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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: *Reads the last chapter just to jog memory* Hell! She really did wonders to it! Referring to that recent comment: I have a beta. And she is really good too! I owe her a lot. Now, everyone will give a big group thank you to SladinForever! Thank you for saving my authoress ass! This chapter is written to her just to show how grateful I am!

Take Your Medicine, Chapter 2 (Edited by SladinForever)

Robin awoke with a small gasp. He had just had a nightmare where he was being chased towards the edge of a cliff. Once he was at the edge—more like the dead end—he turned his back to it. While backing up, he stumbled on some loose ground and fell. After falling for what seemed like eternity, he landed rock bottom on his back. He was panting furiously to get air to his lungs.

The dream had felt so real! He remembered the feeling of his blood freezing in his veins, the wind rustling against his clothes, and the pain in his back. He remembered the feeling of his lungs collapsing, the chills he had felt creeping back along his spine as he thought about it. Robin remembered it so well: the fading background and the black figure standing on the edge of the cliff when he fell.

'A black figure?' All of a sudden, Robin remembered the figure on the cliff. He couldn't really tell what it was but it surely was human. An unknown, black-shaped human who only watched him fall and not help. Robin shook his head to get rid of the thought. 'It was a dream! Only a dream!'

Robin pulled the covers over him for protection. Nothing was wrong, it had been a dream, and now he was safe and sound in his own room, in his own bed. He curled up in the fetal position, staying like that for a long time until he had fully relaxed and became calm. The chills remained because of the cold. He pulled the cover more tightly against himself. Darkness surrounded him. Robin took a deep breath.

'Odd, these don't smell like my covers,' Robin thought as the musky, foreign smell filled his nostrils.

In fact, now that he thought about it, his room had a window and there was always at least a little dim ray of light from the moon or sun, depending on the time of day. But this room didn't have windows. Robin cracked open the covers and looked around the place. He definitely wasn't in his room. This room was dark, pitch black, to be sure. The bed he was in was merely a mattress sitting just a foot off the floor. The room was small and was made out of metal walls. There wasn't much furniture from what Robin could see. There was a panel that jutted out of the wall, which he assumed was a table. Beside it was a metal box, which was screwed to the floor; most likely meant to be a chair. They were in the far corner from his bed. Or his mattress he should say. His actual bed was on a stand about half a meter from the floor, which was made out of concrete. Other than that, the room was pretty much empty.

Looking up, Robin saw a single light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. He couldn't see a switch anywhere. Not liking the fact that he didn't know where he was, Robin pulled the covers around himself tighter to give himself a small sense of security. With a silent sigh, he moved one leg off the bed. He quickly pulled it back up the second it touched the floor. The room was very, very cold.

Pulling himself together, Robin placed both feet to the cold floor. The air was also cold. The only thing he was wearing was foreign, black, slightly-too-big-for-him boxers and a massive black T-shirt. It was big enough to cover his ass and the boxers reached to his knees. Even with that much protective covering, the room still felt cold and distant. Robin quickly moved his hands up to his forehead to feel if his mask was still on his face. It was still over his eyes, much to his relief.

Standing in the middle of the room, Robin noticed that it was completely quiet. The only noise was coming from his feet while he switched from one leg to the other. Another thing he noticed was that the room smelled like…nothing. It wasn't even that big, he noted. Maybe two-by-two meters long. It wasn't that high either. He started to turn around in that small space, observing it for anything else he may have missed. It really was very empty.

'And where's the damn door?'

Robin suddenly developed Claustrophobia. He practically hopped around in place, looking for anything, anything that could be an exit. The darkness was the only thing to blame. Panicking, he jumped towards the nearest wall and started running and thumping his hands over the cold surface, desperately searching for any kind of switch, door handle, loose panel, trap door, or one sided mirror. He was now running around the room, slapping the walls and trying to find something that sounded at least slightly different. All he heard was the soft thump-thump-thump echoing loudly around the room from his hands and feet.

'This must be how a lab rat feels when stuck in a cage,' Robin thought bitterly. No new sounds came yet. He was starting to get frustrated. 'Out, out, out!' the temper-tantrum voice screamed in his mind. 'If I was able to get in, then I must be able to get out!' He was now halfway around the room when he heard a heavier and deeper sounding tong. While in his state of panic and rush, he didn't even notice it at first. Robin's brain took a moment to send him this information. 'There!'

