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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
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 some OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Two of the wolf's warnings from last chapter presents themselves in this one. Read to find out which ones!
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Due to having trouble falling asleep during the night, Robin slept in until eleven. Slade hadn't bothered waking him up sooner because he wasn't there. He had gone into town without Robin knowing. He wasn't back yet. Sitting up in bed, Robin stretched and yawned, his tail stretching out along with him. When he was done, it fell with a soft thump on the bed. His stomach suddenly growled.
"Okay, okay, we'll get lunch."
Standing up, Robin left the room, used the bathroom, and then entered the kitchen. He looked in the fridge and saw a few eggs left and sprinkled cheese. Taking both out and a tub of butter, he decided to make a grilled, scrambled egg with cheese sandwich. While the eggs cooked after breaking them open, Robin got out bread, a plate, and a glass. He poured himself orange juice and set it aside. Taking a knife and the butter, he plopped a dollop into his sandwich skillet and let it melt while he waited for his eggs. He flipped them over and added the sprinkle cheese to get it melting. Soon, everything was cooked to perfection. Robin used a spoon to scoop eggs up and place them on his lightly toasted bread slices. He turned off the stove, grabbed his plate and orange juice, and went to the table. He sat down, picked up his sandwich with his bare hands, and took a big bite from the top corner.
For the next five minutes Robin ate his lunch, feeling better than the night before. Food was comfort to him it seemed. Fighting crime used to do that, before he became part wolf. With that out of the picture, he had to rely on exercise and food. And maybe a bit of hunting too.
Robin's ear perked up and then turned towards the living room. A lock clicked and the front door opened. Turning around, Robin sniffed the air, recognizing Slade's scent. Relaxing, he turned back around and finished his last bite of sandwich. He heard Slade enter the kitchen, but then stop suddenly.
"If you even think about turning around-"
Robin grabbed his glass. "I won't. I'm tempted, but I won't."
With a nod, Slade went to the counter and set a few grocery bags down. "When you're done, help me bring bags in."
Robin downed his orange juice as Slade left down the hall. After placing his plate and glass in the sink and he washed his hands, he headed outside. A few feet from the front door, a black Convertible with the top down sat there, waiting. The trunk was open. Robin went over and grabbed a few bags in each hand. He was heading back in when Slade came back out, wearing his mask. When his back was to him, Robin stuck his tongue out and then hurried into the house. It took a few minutes to bring everything inside. Then they started unpacking the bags and putting groceries away. Halfway done, Robin thought of something funny. He chuckled. Slade glanced at him.
"And what is so funny?"
Robin put a carton of milk in the fridge. "Oh, nothing. I just pictured you pushing a shopping cart around in a store."
Slade snorted softly. "There you go again…"
"I didn't say anything bad," Robin said with a laugh. "I just find it funny, that's all."
"I could say the same thing about you."
Robin started stuffing the plastic bags into one another. "There's a big difference between you and me: I don't have a face plate attached to my head."
Slade closed a cupboard and then turned to him. Taking the bags from him, he tied the handles together. Robin tensed his shoulders and closed his eyes when he hit him on the head with it.
"Wash your dishes and then clean the bathrooms."
After putting the bags under the sink, Slade left. Grumbling, Robin washed his dishes, dried them, and put them back where he found them. For an hour he cleaned Slade's bathroom and the one in the hallway. Robin wondered why he had two to begin with, but decided not to ask. The cabin could have been made long ago, abandoned, and then discovered by Slade. He very well could have fixed it up and left it at that. Robin then wondered when he would have had time to do it when, as far as he knew, he had been a villain for twenty or so years. He quickly realized that he was assuming again. Robin didn't know how old Slade was and he didn't know when he started being a criminal either. Or he should say ex-criminal.
After putting his cleaning supplies away in the hall closet, Robin went looking for Slade. He was bored again and wanted to see if he felt like sparring. He checked his room first, but he wasn't there. Then he checked the living room and kitchen, but still nothing. So then he tried the spare bedroom that Slade was lending him. He found him by the window, putting a new screen on. Robin sat on the bed that had been made.
