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Far Back In Time	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 2814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are two OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
In the morning, Robin finished off the rest of his coconut while Slade took apart the time machine. Once all of the necessary parts were in their belts, they were ready to go. Robin glanced at the raft.
"I wonder what would happen if we left it there. Think we'd find it when we returned to our time maybe?"
They both looked at the raft. The sail blew in the breeze.
"We should burn it I suppose," Slade said.
Robin scratched his head. "Yeah…"
So they set the raft on fire and then Robin led the way to the sign. Sure enough, it came into view a few minutes later. The painted arrow under the 'miles' was directed into the crowded trees. Slade and Robin were quiet momentarily as they stared into the darkness.
"Think you can handle this kind of terrain?" Slade asked casually.
"I've made my way through heavy snow and treacherous waters, so, yeah, I can handle it."
"All right then, let's go," Slade said, heading into the jungle.
Robin growled inconspicuously in the back of his throat and followed Slade. For a long time they walked in silence. Robin expected to see a ton of dinosaur tracks, but, so far, everything was intact. The trees were fairly thick, but it seemed that they hadn't seen any disturbances in a long time.
"I expected dinosaurs to be everywhere," Robin said, pushing a branch aside after almost getting hit by it because of Slade. "Or at least signs that they've been here."
"They must be staying as far from the ocean as possible," Slade said, breaking a branch and then throwing it aside. "Or they have never ventured this far. It would be difficult for them to get through this dense jungle."
Robin nodded, thinking it made sense. "How long would it take to walk two thousand miles?"
"Several days. Possibly two weeks," Slade said, stepping over a fallen tree trunk. "It depends on the speed and hours we use during the day. Walk too slow and it will take much longer. We don't want that happening, do we?"
Robin sighed, starting to hate this strange trip. "Think we can stand each other for that long?"
Slade suddenly stopped and then turned to face Robin. He almost walked into him. "The question is, can you?" Robin glared at him. "If you can handle doing everything I say, then we will make good timing."
Robin snorted. "You know very well how much I despise being ordered around. I'm a fearless leader who controls how things are done."
"That is all good and done, however, I am much older than you," Slade countered. "And what I say goes. But, I am willing to make compromises."
Robin thought about that for a moment. "So if you suggest something I don't like or agree with, I can say no and make a different suggestion?"
"If there is another way, then yes, that's correct," Slade replied. "But if it's the only way, then my way goes. Understand?"
'Well, that's better than no say at all,' Robin thought. "Alright, fine." Walking around Slade, he started on his way again. "But I will not tolerate that master crap."
A small smirk tugged at Slade's mouth. "Believe me, I have given up on the Master/Apprentice plan," he said, following him.
Robin stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Good."
They continued on their way in silence.

By mid-day, Robin's stomach growled. He tried to ignore it, but it grew louder the longer he did. There still were no signs of dinosaurs. The trees had become thicker as well, so Slade held branches back for him. A few minutes later, Robin sat on a boulder sticking into the ground to take a breather.
"I'm so hungry," he said, placing his cheeks in his hands.
Slade looked around, but the palm trees had vanished a while back. "You will have to deal with it. Get back up and let's go."
"Five minutes?" Robin asked.
"Fine."
Five minutes came and went and they were on their way again. The journey was very boring so far. Neither had anything to talk about, especially since they had none of the same interests. Robin wasn't interested in villains and Slade had no desire to learn more about heroes. And of course, identities were out of the equation. That suddenly posed a question. Slade was really smart, he knew. Robin glanced at him. Slade didn't notice the questioning gaze.
"If you knew who I was, you would let me know, right?"
Slade looked at Robin. "That's an interesting question to be asking. Or are you really asking if I know your identity."
"Well do you?"
If he didn't know any better, Robin could've sworn Slade was smirking.
"Yes, Richard, I do."
Robin glared softly at him. "You've known for God knows how long and you never used it against me?"
"If you had known my identity, would you use the information against me?" Robin stopped. He never thought of what he would do. "You don't even know. You may think I'm some evil tyrant that would do anything to get what he wants, but I have my morals. I wouldn't threaten Batman or anyone associated with him to get to you."
Robin gave him an annoyed look then. "So threatening my friends doesn't count?"
"There is a difference between getting to you and already having you," Slade countered. "You fell right into my hands before I set the blackmail into motion."
Robin folded his arms over his chest. "Same difference."
"To you, maybe," Slade said. "Now enough about this. We are wasting precious time."
