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The Nightmares Inside	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 3619 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Robin awoke with a terrible headache. His tongue was numb and dry and his vision was dim. He tried to move his body, but it was stiff and felt like he had no control over it. A soft groan fell from his throat. For a moment he heard another groan, a way deeper one…from Him. He remembered…last night… Robin's cheeks turned red as the sweet and overwhelming memories came back to his mind.
"Slade…" he whispered softly and yearning.
Suddenly, he noticed a light and silent noise; the sound of soft pressed keys. Robin moved his head to the left, his limbs still weak and tired. He saw him…him, Slade… Robin's eyes widened slightly; Slade. He felt like he was the only thing that was left inside him. Everything else was gone. For a long time Robin just starred at him, his light gleaming mask, and overwhelming body with his marvelous curved muscles. He adored him; always did. Composedly, Robin turned his body to the left, lying on his side on the bed, still looking at that amazing person. He blushed again as he thought about last night; the heat, the passion… He moaned softly, feeling like something in between his thighs began to stir oneself. Robin shivered. Just the mere thought of Slade brought his blood to a boil.
Vacillating, Robin trailed his hands under the blanket and down to his own groin. He moaned softly, touching and feeling as much as he could. The thought of that man drove him crazy; the thought of what he had done last night. It had been so hot and wet, so full of desire and lust… Robin's groaning became louder as he almost closed his eyes. A soft moan escaped his throat.
"Slade…" Robin didn't see the man move or the amused grin under his mask. He just felt the harsh touch as he laid his cold fingers around his right arm. He opened his eyes in shock. "Slade…" he whispered, full of fear.
As he looked into that deep, dark, single eye of Slade's, he started to shiver again.
"Just say the word, Robin. I would do you the favor for sure…" Slade purred, amused.
Robin nervously bit his lower lip. "I'm sorry…" he whispered, ashamed and childish.
Slade smirked and kissed his little bird, soft and passionately while laying him down on his back. After he let Robin breathe again, the boy moaned softly and his eyes were half closed, like he was in a trance or someone cast a spell on him. His pale blue eyes sparkled like a wet jewel, beautiful and breathtaking. Slade stared at him, captivated.
"Robin…" he whispered.
The boy didn't even jerk. He just stared at him, waiting for his master's next move. His lips were trembling; full of passion.
"Slade…please…master," Robin begged. His body was winding and he looked like a little child that begged for a beloved new toy. Slade gripped his chin and forced him to look him in his single, dark eye. Robin opened his mouth, begging for more passionate touches. "Please…master." He moaned again. Slade looked into Robin's pale blue eyes. Something was gone; something that was there just yesterday. Slade's eye narrowed. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. But Robin still begged with his whole body for Slade's touches. His hands were jerking nervously. "Please master…I-I can't stand…"
"Robin," Slade said one last time.
The boy shook his head. "N-No he's…gone," he whispered.
Slade looked at him, shocked. Robin was gone? The man really wasn't sure if he liked that. But as he saw his begging boy, screaming for more touches from his master's hand, willing to do anything and everything for it…
'It doesn't matter.' Slade kissed the boy hard, biting him, gripping his raven black hair in his cruel hand. 'It doesn't matter as long as he belongs to me.'

Slade was worried, that much was certain. Robin still hadn't awakened. Wintergreen had said that he would be better and out of bed in just five days. It was now the seventh day and Robin still didn't wake up. Slade hoped he hadn't traumatized him that much since that brutal rape only a week ago. He hoped that his apprentice would awaken from his coma soon. Slade hadn't meant to hurt him in that way. His anger just got in the way…
A soft sounding moan reached Slade's ears. He looked over at Robin from his desk in his bedroom. He stared at him intently, wondering what he was dreaming about this time.
'He always seems to be dreaming.'
All of a sudden, Robin turned onto his stomach, burying his head in his pillow. He groaned into it, even moaned a few times. What was really surprising to Slade was when he heard his name fall from his lips.