"Erm, sorry about that," he said, playing with his tail. "I can't open the window and I wanted some fresh air last night without walking through the house, so…"
"You went out for more than just air."
Robin blinked in surprise. "Um, what? How did you know that?"
After Slade closed the glass separation, he turned to him. "Do you need a history lesson?"
"Huh?"
Sighing, Slade headed for the door. "I'll show you." Standing up, Robin followed Slade to his bedroom. He lifted the lid to his laptop. On the desktop, there was a camera symbol. He double-clicked it and four camera screens appeared. "If anything makes contact with the cabin or dojo, a silent, flashing alarm goes off on the wall by my bed and I come over here to check my footage. There are cameras in every room and outside both buildings on all sides. I checked your bedroom camera and saw you talking to that crow. I saw you cut the screen out and leave. The cameras didn't see where you went, so I don't know why you followed it in the first place."
Well Robin wasn't about to tell him. Instead, he asked, "So…what's my history lesson?"
Slade went back to close the window and then turned to him. "The lesson is that I have cameras everywhere. Well, almost everywhere."
Robin looked at the floor, feeling stupid. "Oh."
The room got quiet. Slade stared at Robin for a long time, watching him play with his tail. His eyes slowly narrowed softly. Stepping around behind him to stand on his left, he placed his arm over his shoulder and held him to his side. Robin's tail fell from his slack grip and he turned his head to the right to see his arm, his eyes slightly wide in confusion. What the heck was up with that?
"Robin, there is something that's been on my mind for a while now and I think it's about time to tell you what that is." Slade started to guide Robin to the door. "I'm not exactly sure how to tell you this without discomforting you, but I've noticed something different about you. I've noticed something that I never would normally say to you or anyone else." They stepped out of the room. Grabbing both arms, Slade turned Robin around and pressed his back to the wall. Robin's heart started pounding in his chest. His tail was fidgety and trying to get his attention, but the fierceness of Slade's eye paralyzed him. "You may or may not remember me saying this when I first found you after your wolf transformation, but I'm going to repeat it either way. Even after you became a human again, I still stand by what I said." Slade paused, probably for dramatic effect. Regardless, Robin didn't like it. "You are very adorable, Robin."
Robin's eyes widened in surprise. "Huh?"
Slade took a step closer, pinning him to the wall. "Last night, while chasing you through the trees, I couldn't help but notice how adorable and cute you were being. For the first time in a long time, I had fun. And, just now, when you played with your tail, I couldn't help but think it was the cutest thing in the world. As I've already said, I've never felt this way toward anyone and have never told anyone what I just told you. I feel like a void, that has been a part of me for a very long time, has finally been filled since you've been here. I know it's only been a few days, but sometimes these things happen in a short amount of time. I haven't had these feelings that I have now for a very long time. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
Robin hadn't a clue. He literally needed Slade to spell it out for him because he was stumped. Suddenly, the words that the wolf said to him entered his mind: hiding true feelings. Robin realized what the wolf was talking about now. Slade was hiding or bottling up his feelings. But what feelings were those? Were they good or bad? Robin suddenly felt like he didn't want to know.
"What are you trying to say? You're just as confusing as the crow and the wolf. Just spit it out!" Robin's eyes widened in surprise. His face turned beet red. "Wh-What…?"
A strange sensation jolted through his gut. Slade stared at his face as he continued to gently knead his knee into his crotch. He then leaned his face in close. "I want you, Robin. I want you to be mine and only mine. I want you to give yourself up to me and stay by my side for as long as you live. I want you to give me everything."
Robin was stunned for a split second. Then, quickly lifting his hands, he tried shoving Slade away by the shoulders. "N-No! This isn't right!" Slade gripped his arms tighter and shoved him back against the wall. "STOP TOUCHING ME!"
"Robin, calm-"
Growing out his claws, Robin smacked him in the face, hearing his mask crack as he slashed into it. Slade's head jerked to the side, giving Robin enough room to slip out from against the wall and run down the hall. Regaining his balance, Slade threw his mask off and ran after him. He caught up to him halfway into the living room and then tackled him to the floor. Robin growled as his heavy weight fell on him.
