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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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Slade woke Robin early that morning. Robin wasn't tired per se, but it felt as if Slade had woken him up from a deep sleep and he still felt like he wasn't fully up yet. Robin dressed himself with his uniform and followed Slade to the kitchen.
At the breakfast table Robin didn't feel like talking too much in that specific morning, so he just sat on his stool, eyes half closed as sleep tried to force them shut. Robin greeted Slade with a grunt to the man's general direction as an acknowledgment.
Robin had had a really interesting dream that night. He had been calm, but slightly sad at the dream, but at the same time he felt like he was in such an ease that he just let himself linger.
In his dream Robin hat been sitting on top of the Titans tower. He had been watching the sunrise. The sun rose from behind the city which still laid in deep slumber. All the streetlights seemed to be red, a rare car drove on the the streets occasionally, and not even the earliest joggers were yet to go to run their morning route or take their dog out for a piss.
The moment was beautiful, and almost even surreal when usually the city was deserted and almost devoted of life.
The wind seemed to be nonexistent in that spectacular morning, but still Robin had the need to hug his other knee to his chest and lay his chin on it.
The city may be beautiful to watch, a true eye candy, but it didn't get Robin from his thoughts. His thoughts were still somewhere far away from the present.
Robin noticed, that the man in the mask had his thoughts even then. Robin missed Slade. He had finally returned to his friends, he was the happiest he had ever been, Or so he was supposed to be. Yet he kept missing Slade. But Robin didn't know what to do about it.
The sun slowly inched higher and higher in the sky, and Robin saw how the shadows escaped it's warm and bright rays.
Robin found himself wondering if he should return to Slade. He knew that he couldn't. Slade and him had nothing in common. Slade was an assassin, and not to mention, criminally insane. Robin was not, he was a hero. Robin didn't know what he wanted. He knew that if he was to return to Slade, he would most likely need to drop the hero act. Even in his dreams there was no place for childish hopes of Slade changing to be good. Slade would truly make Robin his apprentice, and Robin would have to forget protecting his city and start living as an assassin himself. And he knew that he couldn't do that. He had expectations, he had friends, he had a liability. He protected his city, and he couldn't let that go. Robin felt like every single person in that sun bathed city were his responsibility, his to take care of, his to protect. He had to stay and take care of them like they were his own. He couldn't leave them to fend for themselves.
Robin sunk deeper to his thoughts. He knew that being with Slade was what he secretly craved. The man made him feel different, he made the hair at the back of his neck rise up when he spoke to him and his skin tingle with eagerness and lust when he touched him. The man also brought challenge, yet the man brought him as an equal partner. But that was something he couldn't have.
They truly were too different. If Robin were to go with Slade, he'd have to adapt to Slade's way of things: Try to dominate the world, kill innocent people and rule with iron fist. He knew that he couldn't maintain his black and white, good conquers all, superhero life with the other man. Slade wouldn't allow him to.
Robin watched the lite red sky with a rare purple, almost grayish blue; clouds and Robin frowned. It was difficult to be him. What he wanted and what everyone else expected: were two different things, and he couldn't please everyone no matter what he decided. Yet, Robin couldn't abandon the thought of leaving. He was curious, and he was attracted to the man like a moth was attracted to light For once he wanted to be selfish and just get what he wanted, but he couldn't even allow himself that. Mostly because he was afraid of actually getting exactly that. He was afraid of what Slade would make him in to. He knew that being a hero would no longer be an option, and he wasn't ready to give that up. Only the thought was enough to make him trash all the thoughts he had of packing his things and going for it before he even got a look to his back pack neatly tucked away in the back of his closet.
"Robin?" Came a voice behind him, and without turning around Robin looked to his side, waiting for the person to walk to his line of vision. It was Raven, dressed in her usual black and blue attire with the hood pulled down.
"It's beautiful out here. Is that why you are up so early?" She asked, and sat beside him. She crossed her legs as she did for meditation and she looked at the calm red sky. Robin merely nodded as an answer, not feeling like saying anything.
"Are you okay, Robin?" Raven asked, and turned to face Robin. Robin turned to face her, not knowing what to say. Robin had already seen the best part of the sunrise, it would be only polite to face the person you were talking to.
