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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: I hope you guys enjoy the chapter and tell me so. I didn't get much reviews on the last chapter, but I don't mind. Against common believe: I do not write this for you. Sorry. I write this form my own pleasure. I would enjoy hearing how I did, though.

Have I improved on my writing? I know I had a really long break at a point, so I would like to know if it did me any good? When the story progressess, I would like to know how I did in all those different situations. So do not hold back if you think this is cr*p, and tell me so, so I can improve.

Normally when Robin dreamed, they involved his friends. They were usually just having fun or doing things together. Other times, he would see dreams about driving his motorcycle. The speed would be so reckless and wild that things just whooshed past him. At times he drove in Jump, sometimes in Gotham, and sometimes on a sand road. Other times he would be giving it some gas from the gas stations set within endless wheat fields for as far as the eye could see. In other dreams he was still merged with the previous day, during which he was beating up some monster or jumping across the rooftops or running through alleyways. Sometimes he even dreamed about Starfire. But this time it wasn't about Starfire at all. This time, it was about Slade, and not in the usual sense. Robin had had dreams about Slade before, that was true. If only one could call them dreams. Usually they were nightmares about him being chased and hurt by an orange and black-colored, faceless man in the shadows, which everyone knew as Slade. But, tonight, it was different. Because now it definitely was a dream rather than a nightmare.

Robin felt calm and peaceful in his dream. No running, no fighting, and no meaningless quarrel. In his dream there were just him and Slade. They were still inside the base, having time off. At the moment they didn't need to do anything, so they were in the bed chamber. Slade was currently sitting in his usual chair and Robin was sitting on the end of the bed. They were having a pleasant conversation, which Robin wouldn't fully remember once he woke up. He was enjoying the conversation, whatever it was on, and it seemed that Slade was enjoying it too. Robin was so carefree, then, and would even laugh at times without worrying about the possible consequences of it. It seemed that they even had a playful bet going on, trying to prove each other wrong in a competition on who was right, which Slade ultimately won. Then Robin moaned and stretched his arms in the air, as a sign of giving up before falling to the bed on his back. He was still laughing and mumbling something in his defense, but stopped mid-sentence when he felt the bed tip beside him. Looking over, he saw that Slade had taken a seat next to him. This made Robin sit up next to him. He looked at him in wonder before he moved to ruffle his hair and then resting his hand on his shoulder. Robin would laugh and hold Slade's hand as he tried to playfully push him away for messing with his already messed up hair.

The dreams kept changing scenario after scenario, some turning more bold and grotesque as they came. First they were simple touches, a few charming words, and, once, was something as simple as a hug, which made Robin's skin get goosebumps in a good way. It seemed that the dreams were innocent. Robin could remember dreams where he had been waiting for Slade to arrive from a mission or vice versa and, once they saw each other, they'd shake hands and escort the other inside with his hand on his shoulder. It was only after that that the dreams got more audacious. At first it was the touches, going further, staying longer, feeling more welcome and pleasant every time. Then it turned downright courting. Robin remembered Slade burying his masked face against his neck, his breath making his hair flutter. He could feel his chest on his back, like a warm and sturdy shelter for him and only him. He could feel Slade's hand wandering along his chest and sides, and closer to his hips. As Robin felt the wave of pleasure travel through his body for the first time, he woke up with a jolt. He was slightly out of breath, felt groggy and confused, and was in complete darkness of their room. It probably wasn't all that late, seeing as Slade was still sleeping on the other side of the bed. He was a respectable length away; not too close, not too far. He was sleeping peacefully and breathing slowly and evenly without moving an inch. Robin noted he laid in a completely straight position on his back with his arms at his sides. He himself was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and presenting a morning wood. This was so embarrassing. It was happening right here? Now? Thank god Slade was asleep…

