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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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SladinForever: So you can expect it, there will be a new chapter next weekend. Also, eventually there will be gay sex in the story. Due to the site's sudden crackdown on adult sexual content, Kaz and I decided to stay safe by removing the sex from the upcoming chapters. There will be a note by me that shows where the sex was removed. Luckily, to avoid any inconvenience with this, the story will be posted in all its glory to adultfanfiction, Kazhiru's Livejournal and archive of our own, and you are welcome to ask for hers or my e-mail address—which we will then send the full chapter to you; just ask for it in a review or PM us— Again, very sorry for the inconvenience, but you will have other ways to view the good stuff still, so don't worry about that :)

Kazhiru: Don't worry, you will get your porn. And BTW, I GOT ACCEPTED TO THE COLLEGE! Engineering, here I come!

As promised, Slade prepared the simulator for him. Robin had taken another cold shower for the day before he deemed himself ready to participate in the test. He was now standing in the simulator, waiting for the room to set itself. With the everyday use, he didn't find it as interesting as before. Now his mind was wrapped around the man operating the room right behind the glass that separated them from each other, rather than the cool system. Robin didn't know how he should act around him. He kind of wanted to say something, but on the other hand, he didn't know what he should say. It was hard to tell him anything without sounding stupid. Also, he kind of wanted some kind of attention, but he was too afraid to ask. So far, Slade had spared him some touches now and then, which Robin realized he didn't mind at all. Actually, he kind of liked them. They formed goosebumps on his skin and he felt the pleasant chill travel from the pit of his stomach to the top of his scalp.

Robin didn't dare go further. There weren't many who distracted him easily without the aid of some stupid powder or gas, like from Poison Ivy. Yet, he didn't want to admit any of these stupid feelings. His body may have been growing fond of Slade's attention, but he didn't want to get into anything when his mind wasn't in it too. What scared Robin more was the fact he didn't know if he was into him or not. With Starfire, he had been uncertain too. He didn't know if it was alright to do anything with her, nor if she wanted to. He wanted to deny his feelings because he was scared they'd get in the way. He was shy back then. He still was shy when it came to relationships; he didn't have the guts to make the first move.

What a man he was. He still hadn't mustered enough courage to do anything else but to lay a curious kiss to her lips. The feeling it left behind was like no other. It left his mind empty, his stomach infested with butterflies, and he would positively swoon. Her touches left his skin tingly and itchy. That's exactly how Slade's touches felt. Except, Slade's feelings gave him the chills that he could feel everywhere. Was that better or worse? At least with Starfire he could have accepted it. His friends would accept her, he could spend his life with her, he could walk hand-in-hand on the streets with her, and they could have a family. He didn't think that he would have any of those things with Slade. Not that he was sure if he wanted many of those things with him. It was all so confusing. Why couldn't he have those feelings with Starfire? Why did it have to be Slade that came into the picture?

This was all thanks to those stupid dreams. He wasn't even sure about what he wanted from the man. He didn't want to jump into anything for such a stupid reason as "it made him feel good". He wasn't so cheap. Or that's what he wanted to believe. If anything, he wanted something more than those damn touches that made him see perverted dreams that woke him up in the middle of the night and have to take yet another cold shower. If he just knew how he felt about Slade— Better yet, how did Slade feel about him?

"Robin, are you ready? You seem a bit reserved. I suggest you get it together now," Slade's voice advised over the microphone.

It was his voice that snapped Robin out of his musings. He noticed that the room had settled down a while ago and around him he could see a forest. The trees were tall and broad and as far as his eyes could see, there were rocky crops and cliffs. The spruces were everywhere, covering the sun and hindering his sight. The ground was covered by moss and hummocks. He hadn't even noticed when the temperature dropped by several degrees. The sky was getting darker and he soon felt another sharp drop in temperature. It even started to rain. It was pouring like no tomorrow. Robin swore when his hair got glued to his scalp. The wind was picking up and the trees were swaying in the wind. The cold air made Robin shake as the freeze even bit his bones. For the second time in a row, it was horrible weather inside the simulator.

