached the other side. Slade placed him down and then turned around. Robin was almost near the wide gap when a burst of steam suddenly came up right beside him, making him jump and almost lose his balance.
"Be careful," Slade said.
Looking up, Robin glared at him. "It wasn't my fault." When he was steady, he reached the gap and calculated how far the other end was. "You can do this."
"Hurry up." Taking a deep breath and then exhaling with his mouth, Robin pushed off with his left foot and landed on the other side. He then heard what Slade had heard, only louder. "Robin!"
As the end of the rock broke from his weight, Robin lost his balance and fell with it, falling towards the hot tar. Slade ran across the path, skidding to a stop at the gap. Looking around, he spotted Robin near the other side with half of his body sunk into the black gunk. He was gripping the leg of the rock path, trying to pull himself up. It was hard to move through the tar and he continued to sink. Luckily, it wasn't hot enough to burn his skin. He held on tight, feeling bubbles pop around him.
"Slade I'm…I'm really stuck." Slade heard the soft quiver of worry in his voice. "You have to help me."
"Alright, I'm coming," he said, walking back across. Robin held on for dear life, his eyes clenched shut. Jumping across the gap, Slade turned around and carefully sat down, his legs dangling off the side. He got on his stomach, wrapped his left arm around the path, and leaned over sideways, reaching for Robin with his left hand. His legs were also wrapped around the stone path, holding on tight as not to fall as well. "I'm right here, Robin."
Opening his eyes, Robin looked up and saw the hand. Swallowing, he moved his right arm up, snatching at it. Their fingers barely brushed together. Robin slipped from the sudden move. He quickly wrapped his arms around the leg again, his heart beating fast. He really wished he had his grapple now.
"I-I can't!"
Slade moved forward, reaching for his hand again. "Yes you can. Look at me." Robin slowly looked up, fear in his eyes. "Use your feet to push and slide your arms up. You might get cut, but you'll get closer. Then grab my hand. I promise I won't let go."
Nodding, Robin moved his feet forward, touching the leg halfway to the bottom. He pushed and then slid his arms up. Doing it a second time, he held on tight and then snatched at Slade's hand. He managed to grab his fingers to the third knuckle. Pulling up, Slade released his fingers for half a second and then grabbed his whole hand. Robin felt the sensation of falling, but he was glad he hadn't. With the help of his pulling and the push of Robin's feet, Slade pulled him up towards the path. He slowly sat up, lifting both arms into the air. Robin pulled his chest over the edge, placing it on the path. Tar dripped in heavy chunks from his waist and legs, weighing him down a little. Swinging his leg up, he grabbed the ledge and slid over. Slade moved back when he laid down, holding on tight. Robin's eyes were shut.
"Are you alright?"
"I haven't been that afraid since I was a kid," Robin muttered. "…I hate this trip."
Blinking, Slade moved closer and placed his hand on Robin's head, running his fingers gently through his hair. "It'll be over soon."
Robin sighed. Sitting up, he looked over his shoulder. Samael was waiting, crying out to them. Slade stood up, gaining proper footing. Stepping in front of him, he held his hand out. Robin grabbed it and allowed him to help him to his sticky feet. He took a deep breath before trying to turn around. Slade held his shoulder to help steady him. Once his back was to him, he quickly grabbed him.
"Hey!" Slade held Robin bridal style, gripping him firmly. Stepping slowly towards the edge, he calculated how much strength he needed to use to reach the other side before leaping over. Robin quickly grabbed around his neck, not wanting to fall. He only relaxed once they reached solid ground. Slade set him down on his feet. Robin looked down at his tar-covered legs in disgust. "This will take forever to come off."
Samael sniffed his foot, but quickly reared back at the foul smell. Slade patted Robin's head before picking the baby up and heading down the path. Robin followed, having to use a lot of force to get his feet unstuck from the ground. He was getting far behind because of this. Cursing in frustration, he stopped and fell backwards, landing on his rear. Slade stopped and turned to watch him try and yank his boot off. Robin's body jerked violently when it came free, the boot almost hitting him in the face. He threw the shoe aside and attempted to take off the other one.
