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Three Way Mirror
Written By: Teno Hikari
email: teno_hikari@yahoo.com / tenohikari@cs.com
Summary: Takes place in the 'Aftershock' episodes. Slade has taken over the city, and all the Teen Titans, except Robin, has fallen. Can the boy wonder stop Slade alone? Or will Terra clip his wings? (Slade/Robin)
Disclaimer: Well you know what I'm gonna say, I own nothing. That includes the Teen Titans. ::walks off to go sulk in the corner::
Warning: Spoilers for the show - at least for the 2 seasons.
Slash, Yaoi, M/M pairings. Adult situations. Mature readers only.
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Chapter Four
It was almost five in the morning, and Robin had once again substituted sleep to stay alert. He couldn't very well let his guard down with three ex-criminals sleeping close by. In his several extra waking hours, he did manage to finish repairs on both the R-Cycle and the Red X suit (after it dried of course).
Sleep would have also been impossible considering the circumstances of the world above ground. He was constantly haunted by the metal-masked face of his nemesis. Questions he had asked himself over and over again echoed through his troubled young mind. <

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'Who is Slade? What is he planning?'
If you could anticipate your adversary's actions, you can control them. That's what both, he and Slade had strived to do. Robin wanted to bring the criminal mastermind to justice. He wanted to protect this city and all he cared for. Slade... he never could figure the man out, and so he failed.
Even when he had given himself over as an apprentice, Robin had not come any closer to finding answers. It seemed Slade's only motivation at the time was testing him. He was still left in the dark, with the disturbing revelation that his nemesis had been right. They were both so much alike. Neither of them could stand to lose. They both fought to win. "Winning isn't everything," he remembered saying once. "It's just the only thing that matters."
Much as he hated to admit it, Slade had won the damn game.
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It was almost noon when his 'guests' finally woke up and got out of bed to inquire about food. Robin gestured where the kitchenette was and told them not to expect much. He knew that they didn't. When the H.I.V.E had taken the Tower, all the food in the refrigerator was covered in blue mold. At least the food he had in stock would keep them - well, at least Mammoth - from snacking on the bats that hung around.
Yawning, he slumped in his chair and lazily stared at the large blank computer screen. On the instrument panel he had an assortment of broken weapons that needed repair. Mostly a lot of his bird like boomerangs. Though one in particular had caught his attenti/P>
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He selected that one, turning it over in his gloved hands. On the very tip of the right wing, Robin could spot a dull brownish-red smear. A bloodstain. HE fingered it for awhile, careful not to cut himself on the sharp edge.
'Right then and there, I could have killed her in an instant,' he thought grimly. But no, he had selected to only cut her. Just one cut was all he needed. She would pay with her life for the lives of his friends sooner or later. But he would make it last.
Dropping the bird-a-rang back on his workstation, he rose to go get something to eat as well. Hopefully Mammoth hadn't taken advantage of his generous hospitality, by eating all of it. Or he really would make the giant eat the bats.
As he left the control room and into the living area, the teen was suddenly shaken by the sound of a low moan that echoed through the cave. It startled Robin for a me. He. He had grown used to the silence, no matter how much it unnerved him. The moan must have been Gizmo. When he brought them in, Robin had done the noble thing by treating his former foes with the utmost care. Time to go see if the little foul-mouthed boy genius, was going to appreciate it.
Gizmo laid sprawled on the bottom part of the bunk bed in the second room. Mammoth, who was too huge, had made a makeshift one on the floor. Jinx had taken the other room for herself. Leaving the top bunk for R, if, if he ever planned to let himself sleep in it.
Standing over Gizmo's bedside, the Titan leader could see he still had a fever. But the younger boy's condition had improved a little. Gently, he removed the dirty sweat soaked cloth resting on the other's forehead. Robin replaced it with a clean one after wringing it out, using the water from the bowl of melting ice on the floor.
Another groan. Softer this time, before those beady little black eyes opened. The smaller boy blinked, looking disoriented for a moment. He stared up at the top bunk he was facing and squinted. Breathing heavily, his cracked lips began to form a single word. Robin kneeled down again and picked up the pitcher of cool water, pouring some into the cup the sat next to the bowl.
"Here."
He helped the other boy drink, carefully pouring a little in at the time to prevent him from choking. Gizmo eagerly finished the water, raising his head a le fre from the pillow. All the while, Robin examined the various cuts and bruises.
Mammoth had explained what happened last night. His small teammate had been injured in a crash landing, after being shot down from behind by one of the androids. The H.I.VE. boy-genius was lucky to be alive.