"M-Master…"
Slade looked at the boy in shock. Why was he calling him that? Slade hadn't even told Robin that he wanted him to call him 'master' until he truly gave into doing everything he was told to do. How had he known to call him that? Getting up, Slade went over to Robin and turned him onto his back. He felt his forehead, which was hot. Slade removed the covers. Robin shivered as cold air touched his feverish body. Slade pulled a syringe out of his belt and was about to inject the medicine into the vein in his arm when he noticed that Robin was aroused. This got Slade thinking. He realized the boy was dreaming about something that caused a change like that. Whatever was happening in Robin's dream world was happening in the real world too. Slade had a sinking hunch that Robin was dreaming about him. But what he was dreaming about, he didn't know. Putting his thoughts off, he injected the serum into Robin's arm. His shaking diminished, another moan escaping him.
If only Slade could wake the boy, he'd be able to ask him of his dream. But in his coma state, it was impossible at the moment. Slade pulled the covers back over Robin's body and went back to work.

Robin came into Slade's hand, practically screaming his name. Slade penetrated inside of him, sitting him up on his lap. Robin laid his head on his shoulder, breathing out heavily. The heat filled passion was driving him over the edge. Their sweat mixed with each other. Slade groped Robin's ass, moving him closer so his member slipped in farther. Robin moaned as the very tip hit his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire frame, making him shiver in ecstasy. Slade then fell onto his back, holding Robin against him with his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Robin gritted his teeth when he bit him on his neck. He helped Robin move back and forth as his lithe body grew tired and weak. Within seconds Slade came inside of him, making him scream out master.
Robin slumped against Slade in exhaustion. His body relaxed. The villain breathed heavily against his neck. A splitting headache was soon forming from the previous activity. Being cold from the rain and having your ex-enemy fuck you was a bad combination. Robin groaned as the pain increased. All of a sudden, a jolt hit him in the stomach. He came off Slade and fell out of bed, getting up and running to an opened door. Running to the toilet, he puked into it. Slade slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, leaning close to him.
"You did well, Robin. We should do it again once you're feeling better. Hm?" Robin only nodded, which was a bad idea. He puked into the toilet again. "I'll be right back."
Slade left. Robin sat down on the cold stone floor and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He then stood up and went to the sink. Turning on the cold water, the boy splashed his face with it. He then gargled water and spit the remaining bile from his throat. Robin slowly staggered back to bed. Once sitting, he looked around his surroundings. There was an oak dresser with three drawers, a full body mirror by the door, the bedside table next to the bed, and a desk. Robin saw something lying on it; a stack of papers. Curiosity getting the best of him, he stood up and slowly made his way to the desk. Picking up the papers, Robin searched through them. He stopped at the seventh page once he saw a heading with name of a drug on it. He read it:
Dimethyltryptamine can cause mental damage and traumatizing thoughts or trigger latent mental malfunctions. Robin's mouth became very dry. He read more of it as he noticed notes about him underneath this new information. Ever since I infested Robin's mind with the Dimethyltryptamine, he's succumbed to me fully. He has left his friends due to this and I am very pleased. But he seems more broken than I had hoped for. I realize now that I should have read the warnings carefully before deciding to use the Dimethyltryptamine drug. However, I am pleased to know that he is in my grasp. I assure him that he will never escape me again. I intend for him to promise me the luxury of keeping him with me instead of his ex-friends the Teen Titans.
Robin suddenly felt lightheaded. He jumped and dropped the papers when he heard Slade behind him.
"A little nosy are we?"
Robin trembled on the spot. He was scared that Slade would rape him this time, making him bleed. He hated that feeling of his skin tearing from his length being shoved roughly into him.
"Master, I didn't mean-"
"I am slightly disappointed, Robin, that you-"
"Robin died."
Slade's eyes narrowed in a glare at him. "Excuse me?"
Robin slowly turned around, staring at Slade with fear in his eyes. "R-Robin died. He died when that alien lied to him."
Slade stepped forward, standing directly in front of Robin. "You are still alive. Robin isn't dead." The boy shook as Slade moved up against him, making him back into the desk. "They are not your friends anymore."
Robin shivered, looking down at the floor. "Slade…I'm scared."
Slade was surprised by the statement. "Of what?"
"Of what will happen if the Titans come looking for me," Robin said fearfully. "They will sooner or later. I'm scared of what they'll do to me."
Slade raised Robin's head by his chin to stare deeply into his eyes. "The Teen Titans will not lay one hand on you while I'm around."