Robin started to turn around to sneak to the toilet to take a piss. His back was to Slade and he prayed to all the gods that the floor didn't creak and that he was silent enough to prevent waking the mercenary up. He snuck to the bathroom and silently slid the door open. He then maneuvered himself inside from the small opening and closed the door behind him. The slight slam made him jump since he had heard nothing but silence up to that point. At that point, Robin was sure he alerted the sleeping man. So he squeezed his eyes shut and locked the door with a faint click, which was, hopefully, silent enough. Not that Robin knew, but Slade hadn't woken up to any of those noises. He actually had been awake the moment Robin moved on the bed the first time. To be even more truthful, he had been watching him writhe in his sleep, but decided to leave him be since he was obviously having a good one. It wasn't hard for a trained assassin to feign sleep once he actually woke up. Robin was so fascinatingly adorable when he awoke in the wits of the night. His eyes had been half open, he still looked somewhat tired, and he had groggily observed his surroundings. Slade noted he spent slightly longer than usual to observe Slade himself, but, as he finally tried to inch himself to the bathroom without being noticed by him, he decided to leave it alone. He had noticed the boy's small problem, but even he wasn't evil enough to start torturing a man because of his natural occurrences.

Robin, on the other hand, was standing with his legs crossed in front of the toilet and having a decision to make: jerk off or take a cold shower. He wasn't sure which would make more noise, his accidental moans or the shower. Of course, the shower would be much easier to explain, so that's what he chose. Besides, jerking off for a man who was right behind the wall wasn't what he wished to go through. Where had that dream even come from? Did they mean anything? At first, he was sure they were just because of hormones and the fact that he and Slade were getting along better and almost enjoyed each others' company. Robin wouldn't go as far as thinking of him as a friend, since it was clear they weren't and never would be. With that cleared out-of-the-way, he started the shower and bravely stepped under the cold spray that would wash away his problems.

The cold water was itching and freezing his skin, making it tingle and form goosebumps. At least it served its purpose. Robin barely had time to turn off the shower and run to the toilet before he was already relieving his bladder. Mornings like this made him hate his own self. It was already weird, but in a situation like this? It just didn't make sense. Couldn't the upper powers have chosen a more embarrassing moment for this? Robin resumed to dry himself off from the cold water still dripping down his skin and then changed back into his night pants. He thought he was cooled down enough to return to bed and maybe get some more sleep. He didn't know what time it was, but since Slade was still sleeping, it couldn't have been that much. He always woke before he did.

Robin cracked open the door to sneak into the room. Slade was still in the same position from before and still seemed to be asleep. Robin was in luck. He silently closed the door behind him, this time being able to silence a slam, and then tip-toed back to the bed and got under the warm covers. It was always nice to do so after a cold shower. He enjoyed the warmth that surrounded him and felt content under the covers, but the moment he stopped to relax and get back to sleep, the thoughts flowed over him like a flood breaking through a dam, making him somewhat disturbed. Not as much as he was confused, but still. Since when had his subconscious turned against him to team up with Slade? That was so not fair. Robin wondered just where his mind was aiming. Dreams usually repeated the scenes from the day before in order to clear out thoughts. Usually some fantasy was included, but he still wondered where this dream had come from. He and Slade had, after all, gotten along just great the day before. Well, not actually great, but better. Was he secretly wanting to get along with him? Well, maybe he was. Who wanted to fight until all eternity anyway? Surely not him.

Somehow, sleep didn't come easy for Robin. His thoughts were running in circles for what felt like eternity until he finally fell into a fitful sleep. The dreams continued, but they didn't get any worse than they already had. Once the morning did finally come, Robin felt tired, but there was a small linger in the bottom of his stomach that made him feel good. He wasn't at all stressed, jumpy, or even nervous. He was really calm, even if his eyelids felt like they were made of lead.

"Morning, Robin."

It was Slade. He was on the other side of the room, sitting in his usual seat and looking at Robin. It seemed that he had been waiting for him to awaken because there was nothing on his table. No reports, no files, no nothing.