Taking a few steps back—after regaining some of his breath—Robin took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He hadn't even realized that he had started to hyperventilate. For two minutes he tried to control his breathing. When he was sure he could continue, he lifted his arm and curled his hand into a tight fist. He started to knock on the wall, hearing for anything abnormal. The next several knocks sounded exactly the same and he was afraid that he had lost the spot again. After a few more, louder knocks, he heard it: a deep, echoing clang. With a big sigh of relief, Robin looked closer to examine the wall more carefully.

This part of the wall was a slight brown color and it smelled like rust. And it was a door. There wasn't a door knob or anything, but it was definitely a door. By the sound of it, Robin could tell that it was at least an inch thick, like a security door. With a loud sigh, he turned around and saw that the door was positioned right next to his bed. This was where he was then. He tried to calm down. When he tried to let out a reassuring sigh, Robin started to cough violently. It made his throat hurt and he felt like he would either run out of breath or vomit, which ever came first. He bent over slightly, covering his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other. Once the coughing fit finally eased down, he started to feel feverish and weak again. He soon regretted running around and panicking.

Holding his head with his left hand, Robin placed the other on the wall for support. He eased his way towards his bed, sliding his hand along the wall while dragging his feet. Halfway there, his pointer and middle finger slipped inside the wall. Once realizing it was a hole, he stopped immediately. Robin traced it several times and gathered that it was about ten to fifteen centimeters wide and about three or four centimeters long. It wasn't a big hole, maybe two centimeters deep. Now that he found it, he already started to wonder what it was for.

Robin tried to pull and move the hole a little, but nothing happened. He tried putting a little more force into it, but when nothing happened, he decided to look at it after another rest. While moving his hand away, he heard a slight hauling sound as a large panel moved away from the wall. Stopping, he looked back and noticed that he was actually standing in front of an open door that had slid open. It wasn't big, only about half a meter wide and only slightly taller than Robin. Where it led was a complete mystery. The room behind the door was, if possible, darker than the room where Robin was. Not to mention he couldn't see anything beyond.

Deciding to be bold, Robin stuck his hand into the room. As expected, nothing happened. He felt like hitting himself in the forehead for even considering something horrible would befall him just by sticking his hand through. Getting a more secure footing, he slid his hand along the surface of the walls within. They felt much smoother as though made of a different material. They too were cold. Maybe they were made out of tiles?

Robin decided to step into that foreign room. To his surprise and disbelief, there was no floor to step on. With a yelp, he fell in. It was a huge, scary fall. When his legs finally landed on a tiled surface, Robin twisted his ankle. Unable to put pressure on it, he fell flat on his face. Groaning, he reached up to grab a hold of something. His hands flailed around for anything. Hitting something hard, Robin pulled back slightly and then grabbed whatever it was he had hit, as though his life depended on it. Unfortunately, whatever it was he grabbed was rolling under his touch. He slipped and fell painfully onto his side.

Suddenly, freezing cold liquid started to pour on Robin from all directions. He started to panic again, crawling and scrambling backwards as fast as he could. His clothes were getting drenched and were soon sticking to his skin. Even the blanket clung to his body, slowing him down. He was even becoming queasy again. Robin tried to escape the room, thinking the liquid was some kind of acid. Rolling onto his back, he pushed himself up as quickly as possible and headed back the way he came. He slipped and fell forward when he tried to dash out. Robin's knees banged painfully into the threshold, which was ten centimeters high, and he scrambled in until he was in the middle of the room, breathing heavily against the floor. A deep, throaty chuckle echoed around the room suddenly and a dim light was switched on.

"Ever hear of a shower, Robin?"

Looking up from his lying position, Robin saw Slade standing a few feet away. His mouth was hanging wide open, like a fish on dry land.

'Shower?'

Robin couldn't say anything due to his distress. He was still too shocked to even move. Once his brain registered what had happened, he shook his head and then swallowed hard.

"Bastard," Robin managed under his breath. He tried to position himself to look a little more presentable and not so miserable.

"Now, now, little Robin, it isn't nice to say such harsh words to your savior," Slade said mockingly.

"You are no savior of mine," Robin snorted, words coming out groggily from his mouth. "Where am I and why am I here?"

As Robin got into an upright position, the covers around his shoulders fell to the floor with a heavy splat. A puddle had been forming beneath his feet, the covers dripping wet. The clothes Robin wore were completely wet and they stuck to him. He tried to wipe most of the water away without success. Slade watched Robin's miserable attempt to get his clothes dry with a smirk under his mask. The wet clothes gave quite a good view of his small, lithe body.