Robin nodded lightly before stepping forward in Slade's arms. He lifted himself up by his toes, laying his weak little arms around the muscular, strong shoulders. He buried his head in Slade's collarbone, playing with the nape of his neck with nervous fingers.
"You will save me?" Robin mumbled, weeping into Slade's chest.
He shivered a bit; partially because of the cold on his naked skin, partially because he was still afraid. Some other reason crept within his veins as well. Slade looked down at his little bird. He was a bit confused about his behavior. Robin had changed the topic so fast. Slade thought that he would be angry and shouting since he found the document about the drug. But Robin did nothing. He was just sorry for his disobedience. Slade wondered how powerful that drug really was. He looked at the desk and the documents Robin had read minutes ago. Something about this situation was strange. No, actually, everything. Robin nestled himself closer to Slade's warm body, waiting yearningly for his answer. Slade nodded his head lightly.
"Of course." His voice was emotionless. He narrowed his eye and looked back at Robin. "You're mine now. I'll never let you go again…" Somehow Slade's vision blurred. A terrible headache passed his mind. He pressed his hand over his temple, hissing in pain. Sluggishly his perception melted. He still felt Robin's naked body pressed against his own, but it vanished more with every passing second. It was like his own body began to disappear, as if he would dissolve… A fear filled his being. He was…disappearing? Slade became panicked. He desperately clung himself to Robin, trying to stop that feeling. The boy still hadn't moved or changed his position. He just embraced him tightly. "Robin?" he asked, scared.
For a long time there was no answer. Slade's vision was nearly gone and he could barely feel a thing. It was like his body was haze or smoke now. He felt as if just one last string of him was left. Then, Robin's soft voice cut through the room. It was so low, but for some reason it felt in Slade's ears like growling thunder.
"It's okay now," he whispered strangely and in a way Slade had never heard Robin speak before. "Just let go."
Robin still didn't move an inch, but Slade felt his burning blue eyes pierce his soul. A creepy horror passed his body. Robin's words cut the last string that held him. He fell, deep, and he couldn't even scream; his voice was gone too…

Robin moaned in pain, waving his head through the sheets. Slade raised his head and looked worriedly at him. Not even half an hour had passed before Robin's state started to become more serious. He stood up and went to the bed, sitting next to him. He carefully took the small, no longer cold and wet washcloth from Robin's burning forehead and renewed its wetness in the small bowl, which sat on the nightstand. He laid it back down on his forehead, looking anxiously at his apprentice. He was still shivering and, a few times, strange noises came out of his throat. Slade remained in that position for a few moments. Just as he wanted to go back to his work, Robin slowly started to lift his eyelids. He groaned heavily. His eyes were moving from side to side quickly, which proved that he was still in a dream-like state. Slade wondered how he could raise them if he was still dreaming. Robin grabbed the sweated sheets with his small, shivering fingers, like he was trying to grab a hold of anything he could get, as though he were falling…
"No," he whispered, soft and trembling. "I d-don't want…" His voice was weak. "…to let go…" He still waved his head right to left, his face full of pain. "Don't w-want…"
Slade was definitely worried. He wondered what it was Robin was dreaming about. It didn't sound good. Slade carefully laid his hand on his cheek, stopping his hasty movement.
"Shh," he whispered close to him. "It's okay. I will catch you."
Robin looked up at him as his head was captured. His blue eyes were sparkling through his lids, like a beautiful calm lagoon in the midday sun. He focused his gaze right up to Slade's single, dark, gleaming eye. The villain swallowed hard. It was as if something heavy had hit him. This gaze, it was so different… Slade left his mouth open. He was so confused.
'What is going on here?'
"Save…me," Robin whispered, soft and weak.
Then his eyes were closing slowly and moving fast under his eyelids again. Slade looked at him, stunned and confused.
'What? Since when had he asked me for help?'
Slade stood up hastily and left the room. He had to talk to Wintergreen. This wasn't normal at all, even if he was feverish. Something was wrong with him. Maybe he had hurt him too much. Maybe he had broken his apprentice… Slade shook his head. He had to do something!
"Save me…"
Again he heard Robin's low voice in his head, making him freeze. "I will," he said out loud with a growl.
Slade headed further through the corridors, straight towards Wintergreen's room.

