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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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Take Your Medicine, Chapter 3 (Edited by SladinForever)

After lying on the floor for five to ten minutes, Robin finally decided to get into bed. His clothes really started to feel uncomfortable. They were really cold and he shivered every once in a while. His fingers had gone completely numb and his teeth were chattering. Slowly pushing himself up with shaking limbs, Robin reached for the clothes that he had dropped when Slade pushed him away. With shaking hands and numb fingers, he removed his wet clothes and then tried to get the others on. His first mistake was putting the shirt on backwards; it rubbed against him uncomfortably when he tried turning it around.

Once finished changing, Robin looked at the still wet blanket, really wishing it was dry. With a sigh, he spread the covers on the floor in hopes that it would dry faster. So far his mind had turned on autopilot. The only thing that was on his mind was to get warm, get sleep, and wonder, "what's the catch; why would Slade let him go; why did he even want him in the first place?" Robin sat on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest, preventing his lose of body heat. Then he began to wonder: why would Slade want to let him go? Robin had always thought that when Slade finally caught him, he would just simply lock him up and never let go. And what was up with that one week deal? What was the man thinking of achieving in just seven days? What could Slade do to him in that set time? What was he really after? And how come he was so sure of accomplishing whatever it was he wanted? Could one week really be enough?

Robin was entirely confused about Slade's new plan. He seemed to be missing the point. His stubborn mind didn't even want to know the answer to some of those simple things, like the one where Slade really would just let him go. All sensible logic was fighting against this scenario. Would the villain really just let him walk away? Would he just stand by and watch while he walked away from his hideout and never return?

All these crazy, mixed thoughts were starting to hurt Robin's brain. The only thing he wanted to do was sleep; an eternal slumber. He didn't want to be bothered by them. He closed his eyes…

'There has to be a catch.' Robin knew Slade was planning something. There really had to be some kind of hidden plan beneath the big one; he just couldn't see it. 'Maybe you can't see it because there isn't one.' Robin shivered mentally at the thought. He shook his head in denial. 'There was always a catch.'

Finally giving up on his damn thoughts, Robin fell into bed, resting his head on the soft pillow. Skipping the assumed information, he started thinking about the facts. Robin had to stay for one week. What should he do during that time? Should he at least try to act civil and not annoy Slade? Then maybe, just maybe, the time would go faster and he could go home without additional bruises? Or should he try to seek out Slade's hidden plans in secret, try to contact his friends, and ask them to save him? Was one week really that much of a task? And, once it was over, would he act like it never happened?

Speaking of which, would Robin's friends even notice he was away? Of course they would; on their time anyway. What time was it? Had his one week already started? And where was Slade? All these questions were firing at him from all possible directions. Robin just couldn't keep his mind concentrated long enough to really come up with a plan.

Robin sneezed again. He decided that he didn't want to stay in that poor little excuse of a room any longer. He was cold, sick, and frustrated. Getting off the bed, he stood up straight. His stomach growled in its own frustration. He really was hungry; starving was more like it. When was the last time he ate? He had been out completely for a day, like Slade said. He hadn't really eaten at Titans Tower either; he kept vomiting at the smallest intake of food.

Walking to the door, which Slade had taken his exit, Robin knocked, seeing as there was no form of handle. He was certain it couldn't be opened from the inside. It echoed around the walls of his semi-bare room. Robin soon found himself waiting for an answer. He switched feet.

'What are you waiting for; someone to knock back?' Well, it was a stupid plan to begin with. Robin stepped backwards to look at the door. 'I wonder if anyone heard that.'

One, where was Slade staying in his hideout? Were there any Slade-bots guarding the place? How big was it? So far Robin had only seen this room. And who knew besides Slade how big the hideout was? Maybe it was as big as Jump City itself, built underneath the sewer system. Or it was a small warehouse with only the more important rooms; training room, kitchen, and approximately two bedrooms. It felt really disturbing not knowing anything. Robin had a bunch of questions with no answers. He was about to start hitting the door, demanding some answers, when it opened. Slade stepped in the room, filling the place with his presence. When he spoke, it was full of slow, controlled seriousness.

"Evening, Robin. It's still terribly late at night. What do you want?"

"I-I want-" Robin's words were sticking to his mouth since he couldn't come up with anything to say. He would have wanted to ask about everything, but at the same time he didn't dare say a word. He shivered when the cold air coming from outside his room entered. He just stood there for a moment until his stomach decided to ask on its own. "Food! I want food."

Robin hated himself for the lack of confidence. Why couldn't he just look up with his head held up high and be more secure about himself?

"Mmh, as I said, everything you'll need while you stay here will be provided by me. All you have to do is ask."

Slade stepped away from the door. Robin snorted at his words.

"It was just a test then?"

