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Mother Nature	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
A bunch of different colors swirled around a dark canvas, doing flips, rolls, and drifting through each other like smoke. They made abstract shapes that made no sense. The colors then intensified, filling the entire canvas with bright lights. They soon grew so bright that they turned a blinding white and spread out like a cloud. Then, in an instant, it exploded in a breathtaking show of display before shrinking back in on itself and disappearing.

Robin's eyes fluttered open. He was on his side, laying on something plush and soft. When his sight adjusted, the first thing he saw was the pillow his head was lying on. Lifting his gaze with only his eyes, he saw a blank, steel wall five feet away from the bed he slept on. Confused on where he was, Robin slowly sat up and looked at his surroundings. The room was small and bare. There was only one door across from the bed, which was two, twin-sized mattresses stacked on the floor. Robin's ears fell, feeling worried. His tail came out from under the warm blanket that covered up to his waist and rested on his arm, like it was trying to comfort him. A small whine escaped him. Only one thing crossed his mind.
"I've gotta get out of here."
Silently pulling the blanket off his legs, Robin turned and stepped down. With a push of his hands on the bed, he stood up and wobbled on partly numb feet. Not to mention the floor was made out of cold, wood planks, so they instantly became frozen. He took a step to test his balance, then another. When he didn't stumble, he turned and almost tip-toed to the door. The floorboards didn't creak, like he was worried they would. When he reached the door, it silently slid open. Blinking, Robin stepped into the doorway and grabbed the edge. He looked around the corner and saw a hallway that connected to it at the end. He looked the opposite direction and saw the other end of the hall. There were a few doors on either side.
Robin stepped one foot out, turning to the right. He silently walked down to the end and looked around the corner. On the right, there was a wide door at the end of the short hallway. Looking left, he saw the other end leading to an open space. Going that way, Robin sniffed the air. There were a few scents that reached his enhanced nose. He smelled food and then something oddly familiar that he couldn't place. Swallowing, he continued down the hall, the scents getting stronger with each second step. The space at the end went in three directions; one to the right, one to the left, and one diagonally from where he stood. Robin went left towards the direction of the food, his stomach growling.
Robin's ear twitched when he heard something crackling and popping. Moving all the way to the opposite wall of the hall, he walked to the corner, grabbed the edge, and slowly peered around it. He saw part of a wide kitchen, where the corner of a simple, wood table, the corner of a chair with the same wood, and a stove/oven with skillets of food cooking on them stood. The wonderful smells of bacon, eggs, and hash browns entered Robin's nose, making his mouth water and his stomach growl. Moving closer to the kitchen, he tried to find the cook, but no one was there. He also couldn't hear any movement inside except for the crackling of the bacon grease. Where was the man or woman who was cooking go anyway? Who in their right minds would leave wonderful food unattended?
Deciding that he'd rather escape wherever he was instead of staying and finding out who had saved him, Robin let go of the wall and turned. He instantly walked into someone, making him lose his balance and fall loudly and painfully to the floor on his tailbone and back. Growling, Robin slowly sat up, feeling disoriented for a few seconds. Holding his body up with his hands behind him on the floor, he shook his head and then looked up, his unmasked eyes widening.
"This is what happens when people sneak around blindly you know."
Robin gaped at the man before him. "S-Slade?"
The masked villain snorted. "Who else would it be?"
Robin tried to stand up too fast, as the wave of dizziness showed, and he fell forward. Slade grabbed his arm and pushed him back before he could fall and hurt himself. Robin placed a hand to his head, his ears flattening down onto his skull.
"I-I was just surprised, that's all." Slade dusted him off and then moved past him. Robin slowly turned and watched him return to the stove. "How did you find me?"
Slade picked up a fork and flipped the bacon over. "Sit down and I will explain." Nodding, Robin grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, pulled it out, and then sat down. Slade continued cooking. "Yesterday, I was monitoring my nano-bite camera footage and one picked up a feed of you being chased by two men and one in a jeep. At first I didn't recognize you since I couldn't see your face, but once I noticed the familiar tail and ears, I realized who you were. I left from my hideout here and went to save you. I knew you were headed for the highway. I got there five minutes early. Then I saw you from the top of the cliff after the rock landed on you and I waited. Then the man from the jeep spoke to you and I listened in. Once I heard you were being captured for money, I came down to save you."
Robin blinked a few times. He remembered the blur and the man named Clay falling off the cliff. He then remembered the other two men. "So, what happened to the hunters? The one fell after you kicked him, but what about the other two?"
Slade turned off the burners and then started stacking bacon, eggs, and hash browns onto a plain white plate. "I sent exploding bugs to their jeep. I didn't stick around to see what happened to them." Turning, he grabbed a fork and went to the table. "I wanted to get you out of there as quickly as possible."
Slade set the plate down and then went to get a glass. Robin didn't pick up his fork. "Did you intend to kill them?"