Slade continued walking. Robin stood where he was a few seconds longer before unfolding his arms and following him. A part of him felt cheated on. Slade knew all about him, but Robin hardly knew him. One thing was for sure: he was very determined to find out everything before the end of this trip, God or Slade be damned.

The next three hours were in dead silence. The only sounds were the crunching of the jungle floor under Slade and Robin's feet and Robin's constant growling stomach. It was fairly warm, the large trees keeping in the heat as the sunlight came through. Robin wiped at his sweating forehead again. He had abandoned his gloves long ago.
"Your hands are paler than I would have imagined," Slade said a few more minutes later.
Robin snorted. "You're covered head-to-toe. If anyone is pale, it's you."
"On the contrary. The material used for this absorbs the sun's rays like skin does," Slade explained. They were suddenly out of the jungle, where the heat was worse. "It will also instantly keep my body at normal temperature due to the hot air filtering through. It goes the same way if I'm in cold temperatures. It knows to filter depending on the weather and the temperature. The only thing capable of keeping you from boiling is your cape, which you seem to have lost when we first arrived here."
Robin instinctively went to the back of his neck, not feeling the polymerized titanium material against his skin. Remembering what had happened to it, he reached into his shorts pocket and yanked the cape out. "Shows how much you know."
Slade smirked. "We should have used it as a flag for our raft."
"Ha-ha, very funny."
"I thought so."
Robin rolled his eyes before turning his cape into a head protector from the harsh rays of the sun. A few minutes later, they reached a sheer cliff that blocked their path. Robin looked up, surprised at how high it was to the top. "I vote going around for a bit."
Ignoring him, Slade found hand and footholds and jutting rocks that spread out along the cliff face. "You can, but I'm going up."
He reached for a rock. Growling low and making sure he never looked down, Robin followed him anyway.
"The one day I don't carry my grapple, this happens," he muttered, following after Slade a little to the right of him. For the next three minutes, they were silent as they made their way up. They were about halfway when Robin asked, "Sh-Should I be angry th-that you knew my identity all this t-time?"
"I am surprised you aren't," Slade said, reaching a small alcove. He looked over the edge, seeing how far Robin was. "If you wish to throw me off, then by all means."
Reaching for the edge, Robin gripped it tight and started pulling himself up. He stood next to Slade a few seconds later. "I'll pass." Looking around, Robin noticed the next handhold was too far to reach, even on tip-toe. "Okay, even if I jump, I might miss and fall." He looked at Slade. "What now?"
Turning to face him, Slade held his hands down, his fingers interlaced. "Place your foot down and I'll push you up." Nodding, Robin placed his left foot on his hands and then pushed off with the other to stand straight. Tall enough now, he grabbed the crevice. "I'm going to put your foot on my shoulder."
"Okay."
Shaking his head slowly, Slade moved his hands over to his shoulder and maneuvered them around to place his foot down. With one hand in the handhold and both feet planted firmly on a hard surface, Robin pulled his body up and grabbed a jutting rock. He then continued on up, breathing deeply. He hadn't gone rock climbing bare-handed and without rope in years so he moved slowly.
A few minutes later, Robin grabbed the edge at the top. He bent his arms out to the side, placing them on the hard, rocky surface. With the strength of his feet and torso, Robin pulled his body up before straightening out his arms. Inhaling sharply, he lifted his body from the waist down, finally reaching the top. Robin crawled forward until his feet were the only body parts dangling over the edge. Pulling one leg up, he placed his hand on his knee and stood, dusting himself off. Something suddenly caught his eye. Slowly turning his gaze away from his outstretched left arm, Robin's eyes widened.
"Whoa." Words could not describe the sight before him. The cliff was in fact in the shape of a bowl as it stretched out for miles in both left and right directions. Down below, almost like the endless sea, there was nothing but luscious green trees, tall green, yellow, and brown weeds, ferns, several branching streams, endless forests, other rocky cliffs miles away, and the one thing Robin wanted more than ever to see since finding out where they were: dinosaurs.
"There are your dinosaurs." Robin jumped, forgetting all about Slade. He had been in too much a state of awe to worry about if he fell or not. Moving past him, Slade went to the edge and turned around. He stepped one foot down and bent his knees. "Keep moving."
Robin seemed not to hear him. He had just caught sight of a Pterodactyl fly over the tip of a tree. It hovered for a few seconds before flapping twice. It soon started to descend and then vanish into a tree, perfectly hidden. Down by the streams, which cut into some ponds, large dinosaurs roared, were drinking or eating giant leaves and, the smaller ones, ferns. A big grin was plastered on Robin's face.
