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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- 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 some 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
Robin's ear twitched violently. A strong, musky smell entered his nose. With his eyes twitching rapidly while they were closed, he heard something that he considered a rude wake-up call.
"Ooooooooh Drake!"
Robin's eyes shot open. Rolling over, he flattened himself against the wall, a deep blush forming on his face at the sight before him. Some blonde woman was riding Drake while he finished his orgasm. Robin felt like he would faint. The woman fell on top of Drake, kissing him passionately. Moving his mouth away, Drake chuckled.
"Aww, you woke him up," he said, like it was no big deal that Robin had seen them fucking like jack rabbits.
The woman looked at Robin and smiled. He gulped. "So you're Drake's pet." Robin nodded numbly, forgetting that he wasn't really a pet. The woman hugged Drake. "Isn't he just the greatest guy in the world?"
Drake laughed at the look on Robin's face. "I have a feeling he hasn't seen a naked woman before." Robin glared at him. Drake looked at the woman. "I think you should leave now, Sal."
The woman smiled. "Yes, alright." The woman got up and started to dress. Once done, she turned to Robin, who still had a deep blush on his face. "It was nice to meet you, Robin."
She held her hand out to shake, but Robin gave her a 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me?' look. Smiling, she said good-bye and then left. The room was silent for a few seconds. Robin glared at Drake.
"What the fuck was that?!"
Drake snorted while getting up. Robin looked away from his nude form. "Sally is just a whore, get over it," Drake said, heading for his bathroom. "It isn't like you don't know what sex is."
"That's not the point!" Robin shouted after him right as he closed the door. The shower started a few seconds later. Growling, Robin rolled over and yanked the covers back over him. "Bastard."
Half an hour later and Drake returned, getting ready for the day. "Get up, pet. Your breakfast should be here soon."
Robin snorted. "I'm not hungry after that disgusting display," he said, his voice muffled by the blanket.
"I don't care," Drake said, walking over and taking the blanket away. Robin growled, flattening his ears down. "Oh please. You didn't even see the whole thing. You slept through it until the end there. Now get up. After you eat breakfast, you're going to one of the cages."
Drake threw the blanket onto his bed before turning around and sitting at his desk. Dan arrived a few minutes later, a bowl of warm oatmeal in his hands. He glanced at Robin, who hadn't moved while setting it on the desk.
"What's wrong with him?"
Drake waved his hand as if to brush it off. "Nothing, he's just cranky."
Dan smiled. "Yes sir."
Dan left, closing the door silently behind him. Robin soon got up, sighing. Drake handed him his breakfast and he ate rather quickly. A few minutes later and a guard with a pole in his hand entered.
"I don't care which cage he's in," Drake said. "Just stick him in one."
"Yes, boss."
The guard approached Robin, whose deep set eyes were in a small glare. He looked disdainfully at the loop as it came around his head and tightened around his neck.
"Play nice with the others, pet," Drake said as they headed out.
Robin rolled his eyes, but remained quiet. He allowed the guard to take him down the stairs and down the rows of cages. He stopped at the one with Noah in it, unlocked the cage, and forced him inside. Once the loop came off, he slammed the door shut and locked it up again. Robin looked around and was glad that there was enough room for all the teens to stand around in. Most were still asleep. His ears fell. Turning around, he sat down, drew his knees up to his chest, and stared off into space. An hour passed and some of the kids were awake. They ignored Robin. A few minutes later and a man in a business suit walked by.
"Drake is in his office, sir," one of the guards said to him.
"Thanks."
Robin watched the man walk towards the stairs out of the corner of his eye. He had an awful feeling in his gut.
"Hey, newbie." Robin looked over his shoulder. A teen with red hair dropped down from the top of the cage, a monkey tail swishing around behind him. "What are you supposed to be?"
Robin's tail wrapped around him. "A wolf."
The teen scratched his eye. "Noah says you're a mutt."
