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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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Robin's head twitched to the right sparsely even when he was unconscious. The twitching had lessened significantly, but some of it remained. It wasn't as obvious as it was before, but it was still there. It would wear off soon though. For now, Robin's body hung uselessly from a hook on the ceiling, and every muscle in his body ached. He was unconscious still, so he couldn't feel the pain. At times, ignorance truly was bliss.
Robin's body was in bad shape. He had bruises everywhere, and his face and body were doused with blood, even if the bleeding had already stopped. It was a miracle that he didn't have any broken bones except some fractures on his nose and ribs.
Robin hung like a corpse ready for slaughter from the rope that was tied to the ceiling, holding him high in the air.
The warehouse air was cold, and under Robin was the hard concrete floor. The warehouse was filled with old junk, giving it the simple appearance of a warehouse meant to store all the needless junk. But what gave it away was the row of computers at the end of the warehouse.
There were also several people walking around the warehouse, doing their thing, examining the monitors, and talking in hushed voice. They all were dressed in white hooded robes that covered their face. It seemed like a small cult of some sort, it was almost creepy.
The people were talking, or more like whispering, nodding and waving their hands in demonstration, and soon a person walked under Robin.
Robin's unconscious body had been hanging in the same spot for several hours, and the blood had already coagulated and started to mar his skin with a layer of stiff dried blood tainting his form. His legs hung uselessly in the air and Robin's arms were tense from being kept over his head for such a long time, and if conscious, the boy would have complained about the lack of blood circulating in his arms. But Robin wasn't conscious. He looked practically dead when his head was twisted almost unnaturally as it hung lifelessly behind him twitching sporadically, and not a single one in the room felt remorse for what they had done to him.
The person who had just walked to Robin watched as the captive's mutilated body hung lifelessly on the hook over him. Robin was too high for anyone to reach, but they didn't have to. The person walked over to a lever and started a machine which tugged on the rope that held Robin, causing the kid to twitch and swing faintly. Soon the small project which held Robin's rope started to move on the rail it was attached to, moving Robin from his previous spot to the middle of the room where everyone surrounded him, and once the machine made an abrupt stop, Robin's body swung rather dramatically from side to side, and it caused for Robin's head to be tossed from behind to front, where it laid against Robin's collarbone. Robin looked like a life sized rag doll.
The people were standing on a circle around Robin, until someone stepped forwards. He was presumably the leader of the pack.
The man held something that was similar to a remote in his hands, and the man ghosted his finger over a single button that was on the controller. The man scrutinized Robin's unconscious form hanging from his ceiling for a while before he did anything. The rope-like wire that was tied to Robin's wrists was almost cutting in to Robin's skin, and the rest of the rope was attached well to the roof.
The man finally pressed the button when it was time to wake up the sleeping bird. The railing was controlled with electricity; electricity which now was led through the rope that held the captive in place causing Robin's once still figure to twitch and convulse as the shocks hit him. It wasn't until Robin was fully conscious and screaming bloody murder when the man finally lifted his finger from the button that caused the course of electricity hit Robin.
"Nice of you to join us." The man said. Even if he was looking up, Robin couldn't see anything else of the man except the man's chin and lips that fielded a smile filled with mirth. Everything else was covered by the man's hood.
"Fuck you." Robin growled, but his voice broke by the middle, and the fatigue in his voice didn't make his threat sound convincing. The fact that the sudden awakening and electrocution only made his breath erratic didn't help any either.
"Tut-tut, that's no way to speak to your captor, you might get punished." The man sneered and pressed the button for a second. Even if it was only for one second, it was already too long for Robin's tastes, and it made the kid tense like a pole for a second before he could relax again. The hit wasn't as bad as the stunner had been, but it wasn't pleasant anyway. At least the twitching of his head had died down. "You should learn your place." The man growled, and his threat, even if it was way more convincing than Robin's had been, held near to no authority to Robin.