"This is just like out of Beast Boy's cartoons he used to watch. I never thought-"
"Robin! Stop wasting our time!"
Finally coming back to the real world, Robin looked over the side and saw that Slade was already halfway down. He glared down at him. "What, I can't admire the beauty of this place?"
"Not when we're short on daylight you can't!"
Snorting, Robin turned around and started after him. Once he saw him on his way, Slade looked back down and continued. He reached the bottom two minutes later. Robin wasn't even halfway yet. Muttering about people not taking the time to enjoy beauty and admire something, he stepped down on a loose piece of rock, which gave way. Eyes widening, Robin fell, his back to the deadly, rocky bottom. Clenching his eyes shut, he awaited the impact that would kill him. If Slade allowed him to anyway. His eyes shot open. He had fallen right into his arms, safe and sound. Turning, Slade dropped him casually before turning around and walking.
"Dying so unceremoniously would be such a waste of talented blood."
Huffing, Robin jumped to his feet and turned around to follow him, an annoyed glare on his face. They walked through the tall weeds, which reached up to Slade's thighs and Robin's waist. Robin now wished he had worn jeans the other day as the plant gently, but annoyingly, whipped his legs, making them itch. Every few seconds he had to scratch them. Soon, a nice breeze picked up, helping to cool down the area quite nicely. Only problem was it made the weeds sway slowly, making Robin itch even more. It was also getting much thicker, causing it to sting. He sighed heavily.
"Where's a clothing store when you need one?" he grumbled.
Slade glanced at him out of the corner of his narrowed eye briefly. "Wrap your cape around your waist then."
Robin snorted. "I would rather not look like I'm wearing a skirt, thank you very much."
Slade actually rolled his eye on that one. Annoyed with his complaining, he moved further to the right to move away and his strides grew long and fast. Robin didn't seem to notice nor care. He kept looking around in amazement from being so close to the dinosaurs and their habitat, making him blind to other things. Like watching where he was stepping. Robin's foot suddenly made a sudden drop. His stomach rose into his throat at the sensation of falling when he tripped. He scraped his knees on the ground, his hands getting dirty as they landed on what felt like a bumpy edge to something. Looking down, Robin saw that he had fallen into a big indention in the ground.
"I think I found something!"
Stopping and looking back, Slade saw Robin's hair sticking out of the tall, thin blades. Sighing, he turned back, stopping in front of him. Taking out a bo staff, he extended a blade on one end and slashed at the base of them. Not wanting to get hit, Robin moved out of the indent and watched as the blades fell in. He moved them out and examined it. His eyes widened. The indent was a strangely-shaped hole that sunk in about five or six inches. Above it were a few wonky, oval-shaped holes about three inches deep. It looked strangely familiar, but Robin couldn't place it. Putting the staff away after contracting the blade, Slade crouched before the smaller holes. With his hand, he traced the perimeter, picturing it vividly in his mind.
"Looks like you found a dinosaur track." Robin swallowed and slowly stood up. He looked closely at the print, which looked like a giant dog's paw. The top holes looked like the toes and claws of one. Robin then had a sinking feeling. He looked around cautiously.
"Think its close by?"
Slade shook his head. "No. The ground is bone dry. The water that lives underground came up about four to five days ago when it was made and then evaporated."
"Good, because I'd rather avoid the monster that made it."
Not particularly caring, Slade turned around and headed off. "Let's continue then."
After looking at the large print one more time, Robin walked around it and followed Slade quickly. "I really hope all we see is herbivores. I would rather avoid running for my life from a dinosaur that sees me as its next meal."
Slade kept quiet. They kept on going, moving diagonally every half an hour, moving more towards the jungle. Finally, around four in the afternoon, the weeds began to thin and get shorter. Robin was relieved. His legs were covered in red marks and he had enough of them for one day. Twenty minutes later and they reached the start of the trees. Stopping, Robin looked to the right and saw a herd of dinosaurs eating ferns and the leaves from the trees. His face turned to disappointment. So badly did he want to interact and observe these beautiful creatures up-close.
"Here." Jerking his head around, Robin saw Slade holding out a pair of small binoculars over his shoulder. He blinked, confused. "They're stealth binoculars. They take photos. Black and white only."
Robin was hesitant but took the device anyway. Examining it closely, he figured out how they worked. Slade watched as he moved a bit closer to the dinosaurs, putting the eye cups to his face and adjusting the zoom. Slade's eye narrowed softly, noting how kid-like Robin had become in just a few minutes. Despite his age, he acted like a seven-year-old in a museum on a school field trip. Robin was just so fascinated in these creatures. It was almost…adorable.