"Morning…" Robin mumbled back, rubbing his eyes. He was still somewhat tired, but he didn't want to show it. When in the tower, he'd wake up with his usual routine—a few minutes before six—and be ready to face the day. He did not want that to change.

"Did you sleep well?" Slade asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

It seemed he had been awake for a while now and was in no hurry. Robin stretched on the bed. First he stretched his arms up towards the ceiling and then stretched his legs by taking a hold of his foot and pressing his forehead against his knee.

"I slept okay. I woke up a couple of times and I remember seeing some dream, but for the love of god can't remember about what…"

Robin suddenly reddened in the face and he stopped stretching.

"Is it all coming back now?" Slade asked, half in curiosity, half teasing.

"Erm, yeah." It sure did. Not all of it, though, just the obvious. Slade didn't know, did he? "It's nothing," Robin mumbled, rising rose from the bed and going back to stretching, to look busy.

Slade was eying him up. Robin was distracted enough not to mind that he was only wearing the pajama pants. Slade loved to watch how his pectorals, abs, biceps, and all the other muscles in his body bent and stretched as he went.

"No, really, what was it about?" Slade questioned, counting that Robin performed while his feet were tucked under the bed.

"Nothing special. I was still here, probably still in this very same situation, and it was basically just us two. Nothing special." Robin panted between the sit ups. He didn't want to tell Slade the truth, but he knew that if he just told him something he'd stop asking. Maybe he should distract him? "What about you?"

"Me?" Slade inquired, faking surprise. "Hmm, well I hardly ever sleep and even sparsely dream when I do. I don't need to sleep much," he added quietly.

"Insomnia? No, you were sleeping just fine last night. I saw."

Robin huffed and finished his repeats before getting to his pushups.

"What makes you think I wasn't just lying there for fun?" Slade asked evilly.

Even though he was wearing a mask, Robin could feel the grin on him. He paused to stare at him in disbelief. "You did not. You were sleeping. Hell, you didn't even wake up when I left to use the bathroom."

"Who says I didn't?"

The mock was thick in his voice, but Robin was too defensive to notice. At first, he didn't know how to answer other than to open his mouth like a fish on dry land before he finally got up and left to fetch his clothes that he started to miss thanks to the cold air.

"I don't care, really. I don't. End of discussion."

Robin went to pull an undershirt on over his head, but didn't get far as Slade asked, "Were they sweet nightmares?"

Robin spun around. "They were not nightmares!" Realizing what he just said, he covered his mouth.

"I knew they weren't," Slade said, his glee hidden rather well. Then he stood from his seat and walked over to where Robin was standing near the closet.

"What are you getting at?" Robin mumbled with his shirt almost pulled over his head, the armpits wrinkled.

"Nothing, so just relax. It's not a big deal. Besides, I had some pretty nice dreams myself," Slade purred in a deep voice, which, combined with the feel of his hands along Robin's sides as he lowered the undershirt in place, gave him chills. "I'll be in the training room once you are done. I have a training course set up for you."

Slade had a last longing look at him before he walked out of the room, leaving Robin alone to think. Once he was fully changed, he went to the training room. He had been dwelling on confusion ever since Slade left him this morning. He was pretty sure that he was messing with him and just being an ass. Or, at least, that's what he wanted to believe. It was confusing enough with those weird dreams and then Slade, too. Luckily today's training would let him concentrate on something else. Yeah, a distraction was exactly what he needed.

Robin entered the room. It was the one from the very beginning, with sand serving as a floor and which had a more normal feel to it than the metal rooms. Slade was standing in the middle of it. Robin was hesitant about meeting him from the beginning, but since he already came this far, he decided to keep going.

"Slade," Robin greeted, facing him in a straight standing position.