"We'll take it easy and keep the mission simple. Defeat the monster and you are free to go."

The moment his voice died out, another, different voice was heard. It was loud and high and it made the hair on Robin's neck rise up as he jumped around just in time to see a blur of something that jumped fast beside him. He barely had time to turn around to see what charged past as something huge whacked against his chest, with a sound to match. He managed a glimpse of an appendage that had just mauled him, which resembled that of a thick rat tail. He had been sent flying backwards a few feet until he hit the ground, making the hummocks loosen and fly in the air. The ground below the moss was muddy and wet and Robin soon found himself in a swamp-like puddle, the water sploshing everywhere. He had to spit some of it from his mouth. What was that thing? The tail that just crashed into him felt like iron and moved like that of a speeding car. Robin had no time to wonder about that before he scrambled back up to stand.

And then he saw it. It looked like a canine-like animal, with no fur or feathers to cover its skin. Its body was slim, the skin was medium-gray, it had two slits for a nose, thin, red eyes, large claws on all four of its boney paws, and a thin, dinosaur-like tail. Its spine was sticking up along the full length of its back and it stood only a couple of feet from him. The thing opened its mouth to growl, revealing sharp, saber-like fangs and teeth, which were dripping with saliva. The rain made its skin gleam. To Robin it looked like a small wingless dragon. A small wingless dragon that intended to kill!

"Slade what the hell is that?" Robin yelled over the thing's growl that made his hair stick up in the most disturbing way.

"It's a cross between the extinct Thylacine and a snake. It's more canine than reptile, but it doesn't have any fur," Slade explained. "The tail can be used to wrap around a part of your body and crush the life from it, like snakes can, and contains poisonous barbs. It has a long forked tongue, like a snake's, and it is a deep purple color. Its brain is the size of a baseball. It is fast and cunning like a fox. It also weighs two hundred pounds. If you're not careful, a single swipe of its paw could tear into your flesh and kill you. Same with its teeth, so you're going to have to be extra cautious." Slade paused. "Think you can handle it?"

Could he handle it? No fucking way!

"Yes I can!" Robin yelled, in hopes that saying the words to himself might make him believe in them too.

The beast looked ferocious and it was just his luck: it probably had Nephropathia epidemica—a viral hemorrhagic fever with renal syndrome caused by the Puumala virus—or something… Robin swallowed the nervousness down. He had fought against more than enough weirder-than-the-other monsters before, all after his hide, and yet here he was, intact and ready to keep it that way. Even Beast Boy could turn into plenty of nasty animals, yet he had no problems with that. So maybe Robin had no problem with defeating this thing too. It may be angry and ferocious, but that wouldn't stop him from bringing it down. Maybe this wasn't as bad as it looked and sounded.

"Bring it!"

Robin prepared himself. He kicked some of the hummocks out of the ground from under him so he wouldn't slip on them. Slade, on the other side of the glass, reached for a button. When pressed, it released a high pitched noise that made the beast howl; a dog whistle. The hybrid charged, growling and ready to tear him apart. Robin dug into his belt for any kind of weaponry the room might have provided him. He kind of expected a bo staff or maybe a whip to show the irony in "taming the beast", but he had no such luck. It wasn't any of those, but a gun. Better yet, two guns. That thing wasn't even an animal, so he was glad that he didn't feel much pity or compassion for it. It didn't look like anything that existed, but more like some sick creation made by the simulator. This simulator looked more and more like a game with obscure enemies that you could just shoot at a bundle of pixels rather than a manhunt he had gone through before.