"Erm, Slade? Did you hear me?"
Slade blinked. "Hm?"
Robin was standing in front of him, holding the binoculars out to him. "I said, thank you for letting me take photos."
There was a pause and then Slade blinked. Taking the device, he put it away and then turned without a word. Robin blinked as he moved a tree branch aside to enter. Glancing at the herd one last time, he followed. The unlikely duo walked on in silence for the next three hours. It was starting to get dark as night fall approached. When they came across a small pond, they decided to stop for the night.
"Stay here. I'm going to see if there's any better shelter," Slade said.
Slade vanished into the darkness. Sitting down at the pond's edge, Robin waited. A minute later and he heard a tiny splash in front of him, far away. Curiosity getting the better of him, he got up and walked around the perimeter of the pond. He was almost to the other side when something darted across his vision and into the water. Sitting down on a rock jutting from the ground, Robin removed his shoes, socks, and cape from his head, set them aside, and then pulled out a tiny flashlight. Stepping into the cold water, he shined the light on it, looking around.
"What are you doing?"
Robin jumped, dropping the light into the pond. Looking up, he saw Slade on the right of him about ten feet away. He had firewood tucked under his arm.
"I heard a splash and came to investigate."
Reaching down, Robin grabbed his flashlight and pulled it out of the water. He shook it, droplets flinging off.
"It was probably just a frog," Slade said, setting the wood down. Robin turned and stepped out of the pond. Grabbing his stuff, he walked back around to join him. "We'll be staying here." Robin sat at the edge of the pond, sticking his aching feet in. Slade started a fire. "Have a container per chance?"
Sitting up straight, Robin reached into his belt pockets for a vile or petri dish. The only thing remotely close to holding anything was an explosive disk with the center sunken in.
"No." Wanting to sigh, but holding it in, Slade got up, went over to a tree, and grabbed a large leaf. He returned to the pond, crouching at the edge. Glancing over, Robin watched as he dipped it in and then folded it in half, short-ways. "What are you doing?"
Getting on his knees slowly as not to let the water drip, Slade set the leaf down and reached into his belt. He pulled out a corked test tube filled with a thick, dark purple liquid. Intrigued, Robin got up and walked around to stand beside him. He leaned over, placing his hands on his knees. Taking the cork out, Slade put three drops in the water. The purple liquid swirled a few times before stopping. It started to bubble within seconds of this. With not much happening, Robin stood up straight and headed into the trees.
"I'm going to use the bathroom," he called back, vanishing into the darkness. Slade rolled his eye. A minute later and Robin returned. "That's better."
"You provide too much information sometimes," Slade said, stirring the liquids together.
"Well you don't provide any information. Example: what was that purple stuff you put in the water? What's it supposed to do?"
Robin sat down in front of Slade, folding his legs underneath him.
"It is a special ink that shows you if water is drinkable," Slade explained, watching the water closely. "You mix it in with the water. If the ink vanishes within three minutes, it is safe to drink. Works with most liquids. If you're paranoid, you can use it to detect poison in your drink. If it takes longer then three minutes, it is unsafe. Of course, I come prepared and have a powder that acts as a filter. It only absorbs the bacteria. Have enough of this powder and you can destroy all the bacteria in any body of water."
Robin glanced at the pond. "You don't plan on contaminating the whole pond do you?"
"I won't need to," Slade said, indicating the leaf. Robin looked closer and saw that the water was clear again. "The water is safe."
"I don't think I'll need it," Robin said, leaning back. The water had a strange smell to it that he didn't like.
"Believe me, you will," Slade said, corking the tube and placing it back in his belt. "It is summer here. It will continue to be humid and hot during the day. Besides, water acts as food too. I have a few empty tubes that I will fill in the morning."
Robin shrugged. "If you say so." He looked back at the pond, watching as it swayed back and forth gently from the small breeze. There were a few lily pads floating around and there were rocks that were stuck within the sand and mud. The area was quiet except for the crackling of the fire. An hour later, Robin stretched and yawned. "N-Night."
Slade watched as he curled up on his side and closed his eyes. Exhaling quietly, he went to the water's edge, pulled out a few empty tubes, and filled them with pond water. He saw something swimming out of the top of his eye, but he seemed not to care. Returning to the fire, Slade sat down against a tree, folding his arms over his chest. Soon, Robin was sound asleep, missing the small family of duck-billed saurolophus babies as they exited the pond and headed home.
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