"I guess I am." Robin nibbled his gloves with his fingers. Robin had to be a masochist to even consider leaving. He was happy here, he knew that things would be different at Slade's. The man would make him change, he would make him turn his world view upside down. Everything was so clear before he went to Slade for that one week, now, the only thing he had were half-assed opinions and a thorn mind.
"You don't look like you are." Raven commented, and Robin lay his gaze on the roof they were sitting on. He didn't have enough strength to look at Raven. Robin knew that what he had was lust for the man, and that he didn't truly want anything that came along it, not the missions, not the killing, and definitely NOT the rule over the world thing. Their so called relationship couldn't work. Light and dark couldn't co-exist in one space at the same time. Slade and Robin were like two sides of the same coin, so close, yet never at the same side.
Why couldn't he accept that?
"Do you want to talk about it?" Raven asked, and she really looked like she wanted to help. She may hide her emotions, but she wasn't heartless. Did Robin want to talk about it then? Not really, but he knew that he needed to. But how weird would it be to explain to your best friend that he wanted some one, but would never have the guts to act on it? If it were up to Robin, he would stay as a titan forever, hiding the thoughts of Slade deep withing a box only reserved for his most hidden and denied feelings and thoughts.
"I'm just thorn between two options Raven, I don't know if I can choose." Robin finally admitted, and he rubbed his left arm as if it were cold all of sudden. "And what may those options be?" Raven was obviously trying to pry Robin to open up a little, and so the other did: "To stay or leave? I want to spend some more time with someone I met before. I don't know if it's the right decision." He admitted. Robin didn't really know what he wanted to hear. He hoped that he could accept the answer none the less, because usually he was too stubborn to see what was right in front of him because he wanted to see it his way so badly that he denied anything else. But Raven's answer wasn't like that.
"Well I don't know. It's your life after all, do what make's you happy, it's you who is living it after all, and you only die once." But before Robin could even ask for further explanation or support the only thing he noticed was a shake on his arm, the one he had just rubbed, and the next thing he saw was Slade's bedroom and the man's mask not far from his face as the man woke him up for breakfast.
Robin didn't know what to think of the dream. But it was not to be ignored. Robin would be freed so to speak in two days. He had only today and tomorrow to spent with Slade and then he was free to go back home. It had never occurred to Robin, to think what would happen after this one week, but the dream forced him to face it. Would Robin miss Slade? Most likely: his touch, his presence, sure, he would miss that, but would he really be bold enough to act on it? Not likely.
That morning Robin was too preoccupied with his thoughts to comprehend words, but he didn't have to. That morning Slade and Robin coexisted in perfect symbiosis. Robin didn't even have to ask, just reach out his hand, and Slade would already be handing over the milk carton that previously would have been too far for him to reach. He didn't need to tell Slade what he needed, the man just knew. What was the most surprising was that the link went both ways. Robin had just poured coffee for himself, and he had automatically offered to pour some for Slade too. Robin knew that Slade drank his coffee black, and he also knew that the man always had a cup in the mornings. Robin noticed that before he could even ask if the man wanted any, Slade already held his cup for him as the man read the news section on the morning paper.
All this was quite unfamiliar to Robin, but it was rather fascinating.
They ate their breakfast in comfortable silence. Robin didn't mind the silence at all, but once Slade rouse up to stand and lead Robin to the mission room, it was time to break the spell.
"It's rather early in the morning, but the mission requires as little attention as possible." Slade set the monitor up to show up a location of a warehouse. Robin recognized it as the very same warehouse that belonged to Russell. Robin still thought of the man with distaste.
"You will get in with the pass card you stole, and in there you will copy their computer's data records, customer records, items shipped et-cetera, on a thumb drive, and you will make sure to move all the wooden crates in C hall's left corner to the loading platform. A truck drove by one of my bots will pick them up." Slade was handing Robin the pass card and one thumb drive. Robin accepted them both and pocketed them to his belt. "It's a simple mission. If all goes well no one even knows you are there, so you wont need much preparation." Slade opened the storage, and Robin took his bo staff just to be sure.
"In simple: Stun the guards, clean the exits, download all data on a thumb drive, and ship all crates to the front loading platform to be taken away by cars driven by my bots. You have one hour."