He awoke sluggishly, his head hurting as though he was falling down from some high point. He gasped out loud and his own voice sounded strange; unfamiliar. Lifting his body, he looked at his surroundings. He was lying in the bed again, in the smooth and silky sheets, where the both of them had winded their bodies together. His view fell to the left of him and for a moment he just stared unbelieving at that body, which was lying beside him. He was still sleeping; calm and beautiful. His ebony-like hair was gleaming in the rare light. He lay on his stomach, his arms crossed under his head. Stunned, he stared at this vision. It was so unbelievably strange, to see oneself while sleeping. Then, with a weird and sudden fear in his stomach, he looked at the body he had just moved. He gasped; it wasn't his body.
Robin looked fearfully to the other one, who was still sleeping, and then back at the body he had now…
"That's just-" He stopped. His voice… That was just too strange. He swallowed hard. "No way…"
Robin looked at his body. Not that he hadn't always adored Slade's body, but have it? No, that was just insane! He shivered. What the hell was going on? For one second he thought he should wake himself- Or was it him? Suddenly, a strange and frightened voice cut his thoughts.
"You have to wake up now."
Somehow it sounded like his voice, but odd and…different.

Robin awoke with a sudden fear. He bolted up, sitting straight up in bed with his eyes wide in shock.
"What?" he gasped.
Startled, Slade looked over with a questioning gaze from his desk, putting his cup of tea down to it, from which he had just sipped. "What, what?" he asked, a bit amused, glad to see the boy finally awake. Robin just stared at him in disbelief, at his muscular body. He then looked at himself, feeling with his hands to make sure everything was in the right place. Robin sighed with relief. Slade looked confused. "Is something wrong, Robin?"
The boy looked up at him. He chuckled nervously, his face a little red. "Uh, nothing," he said embarrassed, rubbing his eye. He looked at Slade, smiling. "Just a weird dream I think. I'm already beginning to forget it. It's vanishing, like all dreams do."
A sudden cold sting passed through the both of them. Slade and Robin both looked at each other, stunned. After a long pause, Slade raised his voice.
"But some don't want to vanish, hm?"
Robin looked at him like there was nothing else to look at, lost in his sight. "Yeah…maybe…"
Slade smiled behind his mask. "Well, you've slept for far too long. At least eight days. I couldn't wake you since you were in a coma-like state. After you get your strength back, we will continue our training. How does that sound?"
Robin only nodded. He lay back down while Slade went back to his work. A thought suddenly occurred to him. Robin sat back up and looked at Slade.
"Slade?" The man looked up from his work to look at his apprentice. "Why was I in a coma?"
Slade blinked in confusion. "Don't you remember would happened eight days ago?"
Robin shook his head. "No."
Slade wasn't sure if he wanted to tell the whole truth, but he assumed Robin would remember soon enough once his strength came back. Traumatizing occurrences like the one he had gone through didn't just disappear from your memory bank.
"You fell very ill with a fever," he answered. "Wintergreen said it was due to the fact that my lair is too dark and cold for someone who is not used to it. He was more than happy to point out that you only needed more sunlight."
Robin nodded, having to agree with this Wintergreen. Something stirred deep within his stomach suddenly. He blushed. "I need to use the bathroom."
Slade chuckled lightly. "I think you can get to it by yourself easily."
Robin slowly turned towards the edge of the bed. He placed his numb feet on the carpeted floor. Slade watched as he stumbled slightly and almost fell. He managed to keep his balance by holding the edge of the nightstand. He slowly walked to the adjacent bathroom, closing the door behind him. Going to the toilet, Robin lowered his boxers. He closed his eyes as his horribly full bladder was relieved of its fluids. He was feeling better already. When he went to flush the toilet, Robin noticed how dark it looked. His eyes opened wide.
'Blood!'
The event eight days ago suddenly hit Robin like a ton of bricks. He remembered that he and Slade had been training when he became lightheaded. The villain had knocked him down with a roundhouse kick and he couldn't get up. Slade had commanded him to get to his feet, but since he could not- Robin shuddered. Tears formed in his eyes. He shook his head to clear his mind. Willing the tears to disappear, he opened his eyes and looked into the toilet sadly. He flushed it and walked back to the door. When it opened, Slade was standing in the way, staring down at him. Robin hadn't realized he was almost in there for ten minutes.