Robin snorted and then looked away. "Whatever."
The monkey boy sat down, scratching his temple vigorously. "Heard you were Drake's special pet or something."
"Drake might think that," Robin said, not really caring. "But I'm no one's pet."
The teen yawned. "I don't like it either, believe me. I have this horrible feeling I'ma be one of the next ones in some rich man's home, treating me like a freak. I'm trying to play the nice guy so that once I'm out of this cage, I can bolt. I wanna go to Africa."
"Good for you," Robin muttered, still tired. He was quiet for a while. "So, what do you do for fun in here?"
The monkey kid snorted. "Nothing. They make sure no one fights in here. Noah is the only defiant one. They're always throwing him into the "Coliseum", as Drake likes to call it."
Robin looked at him. "Noah said he could take on the snow leopard. Is that true?"
The teen shook his head. "Nah, he's still in the infirmary. He just acts tough."
"Yeah, I figured," Robin said, looking away. "Though he's probably getting strong from this. I mean, if he tries his hardest."
"Yeah, when he comes back, he's back to his fake bad ass self." The teen yawned. "Well, was nice talking to ya. I'm going back to sleep."
The monkey boy stood up and walked away. Sighing, Robin ignored anyone else wanting to bother him. He was there for an hour before Drake came by with the business man.
"I will consider your suggestion," Drake told him. "Drive safe." The man gave a curt nod and then left. Drake watched him until he was out of sight. He then turned to the cage door. Robin glanced up at him. "Have fun?"
Robin snorted. "Yeah right."
Drake just shrugged and started to unlock the door. Robin stood up and waited. It swung open and Drake let him pass. "I want to show you something. Don't try to run once we're outside."
"I'm not leaving any time soon," Robin said, following him.
Drake and Robin passed the rows of cages in silence. They reached the door. It slid open, letting the bright sunlight stream in. Robin followed close behind as they headed towards another, domed building. It was much smaller than the factory. They soon reached it. Drake typed in a code on the mechanical lock pad and the door slid open. They walked in.
"This is the Chamber," Drake said, leading Robin down the path that wound around. "Your friend is in here." Robin had a sinking feeling. They stopped in front of an open window that connected to the wired border. Inside the space was a large, round platform with Beast Boy lying on it. Guards and scientists were standing around, some working on the machines. Beast Boy was collared, hooked to wires and tubes, and loose chains held him down. Robin swallowed. "Gary, status?"
A bald man with green eyes and wearing a white coat looked at his clipboard. "We're still using the machine. He won't do it willingly. We're starting the machine again."
"Good. Once my pet sees what it does, he may be able to convince him to do it on command," Drake said.
Robin growled at him. "What are you talking about? What does the machine do to him?"
"You'll see," Drake said. "I need two guards out here."
Two of the burly men inside came out and stood behind him and Robin. He had a feeling they were for him. That made him wonder. What would happen to Beast Boy that would piss him off? Before Robin had an answer, another scientist flipped a switch and the room buzzed to life. Beast Boy groaned when electricity started to form around him, connected to the wires. He clenched his eyes and teeth tight when the bright lights of the electricity reached his body.
"GAAAAAAH!"
Robin stopped breathing. Every ten seconds, Beast Boy would cry out in pain with a different pitch with each animal he turned into. He thrashed around, trying to break out of the chains that bound him. When he changed into a bear, Robin saw the cub in his mind, crying for his mother. Fear gripped him.
"S-Stop," he whispered. Turning to Drake, Robin started shouting at him. "Stop it! Turn the machine off!" Drake glanced at him. Robin growled angrily, his fangs and claws extending. "TURN THE FUCKING THING OFF!" A guard hesitantly stepped up behind him. Drake gave a nod. The man grabbed Robin around his arms, holding him back. "Turn the fucking machine off! You goddamn bastard, fucking turn it off!"
