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Take your Medicine	By : Imaginary Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 8215 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Sorry for these two OCs. (among others?) I have no excuse for the names, I have no idea where they spawned from. Anyways, Disclaimer states that I own NOTHING. I bet that those OCs are also up for adoption... Now on with the story!

Robin was standing at the entrance to the military facility. This medium-sized, not too much attention drawing building was located on the outskirts of the city, thankfully inside the borders of Slade's chip radius. This side of the city was not nearly as wealthy as any other part and usually drew in the lower class folk, but thanks to it's heavy guarding and cruel rumors, not even the homeless nor drunkards wandered there. Of course some nosy and daring teenagers always tried to get in, for curiosity's sake, if not less, but they usually were stopped before the entrance. The penalty for getting caught usually included a trespassing charge. The facility didn't look too different from the outside. It was like any other workshop with a junkyard. Or that's what it looked like. It wasn't too ample, but looked more like the meager outskirts of the facility, with huge, wooden rolls, meant for storing wires, lying around abandoned. There was also a small parking lot for the employees. To be honest, it was the parking lot that gave it all away. If you had an army van or a Porsche parked anywhere near a shady, dark and discreet facility, there was bound to be something going on. Not that anything in this facility was shady, so to speak; they just wanted to keep a low profile, but didn't seem to be doing such a great job of it. Otherwise, the yard was protected by an iron fence, which would at least slow the intruders down, if not stop them.

Robin had arrived at his post outside the fence not too long ago. He had entered right away, not wanting to test Slade's patience. Of course, he would have wanted to look for his friends, but he knew that the situation at hand would allow no such thing. Not to mention that he had acquired a small voice at the back of his skull that encouraged him to just play by the rules for the last four days or so, so he could return to his friends in the end. And on the other hand, by running these small errands, he would know Slade, inside and out, for sure. Not to mention he was curious about the security too, but that was a side matter.

Slade had told him via the earpiece about the facility. The military base was, in fact, rather average. The more Robin heard about it, the easier he saw the mission being. Well, Slade had assured him that the first mission was supposed to be. Robin wanted to take this as such by not stressing about it. He wasn't going to take the air ventilators. Definitely not. Slade had also mentioned that the facility had rather mediocre or, at least flawed, security. The cameras were average. They even had a few standard passage indicators and a shooting range that was supposed to keep the uninvited people at bay. Slade had mentioned that even if this place was supposed to be researching on a master security, its own security was no better than any other place. They were paid to build the thing itself, not to use it. It was a common miserly by the military, but they couldn't fund everything.

Robin snuck over the fence and took a quick look around the facility until he found a small storage-like room outside. If he was lucky, the main board was in there. Who knew what else was inside though and Robin highly doubted that it was only a storage for junk, so he tried to pick the lock. It was a regular lock, the same kind everyone had on their front door. Even if it wasn't one of the most simple ones to pick, it was still no match for his talented fingers. Silently, he opened the door and snuck in, sealing it behind him.

At first the room was pitch black, seeing as the storage had no windows and the lights were off, but once he aimlessly searched the walls for a switch, he flicked it on when he found it. It seemed that the main board was not inside, but the logic was stored in nonetheless. Not that he knew what to do with it, but once he investigated the small electronic devices, he classified one of them as the passage indicator source. Robin smiled slightly as he searched the room for tools and, luckily, found a tool kit with the name "Mark Johnson, Janitor" written on it. Okay, now this seemed too easy. Maybe the man had been fixing the wiring only a while ago and left his kit behind? Robin decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and searched the kit for a screwdriver so he could open the plastic lid of the passage indicator box. It wasn't one of the most beautiful things he had seen. The wires were all in one big, messy stack, all stuffed inside. This fact didn't faze Robin because he knew what he was doing. A normal passage indicator could easily be overruled. It worked by sending a small voltage through the entire circuit at all times and, once something stepped in its line of vision, it sent a higher voltage spike to send off the alarm. You could overrule the command easily by sending a voltage through the machine, setting off the alarm silently—without the machine being able to give away the warning signal—and then cutting off the source from the main circuit. This stopped the alarm from being set off.