Robin's feet were also covered in tar. It had seeped into his shoes. Sighing, he clumsily stood up and caught up. Soon, grass was sticking to his feet as well, making him walk funny. He was very bottom heavy.
"We're almost there," Slade said as they walked along side each other.
Robin grumbled under his breath. For the next five minutes they walked in silence. Soon a hill appeared before them. Going uphill was a pain in Robin's condition. Luckily he wouldn't slip and tumble back down. They soon reached the top. Robin's eyes widened.
"Oh, wow."
Down below them was a large building made of stones and tree trunks. There was a large garden on one side of the building, filled with corn stalks, tomato vines, pumpkins, and several fruits and vegetable patches. A small creek came from a clumped forest on both sides. There were a few apple and maple trees, creating wonderful shade that looked very tempting to Robin at the moment. Someone came walking up from the creek towards the building. They were carrying two pails of water.
"We'll wait until he's out of sight," Slade said. "We have to be cautious."
"Yeah, I know."
The person was almost to the front of the building now. When he vanished, there was silence. Nodding, Slade started down the hill. Robin followed behind, hoping he wouldn't fall forward if his feet got stuck. It took almost a minute to reach the bottom. Keeping close to the building wall, they made their way towards the front. They soon reached the corner. Slade peered around it, seeing a porch.
"Let's go," he whispered.
Robin followed him as they slowly made their way around the porch. Samael was very curious at what they were doing.
"Should we knock?" Robin asked as they ascended the steps.
"No, let's just barge in." Robin glared at Slade, not liking his sarcasm. "Yes, knock." Snorting, Robin stepped up to the door. "Always stating the obvious…"
"Shut up."
Lifting his fist, Robin knocked twice. Inside, a gray-haired man sat two pails of water on a counter as he stood in a kitchen. He heard the knock and a small, quiet alarm went off. He flipped the switch under the red light, turning it off. Clearing his throat, he walked out of the kitchen and to his front door. He peered through the peephole and saw Slade, Robin, and Samael on the porch. His slightly old, wrinkled face lit up and he threw open the door.
"Finally some people," he said enthusiastically. "You know how long I've been here, with only the dinosaurs as my company?"
"Uh-"
"Fifteen long years! I was just a young man when I tragically landed here. Okay, wasn't tragic. I meant to come here. I even brought supplies! And-!"
Robin cleared his throat. "Sir, I really hate to interrupt but…can we come in?"
The man looked surprised for a few seconds. "Oh, yes, of course! You probably traveled thousands of miles to get here! Please, come in!" He moved aside. Feeling so exhausted, Robin stumbled in. He left tar tracks behind in his wake. Slade moved around it. The man sighed. "And I just cleaned the floor too."
He shut the door. Slade put Samael down and then turned to the man. "Who are you and why did you come here?"
The man looked stunned at his sudden questioning. "I should be asking you that." Robin laid on the cool, wood floor of the kitchen, resting his eyes. The man looked at him. "I see you fell into the tar pits." Slade stepped around to stand in front of him, a glare on his face. "Oh, right. My name is Dr. Travis Edmund. I came here fifteen years ago after building a time machine."
Robin's eyes shot open. Rolling over, he propped himself up with his elbows to look at them. A shy Samael walked over to him, burying his head into his side. "You built a time machine?" Travis looked at him. "Built one where?"
"I built it in Spokane, Washington, then donated it to a science building in Jump City, California. Why do you ask?"
Robin quickly reverted his gaze, looking embarrassed. Reaching into his belt, Slade pulled out a few pieces of the time machine. Travis blinked at them.
"This may be your time machine. Well, the machine's parts I should say."
Travis looked at Slade. "You broke my time machine?"