Robin felt more than one emotion when he got woken up. Pain was one of them, his hands hurt, the rope cutting into his skin; but the aching in his arms was the worst. He just wanted to lay them down and let the blood rush back to his fingers which he no longer could feel. He knew that doing so would tingle and hurt, but it was better than losing the limbs all together. There was, or course, the general ache and hurt all over his body, especially his shoulders, but he faked rather well that he was in no pain. He wouldn't show weakness to these bastards.
He also felt anger. Almost rage. He was angered for being taken as a hostage, he was angered that they had actually succeeded in doing so rather easily, and he was absolutely fuming towards them since he knew exactly why he was here for. He was just a decoy to lure Slade out of his base.
Robin hoped that he wasn't tied so well so he could help himself down and tear the men to pieces himself before Slade got here.
Another distant feeling was worry. Worry for what they would do to Slade if he arrived, worry for what the man would do to him once and if Slade managed to save him.
Robin wouldn't want to admit it, but there was also a mite of fear hidden behind all the other emotions; not fear for his own security, but for the fact that Slade might not come at all. After all, the fact that Robin and Slade had gotten rather comfortable with each other didn't mean that the man actually cared for him enough to come and save his hide.
"What do you want from me?" Robin growled. He knew that there had to be a reason for waking him up. They could have just lured Slade, killed the man, and then silently killed Robin as well, but since they woke him up, there had to be something they wanted of him. Probably something as trivial as some sadistic pleasure of torturing him, or more likely, information.
"Does there have to be a reason?" The man pressed the button again, making Robin almost bite his own tongue off, but thankfully he had known to expect the shock to come and was smart enough to make sure his tongue wasn't between his teeth then. He was now rather sure that it was only some sick pleasure they wanted out of torturing him, or they just wanted him awake to keep them occupied.
"I wonder how long it will take for Slade to come and get you. I bet he's already on his way." The man gloated, and Robin felt like spitting at him. Just to spite him.
"What makes you think he is coming at all?" Robin growled, hate clear in his face.
"Why wouldn't he? We have seen you with him. We have seen you going in and out his base. You have been with the man almost for a week now, only leaving for an hour or two to get something for him, and then you return to him. We know Slade. The man doesn't let anyone in his base, there are only so many people he gets along with, and it seems that you are one of them. I bet that the man is too reluctant to let you go." The captor mused and Robin saw how his finger rested on the button without actually pressing it. Robin decided to ignore it, they'd shock him if so be, there was no need to fear it. It was clear that they didn't want to kill him before they were done with Slade first.
"What makes you think we get along? The man hates me, we are sworn enemies! Nemesis' even." Robin growled. He knew that the men had to have known this already, he was Robin after all. There wasn't a soul in Jump City who hadn't heard of him, especially as ex-protégé of the Dark Knight and Robin was sure that they knew exactly which relationship he had with the mercenary.
"Even better. Slade is known for his need to have revenge, and also his possessive urges. I bet he wouldn't let anyone else off you than himself." The man teased, and shocked Robin just for good measure.
"Lucky me." Robin sputtered over the foam in his mouth. He was salivating rather badly at this point, and he was only lucky that he hadn't done any other even more embarrassing bodily functions when the sick sadists enjoyed watching him twitch under the course of electricity.
"I think that we should hurry the man even more." The captor mused, and he scratched his chin. The man didn't have a beard or anything, thus it was a rather comical move. Robin didn't even dare to say anything just then, not wanting to give the man any ideas.
"I know, let's make you call for him." The man finally concluded, and he looked like he had just come up with a master plan.
"I would never!" Robin growled and tried to fight against his restraints with minimal success. The rope was expertly knotted and Robin couldn't loosen it by any means. These guys must have known how to expertly restrain someone, usually the enemies made poor knots and their attempts to keep someone captive were average at best. Seriously, in most of the situations where escape was necessary, the simplest solution was to wiggle free from the restraints, it worked in most cases. Not with these guys though, it seemed.