Robin pulled out the guns from their holsters and aimed at the beast's chest, trying to at least slow it down and see how easily it could be harmed. He jumped back with his arms outstretched, aiming at it. He heard the bangs as the bullets soared through the air and saw green blood splatter from the thing's legs. It managed to evade the bullets' original target—the chest. What was worse that it didn't seem to mind getting hurt! It kept coming at him with anger that was only boosted by the petty shots. The hybrid landed its paws to Robin's chest, who didn't have time to evade the incoming attack. It knocked him to the ground, squeezing his chest. The hummocks smelled moist and earthy and the water seeped through the back of his clothes and the cold water was at least as unwelcome as the monster was. The hybrid growled and leaned over Robin's body. He could feel its rotten breath against his face as it lunged to bite his face off. Robin forced his body off the ground and then swung his arms with all his might to hit it in the head. The blow was strong enough to make them both swing sideways and the hybrid made a faint whine. Robin could feel its teeth against his arm as he had falsely aimed the hit to its muzzle. He was lucky it hadn't closed its jaws around his arm. The hybrid hit the ground, its head hitting a rock and causing a painful crack to echo through the air. Robin saw that its mouth was smeared with blood. His best guess was that it had hit its jaw against the rock, breaking or at least cracking some of its sharp teeth. Robin didn't have much time to dwell on it as it flipped onto its stomach. He scrambled to his knees and prepared his guns to fire full rounds at the hybrid's chest. He lifted the guns and fired, but the hybrid managed to get back on his paws and bolt away. It then growled at him angrily.

Standing up, Robin aimed the guns yet again. The hybrid started moving to the left, forcing him to circle along with it. He carefully watched as it decided on an attack. Robin was prepared this time. He still had Slade's lessons from that morning fresh in his mind and he planned to use them to his advantage. He feinted to the left, enticing the hybrid to evade to the right and charge again. It moved with fierce swiftness, making it almost impossible to see. When it pounced, Robin jumped out-of-the-way, rolling on the ground and causing the hummocks to fly. The hybrid landed where he had been and then quickly turned in his direction. Robin got back to his feet and fired at it with his gun a third time. The hybrid ducked down, the bullet almost grazing a vertebrate or two. Growling, it started to charge. Robin took a few hasty steps back as it zigzagged, trying to confuse him. He shot at what he hoped was a body part, but the bullets only landed in the mud. Robin was amazed at the swiftness of this strange creature. His self-confidence was fading as the monster wasn't showing any kind of giving up or showing signs of pain from the cuts and bullet holes in its legs and torso. Robin questioned his chances of winning this fight, but quickly shook his head. This was no time for thoughts like that. If he wanted to win, he'd have to fight for it. He wouldn't give up.

The hybrid charged head on at Robin. He replaced the guns back to their holsters as he bent his knees and steadied himself as best he could in the on-growing mud. The hybrid tried to ram its head into him, but he grabbed its broad shoulders and tried to stop it. He slid back thanks to the hummocks that didn't work as any kind of ground, but thanks to the mud underneath, he finally managed to stop its charge before he fell. The hybrid growled as it tried to push him over. Robin continued to push back, trying to make it stumble or slip, or at least manage to push it off his face.

With a feral yell, Robin jerked his body to the side, toppling the hybrid over. With a snarl, they both fell with a splash, causing the mud to splash around them. Robin let go of the dangerous thing and then scrambled away, feeling the rain and mud sliding off his body and suit. Growling low, the hybrid slowly got to its paws, slipping slightly on the wet and slippery ground. It turned to Robin and growled, baring its fangs. It flexed its paws and pressed them against the ground before it charged. When it was a foot and a half away, Robin pivoted so that he was behind it. He quickly jumped onto its back, trying to force it to the ground. Surprisingly, it managed to keep its balance despite the added heavy weight. The hybrid started to run around mindlessly, trying to force him off. Robin held tight and managed to hold on, even as it bucked its back. It was as if he was in a rodeo.