Robin nodded and took a stunner with him. "Simple enough, I'll be quick." Robin said and stroked Slade's hand while looking the man in the eye: "I'll see you in an hour." Robin then run away to be on his way. The time line was pretty meager.
Robin noticed that it truly was pretty early in the morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, and the ground was still glittering with morning dew. The warehouse hadn't been too far from their base, near the docks. Robin was only glad for that, one hour didn't really give you much time for your possible traveling between the base and the warehouse.
Robin made sure to circle the warehouse once before he took the guards out from every exit, making sure that they couldn't communicate with each other. This was something he had learned pretty well with Batman. Robin sneaked behind the guards, silent, hidden in shadows, before he hit the stunner at the neck of whoever it was who had the night shift that day.
Robin didn't have time to move the now stunned bodies, so he left them lay there. He knew that the duration would be longer than he needed, so he wouldn't have to worry about them getting up too early.
Once Robin made sure that he had all the guards laying around on the floor, all unconscious, Robin ran to insert the thumb drive to the computer and he copy pasted all the files to the thump drive, and Robin saw that he had 20 minutes before all the files would be transferred. That had to be mean many files then. Robin decided to use the time as productively as he could by starting to move the crates to the loading platform.
Robin noticed that there were rather many crates scattered around, but the platform wasn't far, and Robin saw that the cars were already waiting on the yard. The bots were waiting to start loading the trucks. Robin nodded as he was pleased, maybe this mission could be taken care of with haste. Then he'd have pretty much the whole day with Slade, and Robin was looking towards that.
Robin lifted the crate with a grunt and he carried it to the platform from where a bot took it to the car.
Robin carried the boxes, and he took a haste look at the time, he still had ten more minutes of the mission left, and he'd have to hurry. Robin lifted the last crate and he carried it over, and he was lowering it to the pile where the rest of the boxes waited to be shipped, something hit the crate. It looked like some kind of shuriken, except that it had a small round device on the middle, and it made peep like sounds. A bomb. Robin immediately dropped the box, not caring if there was something breakable inside as he tore the bomb off, not daring to destroy whatever it was inside those boxes as he threw the thing to the air. The bomb detonated before the projectile was too high and Robin was hit by the aftershock and he flew backwards for a couple of meters. The smoke created by the bomb seemed to be everywhere and Robin couched really hard to try and get his airways clear. His eyes watered thanks to all that smoke.
Robin couldn't see much, but he heard a rather nasty screech like metal being bent and soon a small explosion followed. He also heard bangs and clanks like something was hitting metal with who knows what, and as Robin tried to make his way towards the voice, his journey was interrupted as something hit him. Robin hadn't seen it early enough to evade, but now that he looked at what had hit him, he noticed that it was one of the Slade bots. The Robot was twisted and it was in rather bad condition as if something had taken it apart. The metal was dented and twisted, and small sparks were flying from the circuit as the wrong wires touched each other and the robot short circuited. Robin threw the bot off of him before it would overload.
Robin took two steps backwards. He was wary, and for a reason. Whatever it was there, had just taken out the bots without much effort spent in the task. It couldn't be the titans, since Robin couldn't recognize the bomb thrown at him.
"Who's there!?" Robin yelled, and only got silence as his answer. Robin spun on his stand, he couldn't see more than a feet in front of him thanks to the smoke. What a cheap trick to take out his sense of sight.
What a cheap trick to take advantage of it. Robin only saw the boot for a second before it kicked him straight on the face. Robin flew backwards until he hit the ground, and he had to rub his nose to confirm that it wasn't broken. Thank god it wasn't.
Robin lifted himself to his feet, and he closet his eyes. He knew that his vision was no good, he couldn't let the intruders win though. Robin heard steps from his side and he automatically swung, and he felt how his hand had managed to block a hit from the intruder. Robin didn't let the attacker have time to retreat his hand before he gripped it and forced it behind the intruder's back. Robin then twisted the person against the ground before Robin bashed the thing's head against the cement pavement.
Robin felt slightly sorry, but he had better things to do. He had to get the thumb drive before those guys knew about it. He couldn't let anyone know Slade was behind this.
Robin gave a fast kick to the attacker just for good measure before Robin ran to the computer. He was thankful to notice that the computer had finished loading the files on the thumb drive, so Robin took the thing off and pocketed it, and just as he was about to turn his head he saw another bomb that was now jutting from the computer's keyboard.