"You are at one of my hideouts. As for your location…well, that information will be enough for now."

Slade watched as Robin shivered from being cold. His bottom lip was turning slightly blue. He was stomping from one foot to the other and his arms were wrapped around him now. Robin didn't want to get into the bed, not wanting it to get wet too.

"Wh-Where are my clothes?" Robin managed to ask while his teeth chattered.

"I threw them away; they were dirty," Slade replied. "I already borrowed some new clothes for you, but you seem to have gotten them wet already." There was mocking amusement in the man's voice. Robin just glared at Slade, who glared right back. "Go turn off the water before it all goes to waste."

Slade turned on his heel and left, shutting the door behind him with a loud clang. Robin stood still on the spot, glaring at the door.

'Like it was really the door's fault,' he thought, ending his glare after a sneeze.

The chills went from his neck to down to his ankles. He decided to go turn the water off anyway despite everything that had happened so far. If it was up to Slade, he would probably punish him for wasting water. It really was up to him, Robin knew all too well. Turning around, he turned to the shower and stepped up to the threshold. He tried to look for the tap, but couldn't really see anything in the dark room, seeing as the dim light didn't reach—was just a small light above the door. With a loud and heavy sigh, Robin decided to go in and look for it. He was already wet so why not?

Being slow this time, Robin stepped down and found his footing. Stepping in, he ran his hands along the wall as he looked for the knob. It was on the right wall, not too far from the shower doors. He quickly turned the water off. Almost at the same time, Slade came back into his room. Some light came into the little shower too; probably light from what lay beyond the main door out of there. Robin could now see that there was also a toilet, a small sink, and a rather small mirror above it, in the same little shower. Other than that there was nothing else.

Taking wet steps, Robin stepped up out of the shower, watery footprints getting left behind. He saw a black and white bundle in Slade's right hand.

"Here is a change of clothes," he said, handing the bundle to Robin, who took it. "Try not to get these wet too." Unfurling the bundle, Robin saw that they were black boxers and a white T-shirt with a long collar. "I will provide you with new clothes if you happen to need some."

Almost exactly that second, Robin interrupted asking, "Why am I here and how long have I been here?"

Slade stared him in silence momentarily. "You have been out cold for a day. You would wake up suddenly and then drift back to sleep every few hours. You were in really bad shape when I picked you up from the forest where you fainted. You should be grateful that I picked you up at all. No doubt your corpse would have rotted there if I hadn't." Slade paused. He had sounded very cold towards Robin, who just stared at him. "Change before you get cold and sick again."

Robin glared at him. "Not when you are here," he said coldly. "Besides, I'll be taking my leave now."

Robin tried to pass him, but Slade grabbed both wrists in one large hand, grasping tight.

"No, you won't." Cringing, Robin tried to get away from his painful grip, but the villain kept him close. "Finders keepers, Robin," Slade whispered into his ear with a devilish grin, which Robin couldn't see because of the mask.

"I will escape," Robin said through the pain while he tried to pull his hands back with no success.

"I know you will, which is why I have made some simple rules for you to follow," Slade said with a dangerous voice.

"I have had enough of your idiotic rules!" Robin yelled, trying to push the man away with his other leg now. Slade, of course, was like an unmovable object.

"Wait until you hear them, my little bird," Slade said into his ear. He quickly forced Robin around, his arms wrenched behind his back. He then forced him to his knees so that he couldn't fight back. "First, you will do as I say and you will not attempt to escape. Second, you will do some small assignments that I will give to you later. Third, you will eat, train, and stay here with no arguments. Also, everything you'll need will be provided by me. More rules may be set, but these are the most important ones. Disobeying the rules will result in punishment." Slade leaned closer to Robin's ear to add in a whisper, "I'll give you a week. After that, you are free to go."

Robin stopped trying to pull his arms away. 'Free to go? Are you just playing around with me, Slade? Will you really just let me go after one week? Should I trust you on this? Do I really have a choice?'

"And who knows, maybe you'll change your mind and decide to stay," Slade added with a grin as he let him go. Robin fell forward, holding his body up with his hands. The villain turned around. "I will see you in the morning."

With that said, Slade left Robin to lie on the floor, mulling those words over and over in his head.
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