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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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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
After a day, Robin was walking around again, but he didn't overdo it. He spent most of his time alone in the house. Slade had decided to give him his space after the whole confession thing. It didn't stop him from monitoring his live camera footage every now and again though. He was keeping it a secret from him as well. Robin wouldn't be happy with him if he found out.
That night at six, Robin was leaning over his dinner plate, using his fork to move his peas around lazily. Slade was trying to fix a video camera that a bird had flown into earlier that day across from him. He had to replace the cracked screen and either replace the broken wires or put electrical tape on them. Glancing up only slightly, Robin saw him concentrating.
"Are you waiting for the camera to magically repair itself there, Slade?"
Slade didn't look up as he practically mumbled, "I am trying to decide, how I should deal with these, wires. Should I replace them entirely, or just tape the exposed areas with electric tape…?"
Robin thought the answer would be plainly obvious. "If they're not snapped apart, then just patch them. No use wasting money on brand new wires that'll probably break sooner rather than later." He looked back at his plate. "And here I thought I was the dumb one…"
Slade just shrugged, set the camera down, and got up. While he was gone, Robin set down his fork, picked up his plate, and then went to the sink to toss his peas in the drain. He then turned the water on to clean the sink. Slade returned with a roll of black tape. Noticing Robin by the sink as he rinsed his plate out of the corner of his eye, he looked up.
"Did you just-?"
Robin set his plate down and then turned to him. "I don't care what you do to me, I will never eat peas for as long as I live."
"That's not what I- I don't have a garbage disposal."
Robin was stone faced for a few seconds before he looked stunned and outraged. "WHAT?! Seriously?! No garbage disposal?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Honestly, who doesn't own a garbage disposal! They're one of the best inventions man has ever made! I can't believe you have so much technology, but no garbage disposal?! That's crazy! You're crazy! You need your brain checked because there is definitely something wrong with you! I mean, shit!" Robin spun around, showing his back to Slade. "No garbage disposal…how pathetic…"
Slade pretended to ignore the muttered last sentence and sat back down to continue fixing the camera. Robin was putting his hand into the drain to grab the peas and then putting them back on his plate. Tearing off a piece of tape, Slade grabbed the first unraveled copper wire, twisted it tautly, and then wrapped the tape carefully around it. He kept glancing at Robin as he worked, catching every mutter he spoke.
"You're cute when you're angry."
Robin bumped his elbow against the side of the sink as he pulled his hand out a seventh time in his surprise. He slammed his pea-filled hand onto the plate, feeling and hearing them squish underneath. Slade couldn't help but smirk softly. Spinning around, Robin glared at him.
"Don't start that shit." Setting the camera down after a pause, Slade stood up, turned, and stepped towards him. Turning, Robin backed into the sink, gripping the edge with both hands. "Don't you dare…"
Stepping right up to him, Slade grabbed his hands and leaned over him. Robin stared up at his face with semi-wide eyes. Slade smiled, catching him off guard. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't picture his face to be one of a villain or killer. Slade was-
"You should…relax." Gently gripping his chin with his pointer finger and crook of his thumb, Slade tilted his head back only slight. Robin's claws slowly appeared on his fingertips and he readied himself to claw his face if he got any closer. "No…"
Robin gripped the sink tighter, ready to do it, but when Slade kissed him gently, he froze. He wasn't sure if it was the command or the kiss that made him do it, but it didn't matter. Slade's slightly chapped, moist lips against his own felt…felt right. But why? Why was Robin okay with another male kissing him when he was adamant about being straight? It just didn't make sense.
When Robin didn't move, Slade pressed his lips a bit harder to his mouth. Then his fingers slowly released his chin and he moved his hand to his neck. He pressed his thumb gently to his throat. That's when Robin swallowed and then right after opened his mouth a few centimeters. He wasn't sure why he did it. Maybe Slade just had a way with making others do things without having to say anything. Robin's eyes were now almost closed and his mouth was open a little wider. This allowed Slade to slip the tip of his tongue inside to cautiously explore the new territory. It brushed against Robin's teeth and then found the tip of his tongue. That's when Robin closed his eyes and relaxed completely. Taking that as a sign, Slade pursued his mouth harder, moved further up against him, and placed his other hand to his hip. His grip on his neck tightened imperceptibly as he got bolder in his escapade.
As the kissing continued, Robin's tail rose into the air and touched Slade's thigh. What was strange was the fact that it attempted to wrap around him, but it wasn't long enough. However, it wasn't weak, despite the looks of it, and it seemed able to pull Slade's waist right into Robin's navel. In turn, it allowed it to wrap slightly around him, almost possessively. Robin wasn't aware of it since he was too preoccupied with the man's tongue massaging his own, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was Slade and the way he overpowered him by touch alone.
Almost as soon as it started, Slade stopped and pulled away slightly. Robin's breathing was more elaborate and he didn't seem to notice that he had stopped. Slade examined his less than flushed face, trying to picture what it would look like if he allowed him to go further. Suddenly feeling the tail tip brush lightly against his ass, he unnoticeably lowered his hand from his neck and lightly caressed it. It bristled under his touch and Robin regained full consciousness. Gritting his teeth and growling ever so lightly, Robin slapped him in the face. Slade's head turned to the left a bit. Robin shoved past him and headed for the hall.
"Go buy yourself a goddamn garbage disposal."
Slade's arms were at his sides now that the hip and tail was gone. Looking at the floor, he chuckled softly. In the bathroom, Robin was washing his hands. His lips were still tingling somewhat and felt a bit wet. Even his tongue was feeling the aftereffects of Slade's poison. He raked his teeth across it, trying to make it go away. After washing his hands, he gripped the sides of the sink and then looked into the mirror. He saw his tired reflection staring back at him. Robin wasn't sure what to think about the kiss in terms of what it all meant. It wasn't because he had never kissed anyone before, but the fact that it almost felt the same way as his first kiss. Not in the sense of texture of the lips, but of how it made him feel emotionally. Physically it was different, but the emotional aspect was the same. Robin hated to admit it, but he had enjoyed Slade's kiss. Problem was, he didn't know whose kiss he liked more.
Sighing, Robin lowered his gaze and then stepped away. He dried his hands on the hand towel on the wall opposite the toilet and then left. He entered his room, ignored the darkness around him, and got into bed, falling asleep instantly.

Two days later, Robin decided to start training again, now that he was mostly back to normal. His side no longer hurt and he felt better. He had also forgotten the kiss