Robin struggled in the guard's grip, wanting to rip Drake to shreds if he didn't listen to him. After another half minute, he turned to the window. "Turn it off."
The scientist nodded and threw down the switch. The buzzing sound slowly diminished and the electricity went off. Beast Boy was in the form of a cheetah. Unable to stay up, he fell, returning to his human self. His breathing was loud and labored. Robin could sense just how close to death he was. He stopped struggling, but continued to glare at Drake.
"I came to show you this for a reason," he said, turning to the angry teen. "The machine forces him to turn into any animal that the scientists input. It is highly painful and, if used too much, the subject will die. Convince your friend to willingly help us and he'll never have to be on this machine again. It's your decision if you help him or not."
Robin growled angrily at him, not sure what to do. He soon relaxed. The guard carefully loosened his grip. When he didn't try and attack, he released him. Turning around, Robin approached the gap, pushing Drake aside.
"Beast Boy?" The teen shuddered violently. His breathing was still labored. "Beast Boy, do as they say. If you cooperate, you don't have to go through this pain anymore. When you can, change into any animal they ask of you. If you don't, you'll be put back on this machine. Please, just listen to them. I don't want you to die because of me."
Beast Boy wouldn't open his eyes. With a shaking hand, he managed to make a thumbs up sign. It instantly fell. Tears were streaming down his face. Robin's ears fell, tears forming in his eyes.
"Well?" Drake asked.
"He'll do it," Robin muttered, feeling even more defeated now. There was a tense pause. Quickly turning and without warning, Robin punched Drake in the jaw, forcing him crashing into the floor. A guard grabbed Robin from behind. "You son of a bitch!"
Drake chuckled, which soon turned into a full blown laugh. He started to rise. "Oh, don't worry," he said, his laugh returning to a chuckle as he composed himself. "I know I'm a bastard." Grabbing Robin's collar, he yanked his face towards him to whisper in his ear. "I just don't care." Robin growled. Letting him go, he turned to a guard and asked for a pole. "Clean that boy's wounds. When his strength is back, get him to change into more animals and gather the DNA."
"Yes boss."
After looping the snare around Robin's neck, Drake ordered the guard to let go and they headed out. Robin glared at the ground, feeling absolute loathing towards everyone there. Only one thing crossed his mind:
They're all going to pay.

For the rest of the day, Robin had to sit on his knees on the hard floor as his punishment for punching Drake. He glared at anyone who came in, daring them to touch him. None did. It was now bed time. Robin hadn't been hungry for dinner since seeing Beast Boy in so much pain. When Drake told him he could get up, he stood without a word, used the bathroom, and got into bed. Drake sighed when he plopped down angrily. Robin glared at the wall.
"Your friend will be fine as long as he does what we say," Drake said, standing. He got ready for bed. After pulling boxers on, he went to his bed, threw Robin's blanket on top of him, and then got under his covers. He stretched and yawned. "Good night."
Drake closed his eyes. Robin moved as close to the wall as he could, wrapping the blanket around him. He continued to glare at the darkness, anger, sadness, and pain mixing into one inside him. He blinked his tears away.
'Slade will find me. He will save Beast Boy and me and he'll help me stop Drake. Just wait a little longer.'
Closing his eyes, Robin allowed his emotional exhaustion to force him into a deep sleep. The next day, he was still moody. He was able to sit on his pillow while on his knees. His legs ached, but his knees were fine. Robin was looking forward to more sleep that night. Drake's cell phone rang. Picking it up, he flipped open the lid and turned on the speaker.
"Yes, Larson?"
"Your brother, Derreeck, is coming up, sir."
"Thanks." Drake closed the lid and threw his phone down. "Whatever my brother does, just ignore him and he'll leave you alone."
Robin was about to ask why when the door opened, no knock beforehand. Robin glanced up. An older man that looked almost exactly like Drake, except for the hair style, stalked in, slamming the door. He had a big grin on his face. Robin looked away, not liking what he was sensing from him.