Robin jumped backwards just as it detonated and Robin was boosted away from the room. Robin hit his side against the wall, but he didn't let it hinder him as he already bolted to his feet. Robin ran back to the platform, and he was pleased to notice that the smoke had already dissipated, but he wasn't happy to see that all the bots had already been taken care of. The loot was untouched though.
"What do you want?" Robin yelled and tried to get sight of his attacker, but he was too slow. Whoever it was had already laid a punch on him from behind, and before he could face another one, someone had hit him in the air. As Robin tried to maneuver himself around in the air, ready to land, something hit him on the back, making him crash on the ground.
Robin looked up as a staff was hit on the ground mere inch from his face. As Robin looked up he saw three men. All dressed in white, hoods covering their faces, ready to fight him.
"What do you want?" Robin grunted as he kicked himself backwards to get some distance between them. Robin then retracted his bo staff.
"Slade." They all hissed simultaneously before they charged at Robin. One was hitting from the air, and the other two came from both sides. Robin acted fast as he used his staff like a spear to hit the one from the air before he threw it on the man running to the left, then Robin used his staff to hit the last man left, hitting him on his head, making him stumble and crash onto the floor.
"You won't get him." Robin growled as he stood on a ready stance, prepared to hit them again, making sure that they wouldn't rise again.
But then Robin felt a hand on his belt, and before he could turn around there was something pressed against his neck and it made Robin jolt. A stunner, it felt like a thunder shock as the volts traveled around his spine, made his muscles tense and ache as Robin fell on the ground. Even if the object barely touched him for the slightest moment, His muscles did no longer obey his commands as his body mistook the electric shock for the brain's signals, and Robin twitched on the ground.
"Oh we will get him. It was easy enough to know you'd be here since you stole the pass card yesterday. Slade on the other hand will be even easier to lure out of his hiding hole." The man said, and Robin now saw that instead of three, there were four men around him.
"Sorry Slade, I might turn out late." Robin thought and tried bite his teeth but his body didn't move.
Robin tried to will his body to move, to fight. He couldn't ball his fist, he couldn't get his body to stand, and he couldn't even make his mouth form words. He was completely immobile.
Robin felt the man's leg dig into his side. The boot pressed really uncomfortably on his ribs and Robin would have groaned if he could. The man made Robin roll around before he kicked the teen on the air and with another heavy roundhouse kick hauling Robin against the wall, and Robin felt how his brain was smacked against the back of his skull and how his world danced around him as he hit his head on the concrete wall.
The wall didn't get a scratch from Robin's assault, and Robin slid down into a pile of polystyrene backing boxes which softened his fall if only slightly.
This time Robin did groan. He finally got back some control of his body, and he got up. He still felt how some of his muscles ached and twitched every now and then, and how his head tilted to the right on it's own accord multiple times a minute, but he could still move. Robin was just thankful to move.
"What do you want?" Robin growled and faced the men. Robin knew that he was in no position to run back to Slade, his only option was to stay and fight.
"Didn't you ask that already?" One of the men taunted as the four men circled Robin, surrounding him.
"You know what I mean! What do you want out of Slade!?" Robin saw that his bo staff was too far for him to reach. He would need it to fight. Even his stunner was now possessed by one of the four men. Robin was trying to buy time by talking. The fight seemed rather outnumbered, but he didn't let that face him. He'd have to get his staff back.
"We want nothing of the man. The less the better, actually." The man talked of Slade with such distaste that Robin had the idea that the man wouldn't even touch Slade with a ten feet pole. That confused him. Usually when people wanted something of someone, it was revenge or information.
"We didn't plan you in this originally, but once we saw what your absence did to the Titans and the city, we noticed that it would only ease our task, so we all decided that just as Slade, you would need to go." Another man talked, and they were closing in a circle, leaving Robin even less room to work with.
"Explain!" The situation was getting rather tricky. Robin decided that he couldn't afford standing on his feet any longer, and he had to get away from the enclosing trap before the men could reach him. Robin ran straight to the man who had previously talked and he jumped to the air, and took momentum off the man's shoulder as he bolted himself backwards, jumping straight out of the circle with a somersault in the air, and he landed facing the men who were now all in a line, facing him.