Slade poured Robin a glass of cold water, put the Brita pitcher back in the fridge, and then gave him the glass. "The only intentions I had had been to save you. Now eat your breakfast."
Slade went to wash the dishes. Robin picked up his fork and grabbed some eggs. "Thanks for saving me then, I guess."
Robin started eating, feeling famished. The food tasted amazing and the temperature was perfect. He couldn't remember the last time he had a regular breakfast meal. When the skillets had been washed, dried, and put away, Slade sat down and stared off into space. For the next few minutes Robin ate. When his plate was clean, he washed it all down with his water. He then scratched the back of his left ear. Hearing the scritch-scratch sound, Slade glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
"I am highly disappointed in you by the way."
Stopping mid-scratch, Robin looked at him, confused. "Eh? What do you mean?"
Slade looked at him fully. "You broke the promise you made me."
Robin blinked a few times, wondering what he was talking about. Images of what happened to him several months ago flashed in his mind suddenly. He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, yeah, that." Holding his fist under his mouth, Robin coughed to clear his throat. "We never could find a full cure and Poison Ivy never made an antidote and didn't plan on making it. I even joked about it to Beast Boy once, saying I could never face you again."
"Speaking of your friends, why aren't you in Jump City with them?" Slade asked. "What are you doing all the way out here?"
Robin's ears fell back. He looked down at his hands in his lap. "I got kicked out."
"Why?"
Robin scratched the back of his ear again. "I hurt Beast Boy really bad one day when we were wrestling. I almost took out one of his eyes and clawed deep marks into his left arm. He bled pretty bad. The others thought it would be better if I lived away from them so that I couldn't hurt one of them again. I pretty much quit the team and lived on the street. Then I left because those hunters chased me. I wanted to go up north to find a wolf pack to live with. The hunters kept chasing me and now this happened."
Silence filled the kitchen. Robin looked upset as he remembered how painful the last few weeks had been to him. Not only that, but he was terribly homesick and he missed his friends. Now he feared for his life because of the hunters. What was he supposed to do now?
"I suppose you can stay here."
Robin's head jerked up, his face filled with surprise. "What? Really?"
Slade looked sincerely at him. "Where else would you go? Besides, those hunters might still be looking for you. We wouldn't want you getting captured for a price, now, do we?"
Robin looked a little skeptical and suspicious. "What's the catch?"
"There isn't one," Slade assured him. "I would let you live here, for free. All you would really have to do is chores a few hours every day. Normally, I wouldn't allow this without some other condition, but I'm pretty much retired at this point."
Robin leaned back in his chair, his hand lightly gripping the edge of the table. His tail came up and wrapped around his elbow. Robin wasn't sure what to think. Slade was going to let him live there? For free? Just like that? It seemed too good to be true. The offer was perfect. Hell, it was better than perfect. It beat running all the way to Canada or Alaska, by any means. Robin only worried that Slade wasn't being truthful. What if he was lying about the retirement thing? That thought struck him hard.
"What do you mean you're retired? Retired from what?"
Slade snorted softly. "I would think that was obvious. Why else do you think I vanished before Trigon was destroyed?"
Robin blinked twice. "Oh, right. It was kind of strange how you never showed up when the Brotherhood of Evil were around."
"That, plus I knew they would fail," Slade said. "Brain wasn't as smart as he believed himself to be. I haven't had any villainous plans since being Trigon's errand boy."
The room got quiet. Robin grabbed his tail and started to play with it. Neither spoke for a long time.
"Since you're letting me, I'll stay," Robin said a few minutes later. He looked up at Slade. "I mean, it isn't like I can hurt you anyway. Or, at least, not as easily as my friends." He looked back at his tail. Slade watched him intently. Robin's ears quivered. "Thanks."
Robin's voice was very quiet and soft. Slade saw his hands jerking slightly as they played with his tail. "If your friends were truly your friends, they would have tried helping you control your wolf side."
Robin quickly looked at him. "They just didn't want me hurting any of them. I already did that to them once!"
"So they put you out on the street with only the clothes on your back?" Slade asked. Robin's eyes narrowed in anger. "That sounds very selfish to me. They should have tried helping you fix the problem, not kick you out like some mangy beast. I bet that's what they see you as: a monster that is unfit to live with human beings. They were never your friends and you better start accepting that fact before it's too late. But don't worry, I won't say I told you so. "
Robin was growling. Slade's harsh words cut through him like a knife. He was wrong. He had to be. Right?
Without a word, Robin got up, almost knocked the chair over as he pushed it away, and then stormed out of the room. Slade followed him with his gaze, seeing his tail wrap around his waist securely. Robin left, heading back for the room he had woken up in. Slade didn't get up from his chair. Seconds passed before Robin returned, looking sheepish.
"Where's the bathroom?"
Slade exhaled as he stood up and approached him. "I'll show you around."