"Hey bro! Get my card?"
"Yes, Derrick, I did," Drake said with a roll of his eyes. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to check up on my baby brother's health and business, that's all."
"That is what a phone is for, dickwad; it's to call and ask."
Derrick snorted, amused. "It's easier to lie on a phone than in person, dude," he said, his grin never wavering. Robin really hated this guy. "How's productivity?"
"It's going well," Drake said. "I already have offers in my book."
"That's great bro," Derrick said enthusiastically. "Seriously, that's awesome. My little brother is growing up. Too bad mum and dad aren't here to see their youngest living like this."
"You know I don't need your flattery, Derrick," Drake said.
"Aww, but everyone needs flattery." Silence filled the room. Robin hadn't looked up. Derrick suddenly seemed to notice him. "Hey, who's this?"
Robin slowly looked up. Derrick crouched in front of him. Drake glanced wearily at them.
"That's my pet, Robin. I would leave him alone. He's very angry at me."
Robin's heart skipped a beat when Derrick touched his ear. It twitched. "Wow, these are real? I thought they were fake."
Drake snorted. "Yes, they're real, idiot." He turned his chair to face them. Derrick placed a hand on Robin's neck while the other ran through his hair. Drake's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Derrick-"
"He sure is a pretty thing, isn't he?"
That's when Robin snapped. "Get away from me!"
Derrick quickly stood up and back. Drake grabbed Robin's collar before he could attack him.
"You haven't tamed him yet?" Derrick asked. "Hell, I know a way to do that."
Drake managed to sit Robin back down, who growled at Derrick. "Keep your methods to your damn self, asshole," he said angrily. "And get out."
"Alright, alright, don't get your boxers all up in a bunch," Derrick said, waving his hands in front of his body in defense. "I'm going." Turning around, he walked to the door. "I'll come visit again soon."
Derrick left, slamming the door shut behind him. After a minute, Drake let the collar go. Robin flattened his hair back down and then rubbed furiously at his ears. Drake sighed.
"I'm sorry about him."
Robin shook himself, feeling sick. "That man was born from Satan."
Drake leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, he does so many illegal things that it makes me look like an angel." He started counting with his fingers with each charge. "He kidnaps, tortures, kills, steals, and rapes constantly. He's finding a way to kill me so that he gets everything from my family's Will. That would include you and everyone here. If he got a hold of you, there's no telling what he'd do."
Robin had a good feeling what would happen, but he didn't want to say it out loud. "I feel gross."
Drake glanced at him and then sighed. "You can shower to get his scent off you. Just saying my brother's name leaves a bad taste in my mouth."
"Thanks." Standing up, Robin walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. After peeing, he undressed and turned on the hot water. He stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. Robin hung his head under the hard streams. A sigh passed him. "Hurry and find us Slade."
Robin closed his eyes and inhaled. For the next five minutes he stood under there, enjoying the water the best he could. He almost never wanted to leave it. For some reason he felt safe there. Why, he had no idea.
Robin's eyes slowly opened. The water was still hot, but so was something else. Turning his back to the shower wall beside him, he leaned against it. Swallowing, he lowered his right hand, grabbed the base of his penis, and started to stroke himself. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with nothing but darkness. It didn't stay that way for very long. As he pumped his shaft faster, colors slowly started to form in his head. Robin bit his lower lip. A strangled moan passed his teeth, but he kept the majority of it in. The colors slowly vanished in his mind then and he felt someone behind him.
Robin…
"S-Slade…"
Warm hands wrapped around Robin's stomach. He leaned his head back against an equally warm chest, panting and moaning. Slade kissed the side of his neck, making him shudder. Robin grinded against him slowly, getting harder each second. He felt hot air on his ear.
I'm coming to save you, Robin. I promise.
"Ah!"