Suddenly, the hybrid ducked its head and lifted its back paws of the ground. Eyes widening, Robin felt his stomach flip as the hybrid flipped over. It forced him into the mud, crushing him between the ground and its back with its two hundred pounds. It then rolled off, getting back onto its paws. Robin slowly tried to pull himself up as his skin and clothes were covered in mud and water. He shakily got to his feet when the hybrid pounced, aiming to the right. With its claws, it hit Robin's side. He was too taken by the last blow to move away in time. It forced him to spin around and fall back to the ground. The hybrid landed with a splash near him, standing up proudly. Mud landed on Robin's face as he lay on the ground, winded. Blood dripped from the side of his stomach and he saw it mix with the mud and water. The rain hit his wounds and made them sting. Robin covered the hurt area with his hand as he slowly sat up, wiping the watery mud off his face with his equally muddy hand. The hybrid now faced him, growling low. Robin was nervous because the hybrid had yet to charge again. He was thankful for the moment where he could prepare for the incoming attack and catch his breath.

When the small ache in his head passed, Robin slowly got to his feet. It continued to rain heavily, making it hard to see as his hair lay over his eyes. He shook his head to get rid of some of the water and to get the hair off his face. He lowered his hand from his side and eyed the creature, trying to figure out what it would do next. When he blinked, the hybrid was suddenly gone. Robin's eyes widened in surprise. Where did it disappear to?

A heavy weight suddenly forced itself onto his back. Robin fell from the force of the blow, his face landing in the mud. A paw pushed his head further in as the hybrid jumped off. Quickly lifting his head, Robin gasped for air, almost swallowing a lot of mud. His eyes stung and felt clumped with mud and he got small scrapes all around his face as the small pebbles grated against his skin. He spit whatever liquid had gotten in his mouth out while he coughed and gasped. The hybrid didn't give him much time to recover as it turned and pounced. Robin was forced onto his back as he stood up on his knees. He lifted his arm, forcing it against the creature's open jaws that were dripping blood, trying to prevent it from biting down. It didn't do much though as it sunk its canines in his arm, making the blood flow from the wounds. The hybrid clawed and snarled at him as it tried to get closer to its foe, but Robin prevented it. He grabbed its lower jaw, forced the jaws apart, and winced when the fangs released their hold. He tried to keep its mouth open, but it was hard. Once he realized that it wouldn't open any wider, he tried to force his hand sideways in its mouth so he could make sure that it couldn't close it. With his free hand, Robin took hold of one of the long canines and twisted it. The tooth was already loose thanks to the blow it had endured when Robin had swung it against a rock. Once he heard a loud crack and the hybrid howled in pain, he realized that he had actually managed to tear the canine straight out. Blood splattered Robin's face from its gums, its fang dripping blood in his hand. He didn't hesitate as he acted on instinct. To try saving his life, he raised the fang in the air with the tip facing down and brought it down at the hybrid's face.

The hybrid screamed, or more like howled animalistically, as the fang protruded from its eye socket. Robin released his hold on it, seeing as he couldn't stand the sight. The creature stepped back, crying out in pain. Lifting its paw, it tried hitting the fang out, resulting in tearing the wound even more and Robin hearing it howl in pain. Blood dripped heavily from the side of its face and from its open mouth. Robin slowly got up in a crouch and stared at it, panting. Rain fell heavily down his face and entered his mouth. The hybrid stumbled and fell, crashing into the mud. The fang popped out of its socket, taking its eye out along with it. Robin felt sick to his stomach when he saw the damage he had caused. He saw the guts hanging along the side of the hybrid's head. The sight was so disgusting it almost made him want to vomit. The hybrid tried to get to its paws, growling and whimpering in pain. Closing its eyelids, it turned its solitary gaze at him. It pierced into Robin, making him freeze. He knew it wasn't real, but he still felt bad for it. He was an animal lover at heart after all. He almost wanted to take it out of its misery.