"Is everything okay, Robin?" The boy didn't meet Slade's gaze. He stared at him, confused. He could see the tears forming in Robin's eyes. He soon came to realize- "You remember, don't you?" Robin could only nod sadly. Slade's eye narrowed slightly in concern. "I'm-" Slade stopped, his arms raised. Looking down, he saw Robin hugging his middle. He snuggled his head into his chest. He started to sob quietly against him, tears leaking heavily from his unmasked eyes. Slade wrapped his arms around Robin's shivering form when he continued his sobs. He closed his eye, holding him tight. "I'm sorry. It's alright now. Shh."
Slade held the back of Robin's head, gently running his fingers through his unkempt hair. Somehow it was still soft, even after the fever and eight days of no bathing. The motion with his fingers seemed to calm Robin down exceptionally. His sobs diminished, but he continued to shed tears. At least he was calming down… They had stayed in each others' arms for a good five minutes before Slade decided to push Robin back, his hands on his shoulders, to talk to him. His blue eyes were glistening with tears, falling down his cheeks. Slade carefully wiped them away.
"It's alright, Robin. You can stop crying now. Everything's alright." Slade got down on one knee to reach Robin's height. "I promise."
Robin stared at Slade's mask with teary eyes and a weak frown on his face. He just realized that the man could see his identity, but Robin couldn't see Slade's. He slowly raised his left arm, placing his slightly shaking hand on the black side of his mask. Slade made no notion of stopping him. He stared at Robin with a soft look in his usually cold grey one.
"C-Can I see…your face?" he asked shyly.
Slade stared intently at the boy he had hurt. He wanted to be a father figure to him, not a rapist. Slade nodded. "If you insist." Robin's hand slid off Slade's mask, returning it to his side. He closed his eyes when Slade pushed him back a step before moving his hands to the back of his head. With a soft click, Slade dropped his mask to the floor with a clatter. Robin's breath caught in his throat even though he hadn't opened his eyes yet. "Do you plan on standing there with your eyes closed or are you going to look at me like you wanted?" Slade asked, teasing him gently.
Taking a shuddering, deep breath, Robin slowly opened his eyes, one at a time, until he could clearly see Slade's face. He could actually see his face this time, unlike in his dreams, which were slowly coming back to him. Robin swallowed as he stared at him. Slade had unruly, white hair, a black eye patch over his right eye, a handsome, kind of pale, face and, to Robin, looked way too sexy for his own good. He suddenly wondered why he would think of such a thing when he was in love with Starfire. Besides, how old was Slade? The villain suddenly smirked. Did Robin say that out loud? He looked down, his face turning a very dark red.
"Wh-Wh-What I meant to say was-"
Slade placed his finger to Robin's lips to hush him. He raised his face by his chin. "If I knew you'd make that reaction, I would have taken my mask off sooner," he joked. Robin smiled and blushed in embarrassment. Slade suddenly frowned softly. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"
Robin had stopped blushing, his face quickly becoming pale. He looked back at the floor. "Well I…I don't-"
Slade gently grasped Robin's arm. The boy looked straight at him. "If you don't tell anyone what I look like, I won't tell anyone what color eyes you have. Do we have a deal?"
Fear suddenly appeared in Robin's eyes. A flashback of the day Slade blackmailed him into this hell hole flashed in his mind. He started to shiver. "P-Please don't ask me th-that." Robin closed his eyes tight, tears streaming down his face again. Slade could feel him trembling under his touch. "P-Please. Take that back."
Robin's knees buckled. He fell heavily against Slade's large, warm frame. The villain quickly held him by the arms against his body so that he wouldn't fall. Robin cried heavily against his chest, just wanting someone to cling on to.
"Let me rephrase; do you promise not to tell?"
Robin took a moment to reply while he sniffed and cleared his throat. He opened his watery eyes, staring at Slade's strong chest. "I-I won't tell anyone."
Slade wrapped his arms around him, one arm across his upper back and the other above his waist. He ran his hand through his hair. "Robin? What do I need to do to make you trust me again? I have to know. What do you need?"
Robin wrapped his arms around his neck. There was one big thing he really needed right now; food and a bath. Not to mention his mouth was terribly dry. He had been out of commission for eight days.