Slade greeted him as well. "I have prepared a small performance enhancement exercise for you. I will be teaching you to trust something more than with just your eyes. I noted that you take in a lot of detail, but you don't see the blow coming. Be prepared and I'll show you what I mean." Slade took out a retractable bo staff and then went into position, to show Robin that he was ready. He nodded, Slade instantly aiming straight for his head, but, at the last moment, redirecting the blow. Instead, he aimed at the back of his knees, knocking him down. Robin had felt the wind rush through his hair as the staff avoided hitting his head just millimeters from the assumed target. Slade then pressed the staff to his neck without putting any pressure on it. If this had been a real fight, he would have been in an instant KO. "You see what I mean? You look at the staff, you try to read the body language, but you still don't see it from coming," Slade explained. "I want you to learn to use your other senses. They were, after all, given to you for that purpose." Slade moved the staff away to let Robin back on his feet. "Are you ready to begin, or would you like a demonstration first?"

Robin didn't fully know what Slade meant by a demonstration, but since he had the choice, he decided to hear it out. "Good. Here, have this." Slade threw the staff to him and then stood in a perfect posture. "If you can hit me, you can have my respect, because that's the next thing I'm going to teach you once you learn to duck." Slade prepared for an incoming attack. "Once you know how to duck in this situation, you will learn to read your opponent and, thus, know how to take him by surprise." Robin nodded in understanding and announced that he was ready. Slade gave a nod as a sign that he was ready too. So Robin charged. He knew that a person had a reflex to protect the head if it was threatened in any way, so he aimed there, planning to hit Slade in the chest and knock the wind out of him. Before he noticed it himself, Slade hadn't even raised his hands to cover his head, but they were already by his chest with a firm grip around the staff. "You see what I meant?" Slade lowered it and waited for Robin to let go so he could take it back. "You have to not only see the movement of the staff, but of my eye and how my muscles twitch when I prepare to move. If I am too fast for you, you should use your ears. You can still hear me even if you are not facing me. Try not to keep an eye only on the weapon itself. After all, it isn't the weapon that kills people, it's the man holding it. Now, stay right there and only move when you feel the need to."

After his explanation, Slade took a hold of the staff and slowly moved it horizontally, holding it in a vertical position. Standing lax and completely still, Robin kept his eye on the staff, looking as it passed over to his right, then to his left. He saw how Slade's hand had a firm grip on it and the movement tipping slightly down every time. Soon he was predicting it, knowing that it would start turning right and then left the moment it was far enough and then repeat. The staff was once again going left, but suddenly Slade turned his wrist and the staff unexpectedly aimed to hit Robin in the groin, which he tried to dodge to the best of his abilities. He had managed to save the most important parts, but the staff had hit him on the knee.

"You see how you keep looking at the staff? You should look at my eyes and, if possible, my hands. But the most important part is to look at my feet. From the legs, you can see what I'm doing because, no matter what we do, we'll automatically tense the muscles to balance out, for whatever movement is to come. That way, also, you won't get distracted by the false moves." Slade moved the staff back to his side. "Try again, but this time, try not to look at the staff."

He lifted the staff once again and started to twirl it around, making it swirl past Robin's left side, do a loop in front of him, and then swing it by his right side, repeating the gesture. The movement was fast and it took some effort to stay focused on the staff alone. That's when Robin remembered to look at something else than the obvious. First, he saw Slade's hand moving the staff around. Then he saw how he used his fingers efficiently to handle it, never faltering. The movement was firm, constant, and fast. Soon he noticed that the original movement was changing and then quickly realized Slade was about to hit. From the position he was in, he shielded his sides, knowing that the location of the staff would make them the easiest and closest thing to hit. For the first time, he managed to cover completely. Too bad Slade aimed for his ankle soon after, the sting from his foot telling him that he had hit him straight on the calcareous; the heel bone. It was thanks to the direct blow to the weight carrier that caused Robin to falter as he accidentally lost his footing. He didn't fall because he managed to stabilize himself with his other leg. Slade sure knew what he was doing. Now it hurt for him to stand and, thanks to that, moving would be slower on his part.