With shaky hands, Robin reached for one of his guns. With both hands, he held it in front of him, aiming it at the beast. He swallowed nervously as he tried to gather up as much strength as he could to mentally prepare himself for taking it out of its misery. As he started to pull the trigger, the creature jumped, resulting in Robin missing a shot. The thing was still alive and kicking, but barely. It lunged with what little strength it had left. But, as Robin would come to realize, the act was only a bluff. The beast hit him straight on, forcing him off his feet and straight into the air. To his surprise, he landed right on its back. Robin accidentally lost hold of his gun, which was now somewhere on the ground, hidden under a mattress of hummocks. The hybrid was jumping and growling and running in the forest as fast as it could, hitting its sides against the trees to get rid of the pest on its back. Robin had as firm of a hold on it as he could, but his hands kept slipping from the skin.

Robin had gotten tired of this game; tired of getting thrown around and getting thrashed against the ground and tired of getting torn and bitten. Also, the monster's foul play was getting on his nerves. This simulator was at its end in his opinion. He searched around for his other gun still in its holster. Even though he was almost thrown off the beast's back twice, he managed to take it out. Taking a firm hold of its almost torn ear, grabbing more of its skin than anything, Robin pushed the cold steel of the gunpoint against the base of its neck, aiming to blow its skull and brains out.

"Bye-bye doggy," he mumbled in annoyance. And then he shot it.

The hybrid made a faint whine as the front of its torso went slack. Robin gasped as its lifeless body violently collapsed to the ground. He was flung over its head to land face first, his face and chest getting scratched up as he skid forward. He felt a painful crack as his back was bent in a position it normally shouldn't be in. When he stopped, his legs fell, the rest of his body crashing loudly into the ground. After a few seconds, the room returned to normal. Robin started to feel faint, probably from blood loss. It wasn't until the room had stopped moving that the door to the control room opened and Slade ran inside. He gathered Robin up and took him out of the simulator.

Robin grit his teeth as the wound on his side stung. To be honest, everything and everywhere in his body stung. But the moment he was out of the room, his side healed, his head stopped pounding, and the taste of blood in his mouth dulled out. It was only the pain in his back that was left. For once, Robin wasn't more thankful of being carried bridal style in the hands of his enemy than he was now. Slade carried him like he was one of his vulnerable but valued possessions. Robin was just glad that he didn't have to walk himself. He laid lax in Slade's arms, not daring to bend his back because he was afraid it would snap. Though he may have been tired and hurting, he managed to snake his arms around his torso, burying his face into his chest as he awkwardly hugged him. He mumbled a weak thanks as he was taken back to the bedroom, to make sure all of his vertebra were in place. They didn't even reach the room before Robin was too tired to keep his eyes open. He could feel Slade's hands carefully traveling along his back, checking the bones one-by-one, pushing them in place if necessary. The touch was gentle yet hurried and it made chills travel along his spine. Robin would have wanted to be awake for this treatment, but he couldn't hold on long enough for Slade to get even half of his back done before he fainted into a tired and restless slumber.

When Robin came to, he felt tired. He wasn't tired in the sense of wanting to get back to sleep, but more in the way of "my muscles ache, can I rest?". His back was aching, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as it had been before. He groaned as he rolled onto his back to get Slade's attention. It didn't take him long to be at his side.

"Well good evening to you too. You went to sleep an hour ago," Slade explained, resting a hand on his forehead.

Robin doubted he had a fever, but if it made Slade feel at ease, then he could feel his temperature as much as he pleased.

"I'm okay," Robin mumbled while trying to push himself up to sit.

"That was quite an arch you did back there. You should consider being a tumbler," Slade said as Robin couldn't resist the urge to crack his back.

"Sorry, they had a hero position open, so I decided to recruit," he said.

Slade laughed with a restrained voice. "I'm glad you didn't. I don't tend to wander random circuses too often."

Slade quickly prepared for deep waters, but Robin didn't seem to catch the meaning as he continued the joke. "Well you should. Who knows what you'll find there."

Robin pushed himself backwards to lean on the wall so he could sit more comfortably.

"Who knows who I'll find, is what you mean?" Slade asked.