"A bath and food would be nice," he said, his voice muffled by Slade's chest.
The man chuckled, his chest vibrating. "That should have been out first priority from the start." They both released each other. Slade stood up and wiped his tears off his cheeks. "I will bring you a towel and clean clothes while you get in the bathtub."
Nodding, Robin went back into the bathroom and examined the shower. He turned the hot water knob on full blast and the cold only slightly to the left. Finding the plug, he stuck it in the drain and waited for the tub to fill completely. He turned off the water and pulled off his filthy boxers before stepping in and sitting in the steaming hot water. Slade soon entered the bathroom with clean black boxers and white shorts. He set a soft, black towel on the toilet before looking at Robin, who was mostly covered by the rising steam.
"Why do you do this stuff, Slade?" he suddenly asked, not looking at him.
Slade raised his eyebrows in question. "Do what?"
Robin slowly looked at him. "This villain thing. Why do you make people suffer? Don't you ever feel sorry for what you do to people? I mean, isn't killing the same as raping someone?"
Crouching down by the side of the tub, Slade stuck his finger in the water and swirled it around slowly. "No, Robin, it isn't the same. Death is quick and painless when I perform it. The people don't suffer. Death is a part of life. Yes, society frowns upon it, but they don't realize that dying is the answer to eternal peace." Slade looked at the water. "Rape is painful, Robin. It lasts for a while. It doesn't take two seconds. Not to mention it could happen again. You only die once after all."
Robin stared intently at Slade, mulling this information over in his head. The man had a point, he had to admit. Robin hadn't really thought of death that way before. His parents hadn't suffered, had they? Their death was quick? Had they felt pain when their bodies hit the floor? Robin looked away at those thoughts.
"Did my parents suffer?"
Slade looked at him, slightly off guard. Yes, he knew the true identity of his apprentice. His parents had died during a circus performance. He was adopted by Bruce Wayne, who had been there at the time. What Robin didn't realize was that Slade had been there too. He had seen his parents' bodies hit the floor. He had calculated the impact. They had died instantly. There was no pain. Slade smiled lightly.
"I'm sure they died without pain."
Robin looked down at the water. "I hope so."
They were both silent for a while. Slade stood up and reached across the tub. He grabbed shampoo and conditioner bottles. "Do you trust me?"
Robin looked at Slade. "Should I?"
"If you want to."
Robin didn't answer right away. "I guess I trust you, a little."
Slade nodded. "Since you are still weak from being in bed for days, you shouldn't strain your body for a few more. I will have to take care of you."
"Oh." Robin rubbed the back of his head. "You're not going to drown me, are you?"
Slade chuckled. "Of course not. If you trust me, then take a deep breath and we'll get you cleaned up."
Swallowing his nervousness down, Robin nodded. He carefully fell backwards, taking a deep breath. He went under the water. Slade leaned over and ran his hand through his hair to get it soaked. He helped him sit back up, water running over his face. Opening the shampoo, Slade poured the cool gel over Robin's hair. He lathered it up gently, making sure to get every inch of his head. Ten minutes later, Robin wrapped the towel around his waist. Slade drained the water and left so he could get dressed. Robin quickly pulled on the boxers and shorts. He walked out of the bathroom, feeling much better already. Slade was sitting in his chair, facing him.
"Come sit." Robin walked over to him, turned around, and sat down. Slade took the towel and started to dry his hair before grabbing a comb. "Just to warn you, I don't do this sort of thing. Never had to care for a sick child."
Robin shrugged. "You're not doing a bad job of it."
"Yes, well, I hope to never have to do it again," Slade said.
Robin smiled a little. "Not even for me?"
Slade paused his next stroke of the comb. He was quiet for a moment. He smirked softly. "I'm willing to make an exception."
Robin rubbed at his eye and then blurted out, "I like you, Slade. I like you a lot."
Slade was taken aback by this. How could anyone like someone like him? He soon smiled. "I like you too, Robin."
The boy yawned. Once Slade was done combing his hair, Robin leaned back against his legs and closed his eyes. Slade set the comb aside before gently petting his head. Robin thought it felt really nice. It was so nice, in fact, that he was drifting towards blissful darkness. Soon, his whole world went black.
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