"Oh we don't want you to actually say anything coherent, just wailing will do." The man grinned and pressed the button, making Robin yelp, but he didn't give them the pleasure of hearing him shriek.
"I will repeat this as many times as needed, each time lasting longer than the other." The man pressed the button once again, and Robin screamed silently. The voice was stuck on his throat, which he was secretly glad of.
"Come on, scream. Let me hear you sing, birdie." The shock lasted longer than the others, and Robin almost twisted himself in to a knot when he convulsed wildly. The electricity made his muscles jam and Robin actually bit on his cheek then, unconsciously tearing a small piece off. Robin squirmed and whimpered. When the shock finally wore off, he was panting and he felt a trail of blood and saliva run down his chin and drip down his uniform's chest on to the floor, making almost decorative little splatters on the concrete. Robin was suddenly glad that his hands were tied or he might have unconsciously swung them around, or worse, hurt or scratched himself.
"I know that you have the sweetest voice, let us hear it." Robin spit at the man this time, hoping to make the man stop cooing at him. He wanted the man would just drop dead. He was aiming for the spit would hit him straight on the face. All those things he wanted, but none were granted. He barely had strength to sputter all that saliva from his mouth, almost spilling it on himself, only managing to land the damn climb on the man's feet. He would only need a sec to get his wits together and try again, and then he'd strike.
The man saw his pathetic act of resistance as simple manifest of disrespect. "I'll show you disrespect." The man growled intimidatingly, and pressed the button so fast that Robin only twitched slightly with a groan of discomfort, but before Robin even got to finish his groan the man pressed the button down again, making Robin's groan increase volume and form in to a full out cry. He hadn't meant for it, but he couldn't control it. As the electricity coursed through him Robin felt how his stomach lurched and how his muscles felt like someone was twisting and pulling at them, and Robin screamed. Robin yelled, screamed, and out rightly shrieked. Once the electricity was finally reverted once again, Robin was moaning weakly, feeling faint and tired. He felt like vomiting. His muscles twitched every now and then with the aftershock as the tremors still coursed through his body. The ghost pain still lingered after every shock, and Robin's eyes teared up. He hurt badly, but he refused to plead for the man to stop or any other action of relinquish.
"That's more like it, now was it so hard?" The man seemed to praise Robin for obedience, which only made Robin stare at the man with the best death glare he could hold up. "Practice makes perfect as they say, so let's try again." The man seemed to get too much pleasure out of this. It was sick.
When the next shock hit him, Robin did wail. The pain was pure agony. The worst part of it was that it wasn't a direct pain, such as in an arm or any place he could pinpoint; he couldn't fight back. No matter how much he struggled or tried to kick it away it was still there. Nothing he did could possibly lessen the pain, and there was no way out of it. The pain was everywhere, traveling down his arms, to his chest, then to his head, stomach and soon separating ways to his feet until it hit the very end of his toes.
Robin bit his teeth really hard in hopes of drowning his voice, and he almost succeeded.
Once the tremors died down, Robin was panting hard. His body was still twitching slightly, and Robin had to spit out all the excess saliva out of his mouth before he drowned himself in it. Every part of Robin hurt. He was getting really tired of this shock therapy of his, and he knew that it showed. He no more had much strength to do anything else but pant and hung where he was lifelessly until he was forced to twitch and jolt and scream again.
"You are starting to understand the main idea of this, but I see no Slade yet. I guess we'll just have to aide you." The man smiled with the most sadistic smile filled with more glee than one could ever muster, and his grin seemed to reach from ear to ear. If there was something Robin wanted to do, it was to swipe off that smirk from the man's face once and for all.
"Get the water." The man growled menacingly, and Robin stared eyes wide with horror as two of the men excluded themselves from the circle and went to get the already filled bucket from near the wall in front of Robin.