Robin ran to get his staff then, he needed it to fight.
"Don't take this personally, you are nothing more than a mere decoy. We have seen how close you are to Slade, he will come to get you, and when he steps in to our trap, we will kill him. Once he is done with, it's your turn." They explained and ran towards Robin. Robin couldn't see their faces thanks to the hoods, but if he had, he would have seen the devoted look in their eyes.
Robin jolted then, ready to fight. He jumped up in the air, and he took one of the men with him. In the air he laid the bo staff on the man's throat and he forced the man to the ground as he himself took one step backwards, and he swung the staff to the other man who was coming at him. Robin realized that he had acted too early, before he saw the man, dawning on him that his staff didn't reach him. Robin had stopped the movement once the staff was by the man's face, and it was an inch from his nose. The man was too petrified to move, so Robin took the opportunity instead and he stabbed the staff on the man's face, causing the man to growl and grab his face in agony.
"Why do you want to kill us?" Robin demanded and started to swing the staff on his arm in circles, ready to make another blow. The third man, the one he had taken down first, was already standing back on his feet, and Robin felt nervous.
"For the same reason everyone else: We want power. We want to be on top of the food chain." They said, and two of them charged. They came from both sides of Robin, and when they were by him, Robin knelt and kicked in a swoop, intending to tackle them both, but they weren't stupid enough to fall in his trap. They both jumped in the air, and both landed their feet straight on Robin's face, and Robin was sure that his nose broke in the process. Robin groaned as he lay on the ground, but he couldn't let the men escape, he grasped both their ankles and with the strength and grace of an trapeze artist he swung himself from the ground to kick them both at the back of the skull, making them both fall on their noses as Robin lay on top of them, pressing their faces on the dirt with his feet. Robin couldn't lay still but he jumped back on the move, hoping that the strength he took to jump would crash the men's faces on the ground. No such luck.
"What kind of power would killing Slade offer you!?" Robin spat and he was furious. The man who was still grasping his bleeding nose was the one unlucky to face Robin as the kid rammed his staff to the man's stomach before he hit it to the man's head, hammering the other to the floor with his staff.
"Nothing on it's own. The big picture looks promising though." The floored man laughed as the two men from before took hold of both of Robin's hands and held him still as the third man approached. Robin tried to fight their grip but the hold was strong.
"Once we kill the bad guy all the lesser evil scum will try to reclaim the position he once held. It will cause an uproar. When all the good guys are too busy to fight the scum, we will sneak to the top without them noticing. No-one will suspect a thing. Once we are up there, there's no tearing us down, all tracks have been covered!" Robin felt the first blow on his cheek, and he was sure that one of his teeth was loose. He spat on the man's face.
"You immature little brat!" The man cursed and hit Robin on the chest, making Robin loose all the air in his body. Robin wheezed for breath as his stomach cramped, and he was only standing thanks to the assistance of the two holding him on his stance.
"We have already seen what your mere absence did, we can't wait to see what Slade's absence will do to boot. Once the others saw the flaw in the Titan's group, the lack of a leader, the voice of reason, the man with the plan, they have all been trying their luck. Now that the titans are at their weakest it's their moment to strike. One of them almost succeeded." The man hissed on Robin's ear, way too close to Robin's personal space. Robin may be out of breath, but he still had some fight in him, he bit on the man's ear the best he could, and the scream the man emitted was victory on itself. Robin didn't hold back either, he made sure to dig his teeth together and he swung his head like a dog, wanting to make it hurt as much as he could, and as the man tore himself from Robin, Robin felt the piece of meat in his mouth, pulsating, and bleeding. Robin spat it on the man's feet. He could still taste the blood and it made Robin sick. Almost made him gag and vomit. Human's stomach wasn't made to ingest blood, it was only natural to vomit it all out if any of it got to his stomach.
"I will kill you myself for this!" The man was in full rage, and for the first time Robin was afraid for himself. The man was so mad that Robin knew that he would be in for a world of pain for this.
"Once Slade is done with, I will cut you! I will crate you like cheese, piece by piece, starting from your ears. I will snap your fingers one by one, and I will make extra sure that I shatter your fucking knee caps, and I will feed your own toes to you while they are still intact now that your feet bend to serve the cause!" The man cussed and Robin felt the shiver run up his spine.