Cum splattered the glass door. Robin panted, his hot breath fogging the glass even more. His hair was matted down on his forehead, water and sweat drops rolling down his face. Feeling weak in the knees, he slid down the wall, wrapping his arms behind his head. The jets rained down on him. His tail lay completely still in the water on the floor.
I will save you.
"I know," Robin whispered. "I'm waiting."
Robin walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist. Drake pointed to the bed, where clean clothes were waiting.
"Took you a while."
Robin crouched by the bed, grabbing his boxers. "I couldn't stop feeling like leeches were crawling into my skin," he said, standing.
"Ah."
After getting dressed and relatively dry, Robin sat back in his spot, yawning. Drake patted his head twice before resuming work.

"Can I ask you something, sir?" Robin asked the next day.
"Yeah, just one second," Drake said, finishing his paper work. He set the last page in his OUT box and then turned to Robin. "Listening."
Robin looked at him. "What were you considering after that business man came?"
Drake sat back in his chair and thought about it. "Oh, he had an interesting suggestion actually. He thought about breeding to make mixed species. He thinks I could bring more money in if I made the kids breed."
"If I may say, they're too young to be having sex," Robin said, hating the idea instantly.
Drake chuckled. "That didn't stop you."
Robin snorted. "I can't reproduce with a man."
Drake shook his head in amusement. "Well, it was just a suggestion. I may sweep it under the rug and just see if I can mix different DNAs together."
Robin scratched his neck. "So how much do you sell them for?"
"Well, depending on age and species, usually a thousand to ten thousand dollars," Drake said. "Dog and cat humans sell for less since you can get cats and dogs pretty much anywhere. We make a bunch of them. So far we have one hundred and fifty cats and one hundred dog humans. I've sold about thirty so far."
Robin looked away. "I heard that some kids were transferred from police stations." He brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. "But they can't all have come from there, right? Where'd you get them?"
Drake placed his hand on Robin's head, petting him as he spoke. "Some were abandoned, several of them were orphans, and the rest were reported dead or missing. One or two were kidnapped."
Robin growled then. "Great, like I wanted to hear that. They're still humans. Don't you feel any remorse for them?"
"No," Drake said bluntly. "I'm a greedy bastard. I do admit the ones getting euthanized is hard, but that's mainly because that's one less paycheck. I don't care where they end up, whether they go to wonderful, nice people or to bad ones. I keep a few books with all my sales. I have the addresses, their names, age, what price, and who they went to and their occupation. No one cares about an abandoned or orphaned child anyway, so no one would miss them."
Robin pulled his head away. "A lot of people would find this wrong. They're just kids."
Drake just shrugged. "Like I said, I only really care about the money, pet. No one in the world could change my mind. Besides, since we're out in the middle of nowhere, the authorities can't find us. We're completely hidden from the radar."
"So the only way to shut it down is if someone found out and did something about it, right?" Robin asked.
"Exactly." Robin's eyes narrowed. That's what he had to do then: find a way to tell the authorities, like the government, what was happening, and setting all the kids free. If he was right, and Slade was coming, then he could help them get out of this mess that he caused. Suddenly, Drake's cell phone rang. He picked it up. "Yes?"
"Sir, someone made a last minute appointment to see you."
"Okay, thank you, Larson. Send up a guard to take Robin to a cage." Drake hung up the phone and set it down. "Gotta get up, pet. A last minute meeting with someone came up."
Robin stood up and waited at the door. A guard came up with a snare. He looped it around his neck and then led him downstairs. Robin followed, already used to this treatment. They passed a fat man in a business suit on the way to Noah's cage. The hair on the back of Robin's hair went up, making him shudder. There was something about that man…
"Well, look who's here." The cage door closed behind Robin. He glared at Noah. "Doesn't find you special anymore?"
Robin snorted. "Go bother someone else."
Turning around, Robin plopped down. Noah smirked. "Did he fuck you yet?"
Robin jerked his head around, looking at Noah in confusion. "What?" he asked, his eyes wide.