When he finished, Gizmo laid back down and began to breathe normally. Settling back to lean on his heels, Robin wondered why these three were still in the city. If they were no longer Slade's hired mercenaries, then why the hell were they still here? Did they try to affiliate themselves with him, before he turned them away? Or were they really spies sent to take down the last remaining Teen Titan, his former apprentice.
"H-hey, Bird Boy, get your h-head out of the damn c-clouds," a low voice uttered next to him. Robin's eyes widened in surprise under his mask as he turned to meet Gizmo's weary gaze. "Shee-eesh, I've been trying to get your attention for over f-five f-freaking minutes..."
Robin leaned forward a little, not bothering to apologize. "How're you feeling?"
The smaller boy attempted to sit up and swear loudly and violently, before again falling back down on the bed. "F-Fan-fucking-tastic!"
Quite a vocabulary, Gizmo has. This former H.I.V.E mercenary clashed with the Titans from time to time. Always getting into trouble by himself. Like stealing Cyborg's baby, the T-Car. He was thrown in jail, with a bar of soap shoved in his mouth.
"It's been awhile.." Robin unconsciously straightened out the damp cloth on the other's head. "Haven't seen you since the 'Tournament of Heroes'."
Those beady eyes widened slightly, before Gizmo weakly swatted the helpful hand away. Ungrateful brat. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot how fun that was," he snorted. "Though it was interesting watching you and that Speedy-guy getting your geek on."
The Boy Wonder momentarily flushed with embarrassment. Yeah that was kind of y, ay, as he thought back on it. He and the agile masked-archer, Speedy, were going on about their weapons as if they were toys. Robin remembered how great it was to meet someone like him with similar qualities. Someone other than Slade.
He shook his head, and shot Gizmo a small glare. "As if that 'geek' stuff didn't interest you," he countered.
Shrugging, the diminutive inventor absently examined himself, observing his injuries with disgust. Muttering a long string of colorful swear words. Robin twitched, and wondered if he ought to use one of the discarded dirty rags on the floor to gag the midget with.
"How did you qualify for the game, anyway?" he asked curiously. Cyborg had brought it up at the event. He hadn't thought about it much, but it was a tournament for heroes after all. Gizmo, who has seen more prison cells in his life than Robin ever will, wasn't exactly 'hero' material.
The villainous boy-genius opened his mouth, and awkwardly began to stutter nonsense. "Smtimsihrpodradiesacrussdestet..."
"Huh?"
"Smtimshi..." Gizmo craned his neck up, looking passed Robin's shoulder, and squeaked. "Sh-Shut up! I don't have to tell you anything!"
Following his gaze, the Boy Wonder turned to see the other former mercenaries standing in the door way. How long had they been there? Both were looking very curious in what their comrade had to say.
Jinx, holding a bowl of spaghettiOs was grinning. "Oh, come on Giz, 'Sometimes you...' - what?"
Gizmo fumed, as angry little storm clouds circled his head. Robin nearly avoided getting struck down by lightning. "You understood that?"
The Sorceress rolled her cat-like eyes and handed some him the bowl when he had successfully managed to sit up. With Robin's help, of course. Not that the little brat had thanked him for it.
"Rrr... SpidJnxWhdUHaftapenyerdamnmuth!"
"Well, excuse me!"
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He passed out sometime in the afternoon. He hadn't fallen asleep. He passed out. Right when he was checking on something important, his eyes just refused to stay open anymore. What seemed like a few minutes, in reality had been a few hours. Until someone shook him awake, and none too gently, as he went crashing to the floor.
"Sorry," Mammoth apologized (much to the Boy Wonder's waking shock). "Didn't know you were asleep."
Picking himself up off the ground, Robin yawned loud enough to irritate some bats hanging above them. "I passed out," he corrected. "Hadn't slept in awhile."
"I guess that explains those dark rings around your eyes."
Another yawn.
"No, that's just my mask."
"Oh yeah."
Dusting himself off, Robin looked at the teenaged behemoth who began to laugh nervously.
"What's up?"
"Well you see the food..." Mammoth stopped laughing. The young crime-fighter had bad feeling about this.
"What about it?"
"Well... um..."
Twitch.
"What's wrong with the food?"
A really, really bad feeling about this. He could already came to his own conclusion. Back at the Tower, the giant had prcallcally cleared out their own refrigerator. Eating everything that was in sight, including most of the ones that had been expired. Robin shuddered, remembering left over lasagna had turned into a breathing mass of blue fuzz.
"Nothing," Jinx answered simply as she quickly stole the Titan leader's seat. Robin's frowned deepened. Guess they were out of it when he gave them the whole "Step out of line and I'll destroy you" threat. "Cause there's nothing left."