No, they wouldn't, it was painful enough as it was! Robin stared in fright as the men carried the huge and heavy looking bucket, one could call it a vat, in their arms, and it was clear that the men had some trouble moving it around. Judging from the men's rather muscular body, the vat truly was as full of water as it looked like. The men carried the vat from each side, and it was clear that they didn't want an inch of Robin's body not covered by the liquid.
"Don't." Robin whispered. He hadn't yet decided if he wanted the men to hear him, but the moment when the words came out of his mouth just merely loud enough for him himself to hear, he decided that he didn't want to share his fright. He would not surrender.
The bucket was lifted in the air with the help of a forklift that already resided in the warehouse, and Robin stared at the two men who were holding at the sides of the vat. Once they finally were on his level, they lifted the bucket up, and Robin saw them waver for only so slightly before they threw the shockingly cold water on Robin, making Robin shiver uncontrollably. Robin sputtered and spit the water off his mouth and he blinked his eyes to get it off.
The water flattened Robin's hair against his skull, washed some of the blood off from his skin, and soaked his uniform so that it clung to his body like a second skin. The water was everywhere, and Robin tried to shake it off with no success. He looked like a wet dog.
The men didn't even mind the water that now flooded the floor. Robin with his electricity was hanging from the ceiling, far away from them and they knew that they couldn't get the shock themselves.
And when the man pressed the button again, Robin shrieked. The electric shock seemed to be tenfold and Robin was sure that if he hadn't been tied in air he would have trashed himself against every solid object there were and he'd have split his skull already. A thought that was almost welcome if it meant that he no longer had to feel the electrocution. Compared to the bloodcurdling scream he now wailed out with the utmost despair placed all the previous whines to shame. All the previous screams sounded like a faint whimper of a child holding back a cry after he scraped his knee. This scream was loud enough to cause the blood hammer in Robin's ears, and he felt how the lack of air caused his chest to hurt and he felt it all the way in his head as the migraine welcomed itself. Robin screamed for so long until there was no more air left to use in screaming, and outside the building the crows flew in the air in fright from the trees they had comfortably rested in only mere moments ago.
The pain seemed to go on and on, and Robin couldn't quiet down his screams even slightly, for god knows how long. He only managed to breath for a moment which the captors granted him by turning off the electrocution for only the mentioned purpose. The moment he got his lungs full of air again the pain started anew.
He didn't know how long he kept screaming, but he knew that it ended the moment when the main doors were crashed open. Robin barely managed to turn his head to look as the doors were dramatically swung open with such a force that they hit the walls with a loud bang. At the doorway stood Slade.
"He came." was Robin's first words he managed to hiss with his raw and sore throat that he had acquired from all the wailing. Robin hadn't had much time to think if the man would come or not, but now he had never been more glad to see the mercenary.
Slade had come personally. Or at least it seemed so. There was no guarantee if the man was a robot, once again sent to deliver a message, but Robin highly doubted it. He knew that the other men in the room couldn't tell it, but Robin saw the emotion in Slade. The man was not pleased. Robin saw it in the way Slade's shoulders moved as he walked. The man looked menacing, strong, and masculine. It was clear from the way Slade held himself; the man was trying to intimidate the men with his pure presence alone, letting them know exactly who the superior in the room was.
Slade's eye seemed darker than it ever had, filled with something that Robin couldn't name with any other word than blood thirst. Slade had come for him. Robin was relieved.
Slade walked in the middle of the room, positioning himself in front of the men who were all now facing him, leaving only a meter or two between them.
"Explain." He demanded, and the moment Slade had come to his halt, the doors all slammed shut and automatically locked up, trapping everyone inside the warehouse within it.
"You have just stepped within a trap." The man who had been responsible for Robin's current condition spoke up. Slade wasn't intimidated the least. If judged by the man's posture, Slade seemed like he was rather homey to be exact. Slade had his hands behind his back and he stood tall with his back straight.