Noah snickered. "Well, his fag brother likes little boys, so Drake would too, wouldn't he?" Robin glared at him. "Well then why else are you special than a good fuck, huh?"
Growling angrily, Robin turned and pounced, pinning a surprised Noah underneath him. "Shut up!"
Noah laughed briefly. "What other reason is there? I mean, he's a dominant male and he's keeping your friend hostage. You'd roll over for him with your dick exposed, wouldn't you?"
Gritting his teeth and growling, Robin was about to punch him in the face when a voice spoke. "Noah, shut up, please." Robin looked up. A fifteen year old girl with short red hair and black eyes stepped up to the two boys. She had a thin, black tail down her back. "Please, get off him. He's still wounded from his last Coliseum battle."
Robin stared softly at her for a second before lowering his hand and standing up. Stepping back, he held his hand out to her. "I'm-"
"Yes, I know who you are," the girl said with a smile. Noah started to stand when she took Robin's hand. "You're Robin, from the Teen Titans. I'm from Jump City too. I'm Rosie."
"Hi, Rosie," Robin said, ending the shake. "What are you exactly?"
"Red-headed Basilisk. Which is why I have red hair. It used to be brown. And Noah is a jaguar."
"Yeah, I know," Robin said. "That's probably why he hates me."
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock."
"Shut up, Noah," Rosie said with a small glare. "He's just like you and me. He was kidnapped and turned into one of us."
"Well, the events are the other way around," Robin said.
"Still, you're in the same mess," Rosie said. "And special or not, Drake is treating you badly."
"Yeah." Robin sat down. "But, if I'm right, someone I know is on his way to help me. I plan on helping everyone here since it's pretty much my fault for this mess."
Noah snorted. "So I should be kicking your ass for this then."
Robin sighed. "Like you could."
"And you can't," Rosie said. "I've seen the Titans fight and Robin kicks major butt. You suck anyway."
"Shut up!"
Robin shook his head in disappointment. "You two are strange."
Rosie chuckled. "Yeah, we kinda are. Oh well. I'm the only one who can tolerate Noah and his bragging."
"Hey!"
Robin laughed softly. "Someone has to."
"Well fuck you guys then," Noah said, turning his back on them. "I'ma nap. Later, mutt."
Noah walked away a few minutes before Drake returned. The business man was with him. "Go ahead and choose."
Robin stood, standing at the corner of the cage. He was starting to feel like he was in an animal shelter or pound now. The business man glanced at him. Robin glared back, not liking his scent. Rosie looked shy and she dared not look at him. The man then started looking right at her. Sensing this, Rosie moved behind Robin, holding onto him.
"The girl behind that boy is the right age," the man said. "Men like red-heads."
"Yes, that is Rosie, a red-headed Basilisk," Drake said. "She's been fully tested and she poses no threat to humans."
While the two men talked, Robin turned to Rosie, who looked scared. "I don't like him. He reeks of something. I'm not sure what."
Growling low, Robin turned back to Drake and the man. "Hey, Tubby." Drake stopped mid-sentence. The two men turned to Robin, who was glaring. "What exactly is it you do?"
"Now, now, pet, it isn't nice to call people names," Drake said with a stern look. "And it is none of your business."
"She's my friend," Robin said angrily, ignoring him. "What do you want with her?"
Gritting his teeth, Drake turned and called for a few guards. The business man smirked.
"Don't worry, boy, she'll be taken care of. If I abuse her too much, no one would want her. Though most men prefer weaklings."
Rosie made a strange hiss sound at hearing those words. Tears streamed down her face. "No! Please, pick someone else!" she pleaded when a guard started to unlock the gate.
Rosie stood behind Robin, holding onto him for dear life. He growled. "I won't let you take her."
A few guards entered the cage. One grabbed Robin's collar and threw him away from Rosie. She cowered back when another jerked a snare towards her head. Robin stood up, extending his claws. The guard that shoved him stood in his way as the girl was pulled towards the door.