Robin couldn't hold back a grin as he danced a small victory dance inside his head. It was an easy device to overrule—almost too easy; almost too boring. Now he only needed to find something to get the electricity for this. He searched the kit for a voltage meter with the ability to send voltage through it, but of course there was none. It was an expensive device and janitors usually didn't have one. It was an engineer's tool, not a toy. Robin frowned as he pushed the kit further away for a while, trying to look for anything that he could use as a supply or even as a conductor. The storage he was in now had a concrete floor and wooden walls with no insulation. The storage was cold and bare with not much in it. There were boxes full of junk in the corners, including other, non-useful documents and other small items. There was also some leftover junk in the left corner. The junk back there had probably been there for ages and, by the look of it, was probably used when the iron fence was set up. The fence was one of those where the holes in the grating were small enough to prevent one's hand through. A regular fence to put it simply.

With his lack of other options, Robin started to cut some tin wires from the fence, planning on using the metal as a conductor. He now had two, one foot long strips of metal in both of his hands and was standing near the passage indicator. The fence was not something he would use in any situation, seeing as it had no cover over the metallic part and he was at a high risk of getting electrocuted. Not a pleasant feeling at all. He knew that whatever safety standard he would be consulting with at the moment would not recommend using a bare electrified wire on a circuit. The only thing worse that that would be to touch it with both hands at the same time.

Robin looked at the passage indicator and wondered if he should just skip that whole step. But maybe he shouldn't. It would be handy if he get the indicator out of the game. He'd have free reign and he wouldn't have to worry. And who knows, maybe the gloves on his uniform had great insulation to them, to make sure he was safe. However, he didn't know. Only Slade did. So Robin decided that it may be best to just flat out ask him if that was the case. He started to feel around the earpiece, to find the small switch that turned the mic on.

"Slade? Do you read me?"

Maybe Slade wasn't present at the moment. He didn't want to make a fool of himself by talking to nothing.

"I do," Slade's deep voice said over the earpiece.

Robin had to hold back a sigh of relief as he noticed that he was not alone in this. "So, Slade, is this suit grounded or otherwise safe for small voltage shocks?" Robin asked, already starting to position the other wire to where it was supposed to go.

He knew that the other wire would be easy, but the moment he were to put the other one in and the voltage was able to travel along the circuit, he'd be in trouble.

"Why are you asking? Where are you? I told you to take the air ventilators," Slade scolded.

Robin snorted to tell him off. "I'm not taking the ventilators. This mission is easy, so I decided to just have some fun. Some 'joking around' if you will."

Robin knew darn well what mediocre security was made of and he was now about to show Slade that it wasn't a good idea to depend on such low grade toys.

"I wouldn't recommend any tricks. But the suit is grounded and resistant on up to 400 volts," Slade explained.

Robin grinned. To be quite honest, he wouldn't have had any idea on how to proceed if the suit wasn't grounded. "Not that 230 volts would kill anyone, but here goes."

He plugged the make-do wire in and…nothing happened. Robin took this as a good thing. If the circuit had fried, it would have sent off the signal and, seeing as he was still in good shape, nothing was wrong. Robin turned off the earpiece, not wanting to hear Slade's voice anymore, and then left the storage for a while. He had to set off the alarm for now before he could trigger off the machine, but that was the easy part. It was easily tricked from the main passage inductor board and, with a quick, professional cut with the wire cutters, he got the whole machine overrun. He then removed the make-do wires from their previous position. Now all he had left was the testing. Robin gritted his teeth while he triggered the alarm and, with butterflies dancing in his stomach, waited for the alarm to set off. It didn't, thank god. Robin sighed in relief and left the storage without a trace. If the alarm had been set off then, it meant that the passage indicators were still working and he would have just given away his location and, thus, failed the mission. Thank god he was still in.

Robin walked along the side of the building, keeping a look out for any hidden cameras. Of course, there were cameras surveying the courtyard, but they were placed poorly. They were set on the walls and, if Robin squeezed himself against them, he could sneak under them and not get caught. He had been lucky today. Robin then snuck to the doors that led inside. On them, there was a thumbprint sensor and a key card reader. He frowned, seeing as he had none of those things to grant him passage. Robin decided that it may be easiest for him to slip in through the ventilators, after all, but once inside, he would walk his way around the building. He wasn't going to use the ventilator shafts more often than necessary.

Robin searched for the nearest ventilator, finding one rather easily. It was located near the roof on the wall. Robin searched in his belt for a grappling hook and shot it upward. The hook took a hold of the metal cover and, with a strong pull, Robin tore it down. It was simple, yet slightly noisy and obvious, but it did the job. He then shot the hook again and pulled himself up so he could crawl inside the ventilator. This one wasn't nearly in as good of shape as the one in Slade's hideout. It seemed that a small bird couple had once made a nest there and, judging by the amount of small feathers and bones, they had also died there. The air inside was heavy and foul smelling, along with spider webs and other dirt and remains of animal nests. The darkness within was something that dared you to go onwards, but gave you the feeling that you just might not be able to leave again if you do. Robin was almost going to back out and go a different way, but he swallowed a breath and wormed his way inside.