"You think so?" He finally asked, and Robin saw that Slade had sneaked a look at him. Slade probably was examining his condition. Robin couldn't face the man then. He didn't know if it was because he didn't want the man to see him like this or for the fact that he had let himself be captured in the first place, ending up in this situation and thus being a burden. Robin fixed his death glare on the men instead, not willing to show weakness, not now when Slade actually did come for him.
"Do you like what you see?" A man asked from within the circle as he noticed Slade's stare. "Your bird sings most beautifully." The same person taunted, and someone had to have pressed the button once again, since Robin was once again twitching and screaming, making himself jump and wail on the robe like a fish just pulled from the water. Robin felt so ashamed for showing such weakness in front of Slade, but he couldn't keep himself shut.
When the pain came to a abrupt stop Robin was panting again, his heart was beating erratic and fast, and he felt the tight squeeze on his lungs thanks to the screaming, but once he got his eyes forced to open he saw that Slade had moved. Slade now held the controller in his hand, reached high so no-one could reach it. It almost looked like the man was holding it up from a child who tried to jump up to get it, if it wasn't for the other hand that held the man responsible of the remote from the throat, and the man's toes barely reached the ground from the height. It was almost satisfying to see the man struggle in Slade's hold. He couldn't breathe thanks to the hold and his hands were around Slade's arm, trying to tear it off his throat, and his legs were kicking the ground, only touching the ground faintly, but not getting enough friction to actually do anything about it. So close, yet so far, it must have been frustrating, agonizing even, to be in the man's position.
The other men stood petrified on their spot for the slightest moment it took for them to take in the sight before them after they all lunged at Slade, trying to save their friend from the man's hold. Slade threw the controller away, forgotten for the moment, as at least a dozen men charged at him.
Robin hung useless on his place as he watched the fight unfold in front of him. Slade seemed like a bear woken up in the middle of the winter from his hibernation. He didn't stand long on his place before he already was charging yet another blow or punch at the next in line of his wrath. The only thing Robin could do to help the man in his fight was to keep an eye out for him and try to direct him. From his position he saw everything that happened under him, but no-one heard his advices as everyone ignored him in the middle of the fight. Not that he could blame them, his voice was all but sore and almost completely used, and the small words he managed to say sounded rough and pained. It was as if someone was cutting his sentences short and his voice broke more often than necessary as his voice betrayed him.
"You will die here Slade." One of the men announced as someone jumped on Slade's back and hit him with a stunner. It was as if the man wasn't affected at all, only angered further. Slade threw the man off his back, throwing him at someone else.
"Once we are done with you, that pretty kid of yours shall follow." The man taunted, and some even laughed, all egging Slade on.
"After we're through with you, we will take care of the rest of the villains, and when the heroes are too busy, we'll sneak past them." The man revealed to Slade, and this time it was Slade's turn to laugh.
"What makes you think that you can get us down? Even the heroes couldn't, what makes you think you can? You can't even get Batman on his knees; you're just a small bunch of people with fame rushed in their heads so bad that it's messed with your sense of reason." Slade took a gun and shot at the man in question right through the skull. Silence was ruling the space, and everyone was in shock. The bullet had seared through the man's forehead and the man's lifeless body sunk on the ground, unmoving and still.
"Welcome to reality. You are not in the little leagues anymore; this is not a game, but real life. You wanted me here, you got me. I hope you know what you were after, because you have certainly got it." The others attacked, and it was clear that they did not plan on anyone else dying today. They actually held a rather good opponent to Slade, and he was outnumbered. But the mercenary certainly wasn't overpowered.
After that Robin couldn't see what went on below him as someone had thrown a smoke bomb, and the whole warehouse was filled with smoke. Robin tried to see what was going on, and for the moment it seemed like everything was still. The smoke swallowed everyone within, and no movement was in sight. But then the sounds filled in. Robin could hear sounds like metal hitting metal, and something hard colliding with flesh, with an occasional cry or grunt of pain. Robin could hear that most of them were from the captors, but some of them were from Slade too. If there ever was a moment when Robin wished to be able to see, it was now. Robin wanted to help, he wanted to see.