"I am sorry for my pet's behavior, sir," Drake told the man. "I have yet to tame him," he added, shooting Robin a glare.
"It is alright," the man said. "I'm taking the girl whether he wants me to or not."
"Yes, yes, of course."
The guard handed the snare to the fat man. Rosie cowered, but didn't try breaking away. She was usually strong and unafraid, but now, she was just a scared little girl. Robin growled, knowing that the sex trafficker didn't care. The man started pulling her towards the front door.
"I won't stand by and let you take her!"
Before anyone could react, Robin roundhouse kicked the guard in front of him, knocking him back into the cage wall. He burst through the door before another guard could lock it, knocking him over. Sliding on his feet sideways, Robin stood up straight and was about to chase after them.
"Hey, fat ass!" Noah appeared behind Robin on his left. The business man turned around to look at them. Noah growled, his eyes narrowed in a heated glare. "Step one foot outside that door, and I'll kill you."
The business man smirked and snorted. "Yes, I'm sure you will," he said, clearly not believing him. He turned back around and started walking. "You are nothing but a stupid little boy."
Noah snarled and tried to chase after them, but a guard looped a snare around his neck and yanked him back. Robin gritted his fangs together as they extended. Growling, he positioned his joints and then chased after them on all fours. He swerved in and out of guards that arrived to try and grab him. The man and Rosie made it to the door, where a sleek black car was waiting. Rosie was quickly shoved into the back seat. The man got in and ordered his driver to step on it, knowing Robin was after them.
"Get back here!"
Robin burst through the door, ran after the car, and took a giant leap. Landing on the trunk, he ran over the top and spun around in mid-air to land on the hood. The driver's eyes widened in surprise. Growling, Robin started scratching at the glass.
"Get him off my car!"
Rosie watched as Robin tried to get in, hope filling her heart. Maybe she'd be saved? Her eyes widened. "No! Robin!"
The driver had swerved, an unsuspecting Robin sliding off the car. He rolled across the dirt ground a few times before jumping up and continuing his chase. The car sped up, a cloud of dust behind it. Robin tried to catch up, but he was losing breath from the hard run and dust. He tried to press on faster, but he tripped over his own feet and fell, crashing into the ground. Landing on his stomach, he pushed himself up with his arms, jerking his head up. His eyes widened.
"ROSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
The car was no longer visible due to the dust cloud behind it. Still panting, Robin stood up, staring after it. Not far away, Drake was running towards him.
"Robin!"
Spinning around, Robin tackled Drake to the ground, pinning him down beneath him, growling. Anguish covered his face and tears formed in his eyes. "You bastard, she's going to get raped over and over again! She's just a little girl! You helped ruin her life!"
Drake quickly forced his palm into Robin's chin, forcing his head back. Getting one leg free, he kicked him off. Robin crashed into the ground, growling. Drake stood up and snorted, his eyes narrowed in a glare.
"We've been over this before. It doesn't matter to me where they go. And you shouldn't either."
Robin pushed his body off the ground with his hands. He growled at him from his fallen form. "It does matter! They're kids for Christ sakes! Don't you know what sex traffickers do?!" Drake didn't reply and his expression didn't change. "They drug children and enslave them for sex with vile men! They don't deserve that! THEY'RE BETTER OFF DEAD!"
"Do you honestly think I care?" Drake asked, his tone of voice giving away the answer. Robin growled lightly at him, not knowing what to say. He looked away, his ears falling. His claws dug into the dirt as he curled his hands into fists. "Get up. We're done talking about this."
Turning on his heel, Drake headed back for his factory. Robin stared at the ground in anger and anguish. Unclenching his hands, he stood up and followed him, vowing to save the ones still locked up and those that were sold away. But first, he had to get rid of the head of the problem: Drake.

To Be Continued…
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