They went on a tour of Slade's hideout after Robin used the bathroom. The last place they went was outside. The hideout was surrounded entirely by pine and oak trees, hiding the place rather well. Going around the large, cabin-like hideout to the back, Slade approached another building made of concrete. A large, front door stood in the center of it. They stopped in front of it. Lifting his hand to a device on the center of the door where the crack was, Slade placed it down and a blue light appeared behind it. Once it confirmed his print, the door unlocked and slowly came open. Slade and Robin walked inside once it opened halfway. It closed behind them as they stepped a few feet within the building. Robin's eyes widened.
All around the room, there was exercise and fighting equipment, a few large boxes along the walls with doors, and what appeared to be a fighting arena directly in the middle of the room. Robin realized what it reminded him of.
"You own a dojo?"
"Yes. I workout for hours during the day, meditate, and rebuild the robots I destroy. I spend most of my time in here."
Robin glanced around the room briefly. "Will I be able to use it?"
"If you want."
Robin smiled. "Good because I haven't had a sparring session in a long time."
Slade looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "You can come in here tomorrow. For now, you need rest."
They returned to the main building. Robin wasn't actually tired and he felt fine. He didn't know what he could and could not do. Slade hadn't exactly specified where he could go or what he was allowed to do. Probably wanted him to go back to sleep for a while longer. A thought quickly came to him.
"Can I take a shower? I haven't had one in a while."
"You can," Slade said. "But then you need to go back to bed."
Robin's ears fell back. "But I'm not tired." Slade gave him a slightly stern look. Robin looked at the floor, his tail drooping. "Okay…" Slade led him back to the bathroom. While Robin used the toilet again, he went to grab him a towel. He soon returned with one and a clean pair of boxers. Robin turned to him when he recognized them as his extra pair. "How'd you get that? I threw my backpack away when the hunters were chasing me."
Slade dropped the two items on the now closed toilet. "You were unconscious for almost twenty-four hours. I went back and collected your things. I also rubbed a special ointment into your leg that had been crushed. You only suffered a few scrapes and bruises. Your bones didn't break, but there's an obvious reason why."
Robin nodded. "Yeah, I can shift my bones around if I need to run on all fours. My legs are much stronger than they used to be."
"Anyway, your minor wounds will only take a few days to heal with the ointment. I will need to put it on every morning and before bed."
When Robin had nothing else to say, Slade left so that he could have privacy. He quickly pulled his shorts and boxers off and then moved to the shower. Opening the glass door, he peered inside and saw a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and a bar of soap in a wall tray. The knobs to turn the water on were ordinary looking. Robin turned them on, made it the right temperature, and then got in. Looking at the shower head, he adjusted the spray setting to a mix of hard spray and massage and then dunked his head under. For almost an hour and a half Robin showered, relaxing under the spray after he cleaned himself and shampooed his hair. The hot water never lessened, so he assumed Slade had some kind of regenerating water heater somewhere. Needless to say, he had a wonderful, relaxing shower. Even his tail was happy.
After Robin dried himself the best he could, he got dressed, hung the towel over the shower door, and then left. He entered the kitchen and went to the fridge. Not knowing where Slade was, he helped himself to a glass of water. He was just putting the pitcher away when he appeared.
"You can take your glass into the room you woke up in. I won't make you sleep for very long."
Robin took a few gulps of water before nodding. "Okay." Slade returned him to his room. Going to the bed, Robin set his glass down on the floor and then crawled on. He laid on his side, curling up into a messy ball. He stared at the opposite wall, still not feeling tired at all. After a few minutes, he sighed heavily and uncurled himself. "This isn't going to work."
Getting off the bed, Robin examined the room more carefully. He checked the window, which had no lock. He tested to see if it would open, but it seemed to be nailed shut. Luckily, there was a glass partition he could lift so air could flow through the screen. Robin then tried to push the screen out, but it didn't budge. So he couldn't get out and explore without Slade knowing, unless he wanted to tear the screen off.
Robin moved away from the window, went to the edge of the bed, and picked up his glass. He swallowed a few gulps before setting it back down and then sitting on the floor. Backing himself against the mattresses, Robin stretched his legs out and then leaned all the way forward. He stretched his arms out completely straight, held it for twenty seconds, and then slowly pulled back. Next he tried to do the splits. They didn't get very far before his thighs started to hurt. He closed his legs back up and stretched his calves and arms again. His back popped in a few strained places, making him feel more relaxed.
When he was bored with stretching, Robin performed a few half crunches, as not to overexert himself. After one hundred, he attempted two hundred push-ups. He only made it to one hundred and fifteen before feeling too exhausted to go anymore. Well, at least he could try going back to sleep now. Maybe the wind would help him fall asleep. Robin got back into bed, finished off his water, and then closed his eyes. The breeze drifted through the room, making his hair move slightly. His ear twitched every few seconds. He was about to fall asleep when he heard a distant howl. Smiling, Robin listened as it continued, the song of his fellow wolf comforting and relaxing him further. Soon, Robin's world darkened and silenced around him as he fell back to sleep.

To Be Continued…
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