"In a way," Slade admitted, leading Robin through dimly lit hallways. "There is one thing I seek from my apprentice and that is trust. I don't require acceptance or agreement of my opinions, just trust that what I'm doing is for the best. There is no need to worry over petty things. And congratulations, you passed."

Robin only nodded. He could see the logic in that. There was no reason to have an untrustworthy apprentice or minion. That was one thing most villains lacked; the same thing that caused their downfall.

'So Slade is once again caught up on the apprentice deal.'

They walked in silence. Robin couldn't help himself, so he yawned while trying to stretch out his sore muscles. In the end, he hadn't been awake very long. The only big thing that made him tired was the outburst he had a while ago. Robin would have wanted to ask Slade a lot of things, but he couldn't bring himself to say the right words. Luckily he didn't even have to because they had finally reached a kitchen that had a giant refrigerator in the corner.

"Bread should ease your hunger. Of course, late night snacks aren't really the best idea," Slade said, opening a cupboard and taking out some bread.

After setting the loaf down on the table, Slade stood in the center of the room. Robin stared briefly at it, not really sure. When Slade gestured with his hand in a "help yourself" sort of way, Robin stepped up to the table and took off the clip. He really was hungry, which his stomach was more than happy to point out. Taking out two slices, he took a bite, yawned, and repeated. He was very tired and his eyes kept drooping. Slade just stood in the corner of the room, watching Robin with emotionless eyes as he began to eat.

"You really should go to sleep after this. You'll have to be well and healthy when your trial starts," Slade said as he noted the teen's struggling to keep himself awake.

Robin paused and just shook his head, remembering the wet covers he didn't want to go back to. With a sleepy voice, he asked, "What time is it anyway? And what do you mean, when my trial starts?" He took another bite.

"It's about two or three in the morning," Slade replied. "Your week trial won't start until you've awakened again."

Once done eating, the villain led Robin back to his quarters in silence. He was too tired to ask Slade his questions. Once they arrived—standing in front of the door to his room—he froze in his tracks. When he saw the inside of the cold, lonely room with wet covers still lying messily on the floor, he decided that he really didn't want to go back in there.

"My covers are all wet and it's cold," Robin said reluctantly, unwilling to step inside.

"Well, it was your fault and this place was not designed to be a hotel," Slade said. "I have no spare covers to give you. I honestly didn't think you would get yours wet." Robin turned to look at him with a slight hint of worry in his eyes. "But seeing as you're sick, maybe you should sleep in my bed." Robin shook his head at this option too. He took a step toward his bedroom, not wanting to share a room with Slade, let alone a bed. "Don't worry, I won't be sleeping on it. I have some things I must take care of."

Slade started for his own quarters, walking at an even pace in case Robin decided to catch up. He looked at his room and then Slade's back that was retreating. He had two options: go into that dark room with wet sheets where he might not be able to sleep due to the cold or go with Slade where he was at his mercy and in his own territory. Besides, who knew what would happen in there. Robin was suddenly curious. What would Slade's bed chambers look like? Where was it located in case he needed to return after coming up with a plan to back stab him in his sleep?

Robin had to make his decision fast or else he'd lose sight of Slade. He really was tired and desperately needed the rest. Maybe this was a test too; a test of trust. In the end, if Robin really wanted this week to go by fast, he would need to start acting more civil and try to bear with Slade. He shot one, last, quick glance at his pathetic room before finally picking between his two options. After slamming the door, Robin ran after Slade to catch up.

"So you decided to come after all," he said, not looking at him.

Robin just nodded. Slade's room wasn't too far from his own. It couldn't be opened by anyone but him. So the idea of backstabbing the villain in his sleep was out of the question. When they finally stepped in, Robin saw that the room wasn't so glorious as he first thought. Slade seemed to be a man of simple tastes. The room was a lot bigger than Robin's though. It had a king-sized bed and a big table full of neatly arranged documents, files, and other seemingly important stuff. There was also a comfy looking chair, computer, closet, some monitors on the walls, and, one of the most surprising things, a coffee maker placed near his work table. There was also a door that led to a separate room; maybe to a toilet and shower.

Slade made his way to the chair. He sat down and started to work on the documents he had on the table. He also reached for a mug of coffee that had been there; probably left it when he checked on Robin.

"You can make yourself comfortable and go to sleep," Slade said as he kept his attention on the papers.

The villain knew full well that Robin had not taken one step towards the bed, probably waiting for an approval of some kind. He looked at the bed temptingly. It had black covers and white pillows and looked really comfortable and soft. He glanced at Slade one more time. Once assured that the man was indeed working and didn't care if he went to sleep, he got under the covers and was glad that they were indeed the softest and smoothest he had felt in ages.

Once exhaustion took over his sick head, Robin didn't care if the bed smelled like Slade, and he fell asleep in seconds.
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