Robin made himself comfortable on the bed. "Nah, I bet you'd find whatever it is you are looking for without really looking for it."

Robin was starting to get drowsy again.

"I suppose," Slade mumbled before going to his work table to retrieve a glass. It didn't take long to fetch it and he was soon back by the side of the bed. To Robin, the glass was suspicious. It may have seemed like it was full of water, but it seemed to be rippling, as if someone had added invisible oil to the glass to mix it in. Slade filled the silence by telling Robin what he was looking at. "I had to give you some sedatives. Could you drink this before you fall asleep again? This may make you a little loose and lightheaded, but it will kill the side effects of the simulator in no time."

Slade handed the glass over to let him hold it. Robin didn't drink it yet, because he asked, "What side effects?"

Slade sat back. "It's a mixture of several factors really. One being the fear gas, another being the fact it alters your mind for the amount of time you are in the room, and how you mix reality with imagination. You have been using the room for four days straight. The more you use it, the more adapt your body gets. But right now, your body is hoarding the chemicals the room emits in itself. There are still faint remnants of gas in your body, which are trying to hold onto the fantasy you have created. In other words, your back is okay, you are completely rested and fine, but your mind wants to hold onto the feeling that you just fought a monster and are still recovering. This drink should stabilize the effects and remove the foul substances from your system."

Robin had solely been watching Slade's hands the whole time as they emphasized what he had been saying. "How long have I been like this then? How long has the stuff effected me?"

Slade sounded more gleeful that relieved as he said, "Since you left the simulator an hour ago. Don't worry, you haven't been acting strange from any of the chemicals in your blood stream. Now drink up." Slade took a hold of Robin's hand to guide the glass to his lips so he would drink it. He didn't put up any kind of fight and drank the whole glass. Once it was emptied to the last drop, Slade took it from him, taking it back to his desk on the other side of the room. He then returned to Robin. "Soon you'll notice that the pain is fading away, you'll feel less tired, and you'll feel better. Your kidneys have been working hard to extract the toxins. They may need some rest too. The antidote will kick in in less than half an hour and you should be fine in no time."

Robin didn't notice any immediate change other than the foul taste of the drink. He frowned. "Has this ever happened to you?"

He didn't even know there were such side effects to the simulator, nor that he would have to start drinking an antidote for it. How long did he have to drink it anyway?

"No, it hasn't happened to me before. My body doesn't gather toxins like yours do."

"How come?"

"Because its trained not to. You and I are the only ones who have used the simulator, so the antidote is a first time experience for anyone," Slade explained.

Robin nodded. He didn't feel like questioning his answer but he was still curious. "If I was the first, how did you get the antidote ready so fast?"

Slade was seemingly getting more relaxed about the situation and he even went to retrieve his work chair to set next to the bed, so he could sit on something with a backrest. "You remember that chip I injected you with? It monitors your blood levels. Once I noticed the unbalance piling up, I studied it, got some men working on it, and even myself when you were off on missions."

Robin was nodding at his explanation. That stupid dog tag was keeping track of everything. Even if he preferred to being healthy, he didn't want Slade knowing just about everything his body did. Robin sighed since he didn't want to cause a scene about it. He was too tired to start worrying.

"When do I have to drink this?"

Even if he didn't notice it himself, Slade heard a whine in his voice. "I guess that this will be enough for now. If there are changes in your condition, we'll continue with the antidote." Robin nodded once again, glad that he wouldn't have to become dependent on the stuff. The two sat in uncomfortable silence for a while before Slade broke it. "Do you want something to eat?"

Don't mind if he did. The pizza had been really good and filling, but Robin wanted something to nibble on. "Maybe an apple?"

Slade nodded and went to retrieve said fruit. Robin watched him leave the room. The moment the door closed behind him, he stood from the bed for a quick trip to the bathroom. As he relieved his bladder, he took a look of himself in the mirror. He was looking the way he should: hair back as it used to be, mask still on, skin the usual healthy color. It was confusing to see himself in the mirror, looking perfectly fine when he felt weak. But still, Slade was right. The antidote effects were fast enough and Robin could feel just how less tired he was. Actually, he was getting rather perky.