He had to escape, he couldn't stay around any longer, he had to do anything in his might to escape!
Robin fought against the restraints, but he couldn't get his hands free, he kicked as hard as he could, he kicked everywhere he reached. He kicked the men on the shin, he kicked their knees, and he even tried to kick their face since he could actually bend his leg to hit over his shoulder, but nothing helped. It was like they didn't even feel him there. Robin yelled in desperation, once he saw the third man come at him with a knife in his hand Robin panicked. He kicked his steal toed boot as hard as he could on the approaching man's face, and he heard a pleasing crack as the man's nose shattered and dug right in to the man's skull, and Robin jumped. He bounced from the man and he performed a backwards flip.
Robin was now standing on his feet behind the men who were holding him, and his hands hurt like hell. Both his arms bended on the shoulder in an angle that was inhuman and Robin felt tears of agony flow from his eyes as he had twisted them both from their sockets just in desperation to get away.
Robin bit on the throat of the man standing on the left and he heard the man yield in surprise and then scream in pain. At least the man let Robin's hand free. Robin felt the other man's hands on his throat and Robin immediately fell backwards, taking the man with him. Robin tucked his feet on the man's stomach and he threw him off, and now free from their clutches he started to run as fast as he could to escape.
They were all mad, he had to get away. Robin panted hard as he ran, he tried to desperately search for a place to hide, and he tucked himself behind crates.
Robin was in panic, he couldn't think straight. The mission was ruined, everyone would find out, the whole ground was covered in blood. The men would find him and kill him, he was sure of it.
Robin saw how his arms fell uselessly from his sides, and Robin swallowed. He would need to get his hands back on their place. Robin pended himself so that his hands dragged the floor, and he stepped on the palm of his right hand, and then he stood up. He jolted up as fast as he could and he felt the tug on his arm. Robin screamed in pain and agony when it didn't work. He did it again and he screamed and cried the whole time. The men would find him thanks to the noise he made, but he needed to get his arms on place. On the third time the right hand was on place, but it moved like a stiff iron bar. It hurt like hell to move, and Robin could already see the bruise on the shoulder, and Robin knew that it needed medical care. Robin bit on his teeth so hard that he heard them grind.
Now the left arm. Robin repeated the process, and to his displeasure he noted that it was way harder to get back in place than the right arm had been. Once it finally sunk back to it's socket Robin cried in pain so intense that he almost saw white spots at the back of his vision, but he couldn't let that face him. He needed to get going now.
Robin ran from behind the boxes, and the moment he was out of his safe haven a boot connected with his face.
"You are so fucking persistent!" The man growled and hit Robin on the ribcage so hard that Robin heard one of the ribs crack, hopefully it didn't break.
Ribs heal. Ribs grow back. Robin chanted in his mind.
"Stop resisting already!" The man growled and planted a fist on Robin's face, and Robin's lip split, and he could taste his own blood.
Robin spat the bloody saliva from his mouth on the man's face, and in his rage the man hit Robin against the fall behind them, and Robin groaned. This was not going as intended. Robin hoped that Slade was there with him, he would save him. No, he hoped the man was as far away as possible, he didn't want these men getting what they were after for, he didn't want Slade dead too.
Would Slade even be worried for him, would he come to search for him as the men had said? Small voice in his mind craved for the man and almost begged for him to come for his aid, but the voice of reason wished that the man wouldn't even consider coming.
The pain was digging into his bones, and Robin was almost blinded by it. He was already hyperventilating. It felt like he couldn't get enough breath, the fight drained him from all the air. He was so out of breath.
And then Robin felt the man hit his open palm on Robin's chest right over his lungs, and Robin saw the open spot he had just unconsciously revealed to the foe. Robin felt the air in his lungs press against him, and suddenly he felt heavy as if something was pressing hard against his brain. Robin saw black spots on his vision, and his knees gave way as he fainted.
Everyone knew that if you hyperventilate and then someone hits you on the chest you will faint. Why hadn't he controlled his breathing?
Robin couldn't feel the hands digging into his mutilated body and carry him away, and he certainly didn't feel worry at the back of his skull as his unconscious body hung uselessly on the shoulder of his captor.
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