Robin stood up quickly. "It was an accident." Travis looked at him. "When we landed, we landed in the ocean and a Kronosaurus attacked us. It crashed into the machine and destroyed most of it. We only brought the more important pieces with us. We…were hoping you'd build a new one so we can return home."
Dr. Edmund looked at Robin and Slade back and forth a few times, thinking. Should he help them? "I will see what I can do."
Robin smiled. "Thank you so much. I'm so homesick, you cannot believe."
"Yes, yes, whatever," Travis said, feeling irritable. Today had been going so well… "Go out into the back and wash the damn tar off your legs. A hose is connected to the house." Travis went to his sink and grabbed a bottle filled with a dark blue gel. He handed it to Robin. "There's your soap. There should be a small shovel out in the garden if you need something sharp to cut into the tar. Then bury all of it. Now if you'll excuse me…" Travis headed through the house. "…I have a time machine to fix." Travis suddenly backtracked. "What are your names?"
"I'm Robin and this is Slade," the teen said, heading for the back door. "Come on Sam."
Slade and Travis stayed behind.
"How long will it take to make a new one?"
Dr. Edmund shrugged. "A few days, at most. I plan on working almost twenty-four hours a day to get it done. I just need all the pieces." Nodding, Slade followed Travis through the house and into a basement. There were a lot of science equipment and machines backed against walls. There was also a generator and heater for the house near the far back. Stopping at a table, Travis shifted through a drawer in search of something. "Just put the parts on the table and go away. I don't need any distractions. And if you need anything, just look around the house and take what you like."
Travis yanked out a few blueprints from a filing cabinet. Slade took all of the pieces from his belt and set them down on the clear surface of the table. He then left, heading towards the backyard. He stepped out into the warm sunlight and approached Robin and Samael, who were sitting a few feet away with a hose, bucket, and shovel. Water was running over his legs. Slade sat beside Samael, petting his head, neck, and back.
"Edmund said it would take a few days to make a new machine. That means we can relax until it is finished." Robin nodded, dumping a big chunk of tar into the bucket. Almost one leg was done. "Do you want me to help you?"
"It doesn't matter."
Reaching into his belt, Slade pulled out a boomerang and started slicing into the tar on Robin's other leg. For the next half hour they peeled and broke off chunks of tar. His feet were already tingling from improper blood flow. It took half an hour to get almost completely clean. The rest was washed away by water from the hose. Robin suddenly scratched his head vigorously. Slade glanced at him.
"Need a shower?"
"Good God yes," Robin said, scratching every inch of his head. "My skin feels dead dry, my head itches something fierce, and I feel completely filthy."
Slade grabbed the hose near the end. Lifting his thumb, he pressed the top where the water was coming out and aimed it at Robin. He was hit by a hard spray of water, right in the face. Water dripped heavily down his hair and clothes. Jerking his gaze in Slade's direction, Robin glared at him. The villain looked impassive.
"You said you wanted a shower."
"With shampoo and hot water!"
Slade sprayed Robin again, getting Samael wet too. The baby stood up and shook himself. Turning, Robin tried scrambling to his feet to escape Slade, but an arm snaked around his stomach, pulling him backwards into his chest. With a cruel grin, Slade held the hose above his head, letting the water fall on top of him. Robin struggled to get free while he spluttered. Once he was soaked to the bone, Slade dropped the hose and then let him go. Scrambling away, Robin jerkily got to his feet and tried yanking his wet shirt off his body. Slade was stifling his laughter as he wiggled like a worm.
"Edmund said we can take anything we need from his house, so all we have to do is find a shower," Slade said, standing. Robin dropped his heavy shirt to the ground. "While you're in there, I'll take a look around."
Robin turned around. "I should recon with you so I know where everything is too."
"You can do that on your own time," Slade said, turning towards the house. He went to the water spigot and started turning it off. "You just relax and take a hot shower. You need it."