"At least it was better than your last try. But remember, Robin, your hands are what you can use the best. You know your own hands, so you can count on that I know how to maneuver mine. What you don't know is what someone else can do. Paying attention to hands is difficult. People can be deceitful. I suggest you look at something that someone won't keep attention to for himself. That way, he won't even notice if he's letting something out," Slade explained, starting to swing the staff again.

This time he was moving it around in circles with one hand while raising it up and down at the same time. The circles were, again, in a horizontal position and Robin kept track of his hands. Slade was moving the staff very efficiently, even if it was long, heavy, and thick, unlike the pen Robin had seen him toy with when he thought he wasn't watching. Slade sure was talented with his fingers and he wouldn't even doubt if he could fool him with his hands alone. Robin carefully started to search for any giveaways from his body. He saw how his muscles in his arm flexed every time he lifted his hand or brought it back down. He could also see how concentrated Slade was in his work. He didn't need to look at his hands to see that he was doing his job properly, but instead buried his sight deep within Robin's gaze. It seemed as if Slade was watching, reading, and observing him. The gaze seemed to dig down deep into him and almost felt like it was burning him. Robin didn't let his sight wander though. He wanted to see if Slade would twitch his eye when he made his move. He wanted to learn how to read him.

Slade quickly made his move. Robin saw how the muscles of his hand tensed when he moved the staff, but there was nothing in his eye. He did dodge though. Then he saw Slade take a quick look at his lower abdomen and knew where he would aim next. He quickly drew his hand to at least knock away the blow, but, to his luck, he managed to grab the end just in time to stop it from hitting his kidneys.

"Very good, Robin. Now, envision an opponent with a visor protecting his vision. You may not see his eyes then, so pay attention to other body parts, too," Slade explained, and began to swing his staff again.

This time he was using both hands, swinging it in circles, this time vertically. Robin remembered to look at the man's legs, which, in this case, was a great option. He could see both the staff swinging by and the movement of his legs. Robin saw how he inched his weight from side-to-side according to the staff's movement. Slade was putting extra weight on his right side, helping him make his balance better. He could see him inch to the right as he moved to the right and vice versa. He saw him bend his knees if need be and could see how he hovered from side-to-side only so slightly to balance the staff's moves. And then Slade attacked, Robin seeing it immediately. He saw how he managed to gain some footing to the added weight from the right side before he swung. Robin could hear the wind being split by the staff as it whooshed through the air and saw the height that the hit was aimed at by the way he bent his knees. If he just bent them without aiming any lower than he did, then he was aiming somewhere at waist height. If he tipped any lower, then he'd be aiming for his feet. But it was at neither of those places. Robin saw the slight arch and he knew immediately that the blow was aimed at his neck. So he crouched, heard and felt the wind blow over him as the staff missed its goal, and, right after he dodged the attack, spun around to take the staff away from Slade, which he did.

"I saw you. Now it's my turn," Robin said.

Getting into a starting position—legs spread securely under him with the staff in front to protect his body—he got ready to attack.

"Ready when you are," Slade said, taking a defensive position too.

From the one visible eye, Robin could read that he was inconspicuously saying, "Go for it, I dare you" and was smiling. He tried to attack him, but Slade seemed to be able to read him like an open picture book. Robin tried to distract him by changing the attack course, but to no avail. Slade easily saw through him. He kept an eye on him, looking at the signs and changing of his eye and body. He was happy to announce that he was getting better and better at reading him. He could tell where Slade was going to protect himself and what his intentions were, but he just wasn't fast enough. Slade always managed to halt the incoming attack before it actually landed.