"Robin? Where did you go?"

Robin could hear Slade's voice from the other side of the door. Was he fast or had Robin lost himself while staring at his own reflection? He quickly shook his head three times before he zipped up and flushed before quickly washing his hands. Robin walked to the bedroom quickly after noticing Slade at the doorway.

"Yeah I'm here. I had to…you know?" he briefly explained as he went back to sit on the bed.

"I was getting worried that you had escaped on me," Slade mumbled before handing Robin the apple.

Robin was too petrified to move. Was his bladder more than urgent for the need to escape? So it seemed. Robin took an angry bite of the apple. He had three more days with Slade. He could stay put and then walk off once the deal was over. As he said this, he heard the small voice at the back of his mind, telling him that what he had just said was only an excuse to stay and enjoy Slade's company.

"Why would I escape?" Robin finally murmured.

Slade was taken aback. "Why haven't you, indeed," he mumbled back.

If only Robin could know the answer to that himself. With a shrug, he answered, "I guess it could be worse."

Slade understood what he meant. He understood that Robin was finally falling for it, and he was glad. It seemed that the week hadn't gone to waste after all. His plot was working. Slade uttered a laugh smugly before laying his hand over Robin's masked eyes. The frown on his face was full of confusion and wonder. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel and hear the ruffle of clothes and bedsheets as Slade leaned over him. Robin could see it with the eye of his mind. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall, and Slade was leaning over him with his knee resting on the edge. Then he felt something warm, slightly chapped, touch his forehead. Slade had kissed him on the forehead? What? Slade removed his mask? When?

Robin was about to pull back, but Slade had already retreated to where he had been sitting a while ago. The moment his hand was away from Robin's face, he saw Slade holding his mask inches from his chin. The look in his eye was positively daring.

"Am I making it worse yet?"

Robin was baffled at what had just happened, but he was more vexed at not being able to see under the man's mask than anything. He would never get a look at what was under it!

"Hardly," he finally mumbled, trying to lift himself up to sit up more properly. He didn't want to slump, he wanted to look broad.

"Good." Slade gently slid a finger along Robin's face and cheek. It wasn't the touch that got him all bothered, but the look in his eye. Slade was daring him and the imaginative ball was once again back in his court. "I'll fetch us something to drink."

As Slade left, Robin was already missing the touch the second the contact broke. He was also confused. He hadn't minded the kiss at all. To be completely honest, he had wanted it and he had liked it. The act was enough to leave Robin petrified on the spot. If he made a move now, it would mean that he was willingly giving himself up. He couldn't blame anyone else except for himself for anything that happened after this point if he were to toss the ball back into the game.

Robin wiped his forehead with his fist. The move wasn't to swipe off the fact that the kiss had happened, nor to get rid of whatever germs there were left behind, but more like to press it in and make him relive the moment. Damn Slade for making him weigh his options. He knew that he couldn't just decide between the way his body craved for it, but the way his mind screamed for it to be wrong. Slade knew he craved for more, but he also knew that if he was the one to decide how to proceed, there would be no escape. If Robin said yes now, he couldn't say it never happened or that he never wanted it. What was worse, trying to explain it to the others wouldn't be in his favor. His friends wouldn't accept his decision. They couldn't even blame Slade for using or tricking him, so he was on his own. And it was all his fault.

Damn that Slade…

SladinForever: Hiya! In case Kaz forgot, I wanted to let you know the creature in this chapter was something I came up with and I wrote a bit of the interesting fight between Robin and it. Kaz did the rest though and made great changes to what I had already started. I even learned about the disease mentioned thanks to her—had to look the information up. I learned something new :D Anyway, chapter 20 is gonna rock your socks, so stay tuned!
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