"WHAT?!"
In a brief flash Robin was gone. His entire thought process, upon reaching the kitchen, was 'I should have listened to my common sense. I should have left them. I should kick their free-loading-asses out of here!'. His steel-toed boots screeched to a halt against the cave floor, as he took in the sight of a stack of empty spaghettiO and root beer cans.
He quickly darted back to the stunned H.I.V.E agents, breathing heavily like a mad bull. Jinx quickly stood up from Robin's chair and darted out of the line of fire. Mammoth sweat dropped as Robin started twitching.
"So... um can we go loot a grocery store?"
"That's stealing!"
"So? Everyone's out of town. Food's gonna go to waste anyway."
Twitch.
"Eat. The. Bats."
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An hour later, after listening to all three of his guests bitch about food, Robin was ready to throw them out. Until his annoying conscience from hell told him not to. So he threw himself out, before giving them strict orders not to touch anything. Robin regretted tying them all up again.
So now he was tearing down the freeway on his R-Cycle, running a little faster than normal. By "little", meant nearly breaking the sound barrier. Had there been any actual cars on the road, they would have been ran right off of it. This was exactly what he needed, freedom. It felt great to leave his dwelling, and hit the open road. 'Stretch his wings' so to speak.
It was still raining, though not as much as the previous night. There was a little drizzle, just lightly tapping against the front of his helmet. A cool breeze rustled his cape from behind him, and got even colder as he neared his destination.
There was a cliff just high enough to overlook the Jump City bridge, the crime fighter had come here to think on nightly patrols. He halted his bike just before the rail, and turned off the lights. With no one - or specifically no armed machine - in sight, Robin just put down the stand, and sat there for a few minutes in the blessed darkness.
Looking around, his eyes narrowed, taking in the road blockades on the bridge. If he squinted hard enough, he could also spot heavily armed white robotic guards standing at their posts. Preventing anyone from entering or leaving the city alive. Finally, he turned his attention towards the Tower.
There were no lights to indicate light or warmth. His home had been reduced to a empty landmark surrounded by ocean that looked as black as the sky. Lapping waves pummeled against the rocks, threatening to rise up and consume him.
Removing his helmet, the biting chill of a harsh wind immediately beat down upon the Boy Wonder's face. Worriedly, he placed a gloved hand on the side of his mask. Making sure it was stuck on firmly and didn't blow away.
Before he knew it, a much larger hand was resting on his own. The teenager suddenly went numb all over. Against his will, he raised his head slightly, and turned to meet another's piercing gaze. One single, narrowed eye looked down at him from the slit of a bronze and black steel mask.
Slade's grip tightened.
"Hello, Robin."
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Author's Notes:
I know, evil cliff-hanger. Please review, and note that no bats were actually harmed or e, wh, while writing this chapter. Please note, these chapters have not been beta-read yet, I apologize for any grammar mistakes.
Feedback Responses:
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Teekoness - Yay, another reader! Now I don't have to grab all my online buddies, tape their eyelids open, then make them read and review. But, heh, I might just do that anyway. "Pointless smuts"? I have to agree with you on. I mean there are some good Teen Titan yaoi/slash fics out there. But what really turns me away is the serious out of character-ness. For example:
Robin: I wuv you, BB
Beast Boy: I wuv you too, dude!
Robin: I wuv you more ::hugs:: Now let's go have kinky sex in the T-car. The back seat vibrates like a bed at a cheap motel.
Beast Boy: ::giggles:: OK!
Robin + Beast Boy: ::SMOOCH::
AHHHRRRRGHHHH!!!! WTF?! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?! ... =P
Agent182 - The NC-17 material will be posted up on my other accounts at Adultfanfiction.net and Mediaminer.org - as for the pairing... well, I won't give away their relationship yet (but there will be chains involved. Hehe).
For the series so far, Batman is mentioned in Apprentice episode 2. Robin tells Slade that: "I already have a father", and we see bats flying above them, and a little batman-theme music is played (yeah, I know - I'm a nerdy fan-girl). But I could understand why viewers might think the setting would be Gotham, it is said out loud in the later episodes of season 2 (along with Metropolis) - and we know that there is a WAYNE TECH building in the city from the first season.
Claire - A story monster? Cool!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy - I like the HIVE members too, even though we only see more of Gizmo after the Final Exam episode. Wow... you really hate Terra that much, huh? I just think that if she didn't have those geo-kinetic powers, no way would Slade have chosen her as a new apprentice. I still think he wants Robin, and yes, in 'that' way =P
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