Snorting at the fact he was practically being ordered around, Robin yanked his tunic off the ground and wrung it out. Water spilled out and onto the grass. When most of it was gone, he shook it out and then headed for the house. Samael followed after him at a waddling trot. Slade watched them enter the house. After closing the glass door behind them, he turned around and walked over to the bucket. After burying the dead tar in the ground, he walked away from the house, seeing something hiding in shadows. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was another building with a garage door. When he reached it, Slade grabbed the handle at the bottom and lifted it up. Light streamed inside the room, revealing a sleek red sports car with black leather seats.
"Hmm, this may come in handy."
Entering the one-car garage, Slade started to examine the vehicle. Inside the house, Robin was searching for Travis Edmund's bedroom where there would, hopefully, be a bathroom and shower for him to use. He had placed his wet shirt on the porch to let it dry out. When he didn't find one on the first floor, he went up the stairs. Samael tried to climb up after him, but it was nearly impossible. So he walked into the living room and rested by the couch. At the stair's landing, Robin entered a short hallway. There were a few doors on the other side. Turning right, Robin went down the hall. He reached an open room near the end and peered inside. It seemed he had found the bedroom, as the large, king-sized bed to the right of him showed. Walking in, he checked his surroundings.
On the opposite side of the bed there was a desk and a large oak dresser in the corner. On either side there was a door. Going to the one across the room from the front door, Robin pulled it open, turned on the lights, and looked inside. There was a long shower to the left of him. At the end of the forty foot long bathroom was a closet. On the left there was a toilet and a sink to the right. Going to the closet after closing the door behind him, Robin pulled it open and saw shelves filled with toiletries, possibly hundreds of soap bars, shampoos, and conditioners, and large towels. Robin was actually pretty amazed at the quantity of everything. It beat Wayne Manor's supplies by a landslide.
"This guy…is crazy." Shaking his head hard, Robin grabbed a blue towel from the bottom shelf and then checked the shower. There already was a bar of soap and two bottles in a clear, plastic holder on the shower wall. Robin's face lit up. "God, I can't believe how much I've missed you!"
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Robin quickly pulled off his shorts and boxers and jumped in. He turned the hot water on full blast with a bit of cold. The water heated up almost instantly, which the filthy teen was grateful for. For almost an hour Robin scrubbed his hair and body, letting the heat wash away the aches and pains in his muscles. Grabbing a loofah that was on a hook on the wall, he scrubbed his back for several minutes. Once done, he washed the soap suds away, placed the loofah back on the hook, and then sat down, letting the water rain down on him for ten minutes. Once he felt fully refreshed, Robin turned everything off and opened the glass door wide enough to grab his towel off the bar. He wrapped it around his waist and then opened the door the rest of the way.
Robin stepped out of the steam-filled shower and went back to the closet. He grabbed another towel to use for his hair. Once dry, he looked around the sink for a comb. He had to open a few drawers before finding one. Looking in the mirror, he combed his hair the way he liked it. When he was done and all of the tangles were gone, Robin put the comb back and then cleaned his ears with the towel. He then placed them over the shower door to let them dry. With a shake of his head, he was done.
"Aaaah, now…time for a nap." After pulling his boxers on, Robin grabbed his shorts and left the bathroom, turning the light off and closing the door. Going over to the bed, he dumped the shorts under the bedside table and then turned to the mattress. He scratched the back of his head. "Erm, maybe I should sleep on the couch."
Deciding that it was a good idea—who knew how long ago the sheets had been changed—Robin grabbed his shorts again and headed out. Reaching the bottom of the stairs twenty seconds later, he saw Samael curled up against the front of the couch by the leg. Robin walked around the coffee table, dropped his stuff between the two pieces of furniture, and then sat down on the soft plush. Lifting his head, Samael looked over at him. Robin gave him a smile.
"Get some sleep Sam."
With a soft exhale, Samael lowered his head back down and closed his eyes. After staring at him a few more seconds, Robin curled up on the couch on his side and tucked his hands beneath his head. He closed his eyes and instantly started to drift. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep was a soft, gentle touch to his head and hair coming off his forehead.
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