Soon a person emerged from the smoke, and Robin saw him running towards something lying on the ground, and Robin recognized it as the remote used to control the electricity.
Robin took the moment to warn Slade about it, but he merely got out the man's name before he was once again being electrocuted, but the pain ended with a hard impact to his backbone, bum and back as Robin realized that Slade had somehow managed to cut the rope that held him up the air, and that the boy had just fallen down on the concrete.
Robin bit his teeth as he forced himself to stand up. He felt how the blood rushed in to his numb arms and the feeling was the most unpleasant. He ignored it though, because he had to get rid of the rope holding his hands together.
"You are not escaping from here!" The previous man yelled and was about to slash Robin with a knife, but Robin jumped back and let the man cut the ropes for him. Robin massaged his wrists as he said, "Thanks for that."
The man was not pleased with that, and aimed another attack. Robin noticed that the blood still hadn't fully recovered in his hands, and that they were rather groggy at most. Robin's hands were like dead weight on him, and they felt so heavy to move that Robin decided to just ignore them for the moment and try to make do with what he got.
"Robin!" Slade yelled and threw a gun at him, but Robin couldn't catch it. His arms couldn't move fast enough to catch it, and his coordination had been off, and sooner than he had noticed both he and one of his captors were both running at the weapon. They both made a mad dash for it, and Robin knew that he couldn't get a good enough grip of it as of yet, so he kicked it even further. The man was now stumbling on the floor, but Robin was already after the gun, and he managed to fumble the thing in his arms. Robin tried to lift his arm to aim, but noticed that he still didn't have the strength to do it, and his hesitation had cost him a punch as a boot collided with his head and Robin fell to the floor.
"You will die here." The man growled as he walked over Robin, and Robin saw that the man was preparing to hit him with the knife, preparing to sink the blade in time after time until Robin was filled with punctures. And just as the man was about to hit a loud bang was heard. The blood was dripping on Robin from the man that stood over him before he fell on top of Robin. Robin had managed to maneuver the gun on upright position and he had fired it at the last possible moment, and the bullet had teared straight through the man's chest.
Robin was horrified as the man was still alive, breathing ragged and witching. Robin had only hit the man on his lung, and if nothing, the man's death would only be slow and painful.
"You son of a bitch." The man panted between wheezes before he bit on Robin's collarbone in last defense, and Robin yelped before he managed to roll them over so that Robin was on top and the man was on the bottom, and the other tried to reach his hands to throttle Robin. The enemy couldn't get a grasp though as Robin had managed to get his gun on the man's chin and fire. With a last bang and splatters of blood on the floor the man stopped moving for good, and Robin felt a sting of tears at the edges of his vision. He had just killed a person. A real person.
It was self defense. Robin tried to assure, and a small part of Robin agreed with him. A small voice in his head tried to comfort him by telling him that it had not been any different from those numerous opponents in the simulator, and that exact thing scared him the most. Killing the man hadn't been nearly as bad as he had anticipated it to be.
Robin was torn from his thoughts with a loud groan as another person was thrown at him, this time the person was already dead. Slade had taken care of him. It seemed that they were on the winning side of the fight, and that there only were a couple of people left to oppose them. The smoke was already fanning out around them. Robin lifted himself up once again and he ran to Slade, preparing to fight side by side with the man. "Are you okay?" Slade asked, sounding nonchalant but Robin knew that the man was asking it because he was worried. "My hands are a little numb but I'm fine." Robin said, belittling his wounds. Slade only sneered at him not believing him for a moment, but not bothering to argue about it. Robin was good enough to stand, and apparently good enough to fight, and that would have to do for now.
"Slade look out!" Robin exclaimed and ran behind Slade, and as Slade himself turned around he saw that Robin was protecting him, standing before him when someone charged at them with a steel pipe raised for a blow, and before Slade could stop it, the pipe connected with Robin's shoulder with a loud thud and Robin fell on the floor by its force. Slade was enraged as he tore the pipe off the attacker's arms and hit the person on the neck with it, making sure to shatter the backbone for good and paralyze the poor soul.