Robin did have a flashlight with him, which made it easier for him to make out the tunnels in the dark. The light was a really powerful halogen light that easily lit the whole ventilator shaft. Even if Robin didn't panic nearly as much as he had done the last time he entered ventilation shafts, he still loathed being inside it and decided to crawl his way through as quickly as possible, which he soon did. The exit was right below him and, without paying much attention, kicked the lid off and watched it drop to the ground. It made an awful load of racket while it fell and crashed. Robin's throat had shot to his throat as he listened for any footsteps from anyone who might have heard the commotion. Luckily no one came by. Robin allowed himself to relax once again before jumping down into the room below.

The room was huge and the lights were turned off. At the left side of him, there were shooting targets; on the right was a wall of guns. It all seemed quiet. Robin saw a door that led outside the room opposite him. It was further away, about 150 feet. Robin took in the details of the place and decided that this room was used to test the guns they created. It seemed as if they tested all kinds of guns in this very room, seeing as the targets had multiple, different kinds of damage caused to them. One was burned and another was melted. There were also bullet wounds on the chest and head area, all so precise that they had to be shot with a sniper. There were also signs of explosions and some that seemed to be from a machine gun or something similar. It was interesting if nothing else.

Robin took in his surroundings one last time and then noted that nothing was going to happen inside the room. Absolutely nothing moved and nothing made any sort of noise. So he took one step towards the door. The step was confident and long and, seeing as nothing had yet to happen, even after the first step, he deemed the room safe. He took yet another couple of steps until he had a good feeling that something wasn't quite right. He took a look around his body and saw multiple red colored dots covering him. Targeting dots. Robin gulped. He then heard a loud click that sounded off twice and, then, a huge roar as a missile was launched at him. Soon after, the guns on the other side started to fire his way and he was trapped. He was literally a moving target. Robin jumped backwards to dodge the slowly flying missile and then danced his way to the wall, trying to avoid bullets. He gasped in horror as he saw the kinds of weapons that were set up against him. They weren't aiming at him currently because he had managed to squash himself against the wall. So the guns didn't register him, but instead kept shooting at the unmoving, less real targets. He saw missiles and rocket launchers, flamethrowers, machine guns, shot guns, snipers, everything from every category. The bullets pierced the air like crazy and Robin was running low on options about which direction to go. He couldn't return to the ventilator shaft either, seeing as it was in the middle of the room.

Robin tried to calm down his beating heart in order to work his brain. He had to find shelter from the fire. His safest bet would be near the guns, so he could at least try and crawl under their sights. He slowly started working his way along the wall, back pressed, stomach pulled in, and laying as flat against the wall as he could. The weapons seemed to auto target, but their range was limited, so they couldn't shoot at the walls. That lucky design flaw was probably the only reason why Robin was still alive. Not that he wasn't happy for the flaw. It was dangerous to try and work oneself along the wall. He could hear the auto target make a beeping sound every time he moved and the guns were targeted at him. They shot, but always missed because their range wasn't very wide. The closest ones flew so close to him that he could feel the small currents of air that they set off in their wake.

Robin had to take several pauses from his efforts on working himself from one side of the room to the other, since he was in constant fear that the missiles aimed at him would actually hit him. It didn't take him too long to finally make his way to the wall that separated him from the weapons. He had been staring at his feet for the last thirty feet so he wouldn't be distracted by the flying bullets. It had been helping him somewhat, but now he was finally at the location he wanted to be in. Maybe he could crawl underneath. He was already crouching, but the moment he heard the low huff of pressured air or something similar, soon followed by a blast of fire, he jumped back up to stand. The flamethrowers, always the flamethrowers. Robin gulped as he looked at the now extinguishing flames. In his slightly anguished and distressed haze, he tried to rake the room with his vision, trying to find a way out, and there it was. It was so obvious it made him want to laugh. Was this a joke or some really stupid flaw in construction? Someone could easily just walk to the other side of the wall where the weapons were because there was a hole there. A hole big enough for Robin to squeeze himself through. Well this was just plain hilarious. This place seemed to be made out of stupid, easy solutions.

