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Bullets	By : AlabasterSin Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > AU/AR > Slash Views: 2888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Hate You With All My Heart.

Love and hatred are very closely related. Sometimes they are even one and the same. Both require that one mind cares deeply for another, enough to notice nearly every move the second makes.

Love requires the same obsession as another. You need to think about another to kill them just as much as you do to make love to them.

Sometimes the line between the two is so foggy, so grey, that one believes they are in love when they can't stand the other person. They can believe they hate a person but are truly in love.

Such is the tragedy, the fickle little dance our emotions play, the waltz most erratic in these awkward teen years when hormones run rampant.

However, this was not one of those times. The line was not pale grey, it was a bold black. Love was clearly separate from hate, and concerning Slade, Robin was quite sure that the scales tipped in Hatred's favour.

It was impossible to mistake the way his chest constricted, how his throat went dry and all he could do was hiss out one word in a poisonous growl.

That was hatred, wasn't it?

Still, despite the way he felt that white hot fury welling up every time he looked into that single foggy-grey eye, Robin couldn't will himself to pull out of the iron grip the elder held him in, even after the Boy Wonder's balance had been regained.

They stood like that for a good while, before Robin gathered his wits once more and broke out of the other man's hold like a caged bird set free.

There was a low sound then, and the Boy's lip curled in a snarl when he realized the deep noise was the elder laughing.

"Desperate, are we?"

"Says the man who holds a teenager hostage."

This comment, meant to wound pride only seemed to amuse Slade further.

"It's not desperation, but running blind through an unknown compound is. Did you panic in the dark?"

"Considering there's only about two lights in this place and it's YOU? Yeah, I think anyone sane would panic a little. I mean, what are you, a vampire?"

"No. Just a solar-challenged werewolf."

Robin stared, speechless for a moment. Well, first time a bad guy cracked a halfway decent joke, there. Joker didn't count, his jokes were always bad. Finally, he managed to find his voice.

"Insomniac, too. You're just an all-around winner, aren't you?"

"Says the boy who obsesses over said winner."

Robin snarled then, lashing out and slamming the other against the wall.

"I don't obsess over you. I loathe you. I want nothing more than for you to disappear."

"Well, you can join the club. I think meetings are every other Wednesday."

Slade pushed the smaller away then, turning his back and moving to disappear into the shadows once more.

Not caring to be left lost and alone, the younger male followed after the elder, into recesses unknown.

Down halls and past doors they went, Robin's eyes flicking left and right, trying to create a mental map for later reference. (He highly doubted the man walking before him would be kind enough to escort him back to his room.)

The Boy Wonder squinted his eyes as they were suddenly assaulted with light, the two having stepped into a cavernous room.

Shadows clung to the corners the incredibly bright spotlights couldn't touch, hiding any companions they may have had from the teen's view.

Once he regained a semblance of his vision back, he turned his attention to where they villain once stood. Finding the space empty, he felt his blood turn icy for the fraction of a moment it took for him to relocate the elder.

Slade stood at the far end of the room, back to the younger and arms folded behind his back.

The boy slowly approached, caution keeping him from attacking.

'Caution, of course.' The traitorous voice in his head mused. Robin told it to shut up. As he neared Slade, light stung his eyes again, making him squint before the light became an image he could recognize. Four different screens of four different blood streams, all tainted by little nano-machines.

"Ensuring your loyalty, my bird." Slade spoke, turning to face him. He held out one hand, a device in the palm, his fingers curled around a button.

"Why?" Robin bit out, hands curling into fists.

"Leverage, my dear boy. With your precious friends' lives in the balance, you'll do exactly as I say. If not, then." Slade made a gesture to the detonation device, unspoken words ringing loud in the Boy's ears.

'So are you going to play here? Defy him and risk their lives? STARFIRE'S life? Can you bear to lose her? Or is it you don't care? That you really lo-'

SHUT. UP.

Robin shook himself, eyes narrowing in a glare. He couldn't read the expression the elder held from behind the mask he wore, but he was certain he was amused.

"Second thoughts already, bird?"

"Shut up."

Slade chuckled, the device vanishing into a place Robin couldn't see nor had any hope of finding. He was Slade's puppet, his slave. He grimaced, refusing to let his mind call him Slade's apprentice. He would never become that psycho's apprentice.

Never.

Slade moved closer, faster than Robin could react, the younger finding his chin caught in an iron grip and his eyes forced to meet Slade's.

'Master', the voice in his head hissed. Robin struggled, whether it was against the man or that inner voice, he wasn't sure. But he found himself spun around, his back pressed to the other's sternum. His hands were pinned to his own chest by the larger's, their cheeks pressed together.

"No struggles, little apprentice. One wrong move, and your friends will fight their last battle."

Robin had no choice but to relax, ignoring the traitorous voice deep in his mind. He ignored the way Slade's body was pressed to his, ignored the way his body burned and how cold he felt when the madman pulled away.

"What do you want me to do, Slade?" His voice came out a growl, and he was only slightly taken back when Slade began to chuckle.

"For starters, call me 'Master'. As for the rest, I will let you know."

Slade approached again, taking hold of Robin's arm and leading the boy to a different area of the room. Robin half-listened to the mission briefing, eyes on the screens showing his best friends' blood streams.

He'd go along for now, and when the opportunity of freedom rose…

He'd take it.

Without a second thought.
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