"Robin?" Slade was by the other's side and Robin was holding his shoulder and hissing in pain. "Don't worry about me, just go." He hissed and fell on the ground, momentarily blinded by the pain to not be able to lift himself up. Slade turned to face the remaining people, and they took a step backwards, preparing to protect themselves from the other's hidden rage.
Robin didn't even look up from the dirt to see what Slade did to the men. He was slowly edging on and off of conscious and everything hurt. For a moment he just wished to lay there in a small bundle and fought to stay conscious. He wanted to stay up and fight, but at the moment he was glad to know that Slade was there to take care of it. Slade would take care of everything.
"Robin, are you still conscious?" Slade picked Robin up then, and Robin had no idea of how long he had been just laying uselessly on the floor. He noticed that they were the only ones left, and the warehouse was left in such bad shape after their fight. Many machines and crates were destroyed, and several objects lay shattered on the floor, but Robin was too tired to mind the foul state of the building. There were people lying on the floor, and Robin couldn't tell if they were unconscious or not. He knew that police would pick them up later.
Robin mumbled something to Slade to announce that he was still conscious and then he buried his head on Slade's shoulder as the man carried him away from the warehouse. Robin didn't keep track of any of their surroundings and he merely even noticed that Slade had already taken them to the base and now laid Robin on the bed.
"How did you find me?" Robin mumbled, and relaxed on the soft bed. Robin knew that he was in rather bad shape, completely wet and marred with blood. He would ruin the sheets for sure.
"The chip, remember?" Slade said as he rubbed the skin on Robin's neck, and Robin knew exactly what the other meant. "You and your damn dog tag." Robin growled with no real malice in the words. He was glad that Slade had found him.
Robin then dug his hand to one of the many pockets in his belt. His hand felt foreign to move, it was heavy and the movement hurt. Not heeding the pain Robin took the item from his pocket and he held it out for Slade to take. "Here."
"What is it?" Slade took the item from Robin's fist and Robin let his hand rest on the bed. "It's the thumb drive I was to fill for you. I'm sorry I let the crates get damaged." Robin mumbled and his voice did sound sorry. Slade only hemmed at this. Slade laid the thumb drive on the night table as he said: "I don't need it." Robin stared at the man in confusion, he didn't quite understand, why was he asked to retrieve it if the man didn't need it? "All those missions I sent you on were to prepare me against those men who captured you today. I don't think that they will be a problem anymore." The man clarified and Robin seemed to be satisfied with the answer.
Slade brushed Robin's hair out of the boy's eyes before he excused himself for a moment. Slade hadn't left the room for longer than couple of minutes, but Robin felt the man's absence.
"Drink this." Slade asked once he returned back to the room, and offered Robin a glass filled with some weird foreign liquid that looked vile in Robin's eyes. It smelled like mud, and looked like acid. "Why?" he had to question, but he drank it anyways. He knew that Slade wouldn't make him drink anything that would harm him any further.
"Shush, just go to sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, you should be fine. All those wounds will be healed, and you will feel rested. Now sleep." Slade pulled the covers over Robin as the other laid the empty glass on the night table.
There must have been something to make Robin tired mixed in the drink because Robin felt sleepy already. It was harder and harder to keep his eyes open for every passing second, but every time he opened his eyes he saw Slade's mask facing him, and sleepily Robin tried to reach it.
Slade watched Robin with dumbfounded expression as Robin scrabbled for his mask, but it seemed that the other was too tired to lift his hand high enough to touch.
"Thank you, Slade." Robin murmured in a voice so silent that it almost went unnoticed.
Last thing Robin noticed was that his hand fell back on the bed and that Slade's mask was possibly even closer to his face now as the darkness claimed him. Robin fell in to a deep sleep that kept him unconscious for one full day.
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