"Get off me!"
Slade got up slightly, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him around. Ignoring the fact his face was exposed, Robin quickly slashed into it with his right hand. Slade growled in pain as blood splattered the floor. Placing his hand to his good eye, he sat back and clenched both shut. Robin quickly kicked him in the gut after getting his legs free. With Slade half-writhing on the floor because of the burning pain in his eye, Robin was able to quickly crawl away from him. He bolted forward in his crouched position and then got up to run. After leaping over the back of the couch, Robin reached the door, yanked it open, and ran out, heading for the forest. He was only a few feet from the thicket of trees when a shadow up ahead caught his eye. He suddenly slid to a halt and then took a hasty step back, his eyes wide in fear. Coming out of the shadows, the hunter, Clay, appeared, a shotgun in his hands. He was a little roughed up and had a few cuts and scrapes on his face. Bruises covered the visible parts of his arms. The butt end of a cigarette hung limp in the corner of his mouth, which had a split bloody lip.
"You're such a pain in my ass," he said, spitting it out. "I've trekked through this damn forest alone for days, no thanks to your friend blowing up my truck. My men were a bunch of wimps and left me for dead. But now I've found you." Lifting the gun to his face, Clay looked through his scope and got a clear shot of Robin. He took a shaky step back while raising his hands in defense. "Say good night, boy."
Clay gently pressed his finger to the trigger, gripped the shotgun tight, and then fired. At that split second, Robin tried moving to the right. Meanwhile, Slade rolled over and slowly got to his feet. He stumbled back into the hall, entered the bathroom, and turned on the cold water. With both hands, he splashed water on his face, the claw marks stinging his face. Once the pain passed, he slowly lowered his hands and examined his eye in the mirror. The sclera was almost fully covered in veins, but they were vanishing rather fast. His eye was almost back to normal when he heard the sound of a gun go off. Pivoting, Slade's eyes widened in shock.
"ROBIN!"
Pushing away from the sink, Slade sprinted out the door, down the hallway, leaped over the couch when he was only a few feet away, and yanked the door open. Near the end of the property line, Clay stepped towards Robin, who was on the ground. He gripped his side, blood staining his fingers and hand. The bullet that hit him was a regular bullet, but it was still coated in the poison from before. Robin was too afraid to move as Clay aimed the shotgun at him with his arm outstretched.
"I'm so going to enjoy watching you scream for your life."
Clay pressed his finger to the trigger and— An S-shaped boomerang came hurtling through the air. Robin fell back in surprise when a blade slammed into the middle of Clay's forehead. He fell back from the force of the hit, his finger triggering the gun to go off. A bullet vanished through the air. He crashed into the ground, dead as a doornail. His shotgun had fallen from his hand. In haste, Robin tried scrambling backwards to get as far away from him as he could. Slade slid up behind him and grabbed his shoulders. Jolting out of his shocked stupor from the skin-on-skin contact, Robin jumped into his arms, lying sideways. He clenched his eyes shut tight and whimpered in fear. Slade held him close to comfort him.
"I w-was so scared…" Slade held him tight. Robin's body was shaking. "H-He shot me…"
"Shh, you're alright. He can't hurt you anymore."
"H-He shot me! With bullets!"
Slade ran his hand through his hair. Robin's tail wrapped around the wound tightly and his ears were flattened to his skull. His body slowly began to go numb. It stopped shaking half a minute later as the poison spread through his veins. Slade felt him going limp in his hold, making him frown.
"Robin…?"
"P-Poisoned…"
Sitting down, Slade held Robin on his legs, still holding him tight as he grew weaker. "Just let the unconsciousness consume you. You'll be fine by tomorrow."
Robin whimpered weakly as he felt his body drifting. Within seconds, his world darkened around him.

Something cold was being pressed against his skin. Eyes fluttering open, a bright light above Robin momentarily blinded him. He closed them tight and then turned his head. Opening his eyes, he saw Slade standing next to him. He suddenly hissed in pain as his sense of touch was returning.