In the next forty-five minutes, Robin hadn't even been close to hitting him. He had to come up with a new tactic because it was quite obvious that just reading his movements and trying to change the attack course wasn't going to be enough. He had to wonder what he was doing wrong, or wasn't doing at all, to understand what was wrong. Robin once again attacked Slade, taking a jump to the skies and making the staff circle constantly above his head as he prepared to attack. He knew that the most obvious way would be to just attack the head. Knowing Slade was expecting that exact move, he, instead, aimed for his feet. Robin saw what he was about to do of course, once he was already going through with the action, so he couldn't really do much about it. So what was he doing wrong? He had been reading Slade just fine, but he couldn't go fast enough. So if he couldn't distract him or read him fast enough, what was he to do?

As soon as he asked, it came to him. Maybe it wasn't in him at all. Maybe he was doing it just fine while Slade was doing it better. Robin then tried to figure out how he could reduce Slade's preform. His best guess was to put himself in his position. Slade looked at the body language and the movement of the eyes, then there was nothing but reflex to stop the attack- The body language…? Yes, that was the key! If Robin could make his body language less obvious, maybe Slade couldn't read him as easily and wouldn't know how to dodge. But how was he going to do that? Soon, Robin gained a whole new approach. So far, he had been fighting like a wild beast with just the intent of hitting his foe, so of course his more than presenting moves were foretelling. So what did he need to read when Slade was dodging his attacks? If something went wrong, Slade would only need to look at the new location the hit was aimed for. He would then need to bend his knees in accordance with the height of the hit and then add weight to the leg, which he needed in order to balance him. There were a million and one small details to look at in Robin, and now he needed to hide them all. He needed to come up with a move that was neutral. He would still need to be in constant motion, but only enough to make one nervous in anticipation of an attack that might not even come.

Robin proceeded to make figure eights in the air with the staff, using that as his constant movement. He was already panting because he had been on the move for almost an hour straight. Robin then came up with a new motion: tiptoe while circling around Slade. He thought that if he only had a clear view of his legs, then he'd only have to worry about his legs' performance to succeed. Though, the fact that he was spinning circles forced his balance off, so he nearly lost his footing. So in other words, he needed to bend his knees to gain some friction before he could plan on attacking in any way. This wasn't going to be easy for him.

Robin spun around Slade quickly, then finally took action. As he was positioned with his back facing him, he prepared to jump, but instead swung the staff to the right, adding his weight to his right foot. Slade, of course, read the movement the moment it registered, but Robin was one step ahead. He had Slade exactly where he wanted him. The man was covering his right side, but Robin decided to attack straight up front by jabbing the staff on the exposed side between his arm and ribs so that he couldn't see the incoming attack.

Slade tried to cover the blow, now that he finally knew where Robin was aiming and managed to move his hands to cover his side, but he had no time to read his next move. He crouched and stabbed the underside of the man's chin, making his head snap backwards and forcing him to fall from the unstable balance. Robin saw it like in a slow motion scene of a movie. Slade fell backwards and hit the ground. The fall made the sand jump into the air and then hover. He had no time to get up because Robin had jumped up and pointed the staff right at his Adam's apple. He panted heavily down at him.

"Gotcha!"

Slade finally sneered and praised, "It seems that you have." Robin smiled and swelled with pride. He finally retracted the staff helped Slade up. Once he was back on his feet, he handed it over. Slade patted him on the shoulder. "Great job Robin. Now, let's get some breakfast."

Slade rubbed Robin's shoulder. Robin didn't know why he decided to walk with him to the kitchen with his hand there, but he didn't feel like complaining. Even if he was still breathless from the exercise, he felt even better as Slade rubbed his shoulder and back. Robin was swooning with pride and the only thing upsetting the moment was that he didn't know what to do with his hands. He couldn't reach Slade's shoulder for the position to be comfortable and he wasn't going to have his arm on his waist. He didn't want to stop him from petting his shoulder, so he decided to stuff his hands in his pockets. Robin was smiling widely as Slade slid his hand against his arm, feeling how he was, for the moment, proud of his achievement too.
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