Robin squeezed himself to the other side, half expecting the guns to turn around and start firing at him. Once nothing happened, he started to walk down the hallway to the other side of the room, making his way to the door so he could exit. It didn't take him long until he was at the door and was taking a peek outside. There was an empty hallway with a few cameras now and then. As he supervised them, he noted that they were those crappy cameras people bought so they could supervise the rooms. Not the wisest thing to buy. Robin dug into his pockets and fished out the very same flashlight he had been using earlier and gave it a couple fast on/off clicks to test it out. The crappy cameras were easy to fool. A regular flashlight blinded them easily. Confusing the cameras with changing the light was the easiest solution. Again, this place was made of simplistic solutions.

Robin leaned against the door frame and took a long breath. Soon he swung his flashlight upward and started to blink the light fast while he ran by the camera.

'One down, one to go,' Robin thought as he chortled.

"Robin, what are you doing?"

It took Robin a moment to understand that Slade was still capable of sending messages to him, even if he couldn't hear him back because the mic was off. While he continued flashing the flashlight with his other hand, he soon started to search the earpiece for the on/off switch.

"I'm just messing around. This is so easy, a child could do it," Robin explained with a slight laugh. "I won't even have to do this seriously. It's actually kind of fun."

This was supposed to be a facility under the military's payroll and it was supposed to protect a master security, which was somewhere in this building. So far he had gotten in just by fooling with their machinery; by tricks even a preschooler could pull off. There might not have been any sort of challenge to it, but it was still fun. It sure was a good change from the norm, even if it was a one-time thing. He'd only need to take a couple of loose end turns to make whoever was surveying the cameras to lose track of his movements by looking at the order and location of the cameras which would act up. If all the cameras turned off in one hallway, it would most likely mean that someone was in said hallway. But if all the cameras were shut off, it would buy him some more time.

"You should not be fooling around, Robin," Slade said. "This is an important mission."

Robin retorted, "Sure it is. Just let me have fun for once, okay? I'll be more serious next time."

Robin kept on clicking the flashlight, even as his fingers started to protest from the sudden performance of mass clicking.

"If there will be a next time, Robin," Slade scolded, but Robin silenced him by hissing in the mic. He had heard footsteps and two people talking.

"Gotta go. I'll see you around."

Robin turned the mic off. He heard Slade grunt in disapproval on the other end since he decided to ignore him. Robin himself had no time to pay mind to Slade and was already looking for a potential hiding place. In his panic, he opened a random closet and dashed inside, hiding himself within and closing the door. The sound he heard sounded like two soldiers performing their rounds of the hallways. Like normal checks up and such. He tried to even his breathing. He flexed his fingers now that he didn't have to work the flashlight. The soldiers were walking side-by-side and talking, about the cameras going nuts, Robin understood. He tried to take a peek outside and even managed to get a glimpse. He saw that the two soldiers were standing fifteen feet from the closet, their backs turned to him as they spoke. They didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry, so Robin couldn't proceed as they blocked his way. He sighed. He was stuck; stuck inside a closet full of stupid army clothes. Army clothes…? Robin smiled. Now that he was already acting like a total asshole, he may as well be one some more.

In the small closet space, Robin started to pull on the army's green suit, hoping that it was clean. It seemed to be laundry, but he didn't know if it was clean or not. There was a name tag printed to the chest of the uniform. It belonged to that of a sergeant and, to Robin's own judgment, the other two couldn't be more than mere soldiers. So he tried to shake the nervousness away from him as he readied himself for what was to come. Once he was ready, he sighed his worries away from his shoulders, pointed the flashlight out from a crack in the closet, and blinked it a few times so he could distract the camera from seeing where he came out. He managed to slip out of the closet and close the doors, alerting the soldiers. They turned around right as he quickly slipped the flashlight in his pocket.

"Soldiers!" Robin yelled as a form of greeting. He thanked god for his poker face as he saw the two suddenly straighten their backs and lift their hands to their foreheads in salute. Robin tried to deepen his voice the best he could for it not to crack. At moments like this he truly wished he was more masculine. "I see you are protecting the base, good job!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" they both shouted in unison.

Robin was pleased that they were not disturbed by his clearly non-masculine build, voice, and height. "I hope that you have been keeping your quarters in as well of shape as you have been doing with this facility! I shall perform a check on your rooms in a quarter hour!"

The distressed looks he was given was almost enough to make him blow his cover. It seemed like these two had not been told such things before and that they had something to hide. He could see it in their eyes. A Playboy perhaps? Try to explain that to a sergeant or any upper class soldier. Before Robin dismissed them he decided to try his luck and check their names stitched to their breasts. They were Brian Miles and Brooke Moore.

"Sir, yes, sir!" the two soldiers announced again, keeping their position, waiting to be told off, but Robin had something else in mind.

"Soldier Miles and Moore! Your ID cards, please."

Robin held his hand out, thankful for the gloves he was wearing. His small hand would have given himself away if not for the gloves Slade's uniform had. His original green gloves would have been a dead giveaway.

"Affirmative, sir!"

After saluting once more, they both dug into their pockets and pulled out their ID cards. They held them in front of their faces, probably thinking that Robin was just going to check them before letting them take them back. Instead, Robin snatched them for himself.

"I shall fill in the paperwork of you two before I fulfill my duties. You will get your cards back then."

"Negative, sir. ID Card is not allowed to be passed onwards, sir!" one of them said—the taller one to be exact; Brian, was it?

"You accusing me, private? Your cards need to be updated and registered. Do you read me?" Robin pressed.

How had he managed to pull that one off? Thank god he had. His voice was beginning to crack and hurt from trying to sound deep. Even his throat was starting to get sore.

"Sir, yes, sir!" the soldier chanted, saluting again as Robin dismissed them.

They went on their way, Robin watching them go to make sure they weren't looking back. He couldn't afford to blow his cover now. Once out of sight, he started to walk to the lab where the thumb drive was located. He was still wearing the uniform, so he needed to continue acting like a true sergeant. If the cameras caught him jumping and almost running down the hallway, the game would be over. Robin tried to avoid as many soldiers that passed as he could, not wanting to say a word in that deep voice again. He had to keep coughing every now and then to clear and settle down the itch in his throat. It took him a while to navigate to the doors. They required a red access ID code and Robin honestly hoped that at least one of the two had access. He thought that it would probably be Miles' card, so he pulled it out and passed it over the reader. Access Denied was his answer, making him panic slightly. The passage past the doors was probably limited to researchers only, but he hoped not. He really, really hoped that the other card would grant him access. He needed to get in and he needed to get in now. All he had left was an hour to finish the mission, then he'd have to return to Slade.

Robin felt his fingers shake only slightly as he slowly placed Moore's card to the reader, pulling it through fast. "Access granted" read on the screen and Robin couldn't resist his sigh of relief. Which begged the question: who was this guy? Who was this private that had access to this room? Robin investigated the card, quickly noticing that Moore was a senior private. He was in charge of training the new privates and taking care of the other employees. He was like the kind soul to help anyone with their task and, just like a cleaner, he had access to almost everywhere. Thank goodness for people like Moore.

Robin watched as the doors opened and the room was revealed. He stepped in with a certain stride that kept up his sergeant persona. This turned out to be a good move. The room was full of employees, all working on something. Robin gulped faintly by the door before collecting himself back together, walking to the backdoor, and opening it with fake certainty. He had to act as if he belonged, as if he was there for a reason. Once he opened the door to the room, which hosted all of the already finished projects, Robin took a while to search for the one specific thumb drive.

"I found the thumb drive," Robin said to Slade after switching the mic back on. He dared not speak too loud, so no one, in any way, could be able to hear him.

"Good job, Robin. Now, load the information from the thumb drive onto the small USB reader device, which is located on the back left pocket of your belt. It should take a while to save," Slade instructed. Robin did the work as he was told. Just like Slade said, it took at least ten minutes for the contents to load and Robin was getting worried that the people in the room were starting to get suspicious of him. "You have done well, Robin. Now you will need to make your way back and claim your prize."

The tone Robin heard from Slade (fondly?) made him feel good. Even if he had been kidding around most of the time, Slade still took the time to tell him that he had done well. And, for the first time in his life, Robin kind of wanted to return to Slade's base and see what he had in store for him. Slade had mentioned something about a prize and, for once, it seemed that he wasn't holding anything against him. It seemed that Slade was being genuine about this. It almost sounded like the man was proud of him, which in turn made Robin feel high. It may have just been verbiage, but, for once, Robin just wanted to agree with Slade and take in his words, foolishly believe that it was true.

"Return to base, Robin."

The communication was cut off. Robin took the thumb drive off the reader and placed it back where he had taken it.

"I will," he said quietly.

Robin wasn't sure if he had heard the words himself. Maybe he hadn't said them at all? Had he said them or not didn't matter. The fact was that he did return. He came straight back to Slade's base, but only after returning Miles and Moore's ID cards and having one longing look at Titans Tower.
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