"I apologize. I'm rubbing my special ointment on your wound. Luckily the bullet only nicked you instead of entering your intestine." Robin tried to sit up, but Slade pushed him back down. "I have to bandage the wound back up when I'm done. Be patient."
Robin relaxed against the pillow, closing his eyes and sighing. "How long was I out?"
"About thirteen hours," Slade said, rubbing what was left of the ointment on a cloth. He then grabbed a dressing roll and started unraveling it. After cutting a lengthy piece off, he started folding it together. He then taped it to Robin's side. "You'll have to rest for a day or two. The wound shouldn't take long to heal."
"Can I sit up at least?"
"I don't see why not." Placing his hands on the bed, Robin slowly and carefully lifted his back off the bed and scooted back. Slade made the backing lift up to meet him. Lowering his arms to the bed, Robin snuggled back against the pillow. "Want the blanket?"
"Sure." Grabbing the black blanket at the foot of the bed, Slade pulled it over him. "Thanks." Slade ran his hand through his hair. Robin jerked his head away. "Don't."
"Relax."
"How can I relax after what you said to me?" Slade didn't reply. Robin glared at him. "It's a good thing I'm eighteen, otherwise you'd be a pedophile for having the thoughts you do. Whether I agree with you or not, you don't go shoving your knee into people's crotches."
Slade turned his eyes away. "I shouldn't have done that, I do admit." Robin's glare softened. Slade looked back at him. "But I meant every word I said. I'm not sure when these feelings actually started, but I was surprised when I realized them. I've trained myself to be emotionless and I can usually keep them hidden. I don't know what changed me."
Robin rested back, sighing. "Well I don't like it. I like females-er girls, not guys. I'm as straight as a doornail. And, subconsciously, I always thought you were, too, but- Well, guess I was wrong."
"Perhaps not."
Robin growled lowly. "You pressed your knee into my crotch. Straight men don't do that to other guys, okay! Either you're gay, straight, or bi. Now I'm not so sure and it is freaking me out!"
Slade took a small step back. "This isn't easy on me either."
Robin blinked in surprise at that. Lowering his gaze, he placed a hand to the bandage on his wound. "That doesn't sound like you at all. Things come naturally to you. You probably would've dodged that bullet if you were me."
Slade snorted softly. "In a situation like yours, yes. But with multiple enemies, even I slip up and get hit. I have the scars to prove it."
Robin was still for a few more seconds. Lifting his right hand, he placed it to his heart. "I've been shot with bullets twice, both times with a single enemy. I have the instincts of a wolf and I couldn't sense him pull the trigger. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic."
Slade wanted to tell him that he wasn't, but decided against it. Instead, he said, "You just need practice, that's all. You weren't born part wolf, so your abilities aren't hereditary." Robin didn't say anything. "I have an idea. While you are in here, meditate for half an hour. Try to tap into your hidden ability and get better. Then, once you're back to normal, we can do some agility and sensory training. I can help you hone your skills."
Robin was silent for a little while longer. Lowering his hand, he slid his hand under the blanket, grabbed his tail, and started playing with it. Slade couldn't help but stare at it. There was something about it that seemed off to him.
"…Training sounds good."
Slade came out of his reverie to look at Robin's face. He gave him a small smile before letting go of his tail and lying down more. "You should get some sleep."
Robin just nodded. After staring at him a few more seconds, Slade turned and walked away. Robin heard the infirmary door open and then close after he left. Looking at it, he stared longingly at it, wondering about his own awkward feelings. Somewhere deep down, he remembered how he felt when Slade and him had chased each other through the trees. It had been the most fun he had since returning to the Titans after his transformation was half reversed. The chase had been exciting. But he only felt that excitement when it was with Slade. Robin had been partly afraid when the hunters chased him. But obviously the situation was different. The hunters were chasing him for a reward. Slade chased Robin because he asked him to.
Deciding to sort these thoughts and feelings out later, Robin lowered himself a bit more, rolled onto his side, and curled up comfortably on the bed. Closing his eyes, he slowly drifted back to sleep, quickly forgetting about that entire day.

To Be Continued…
- 7
- 8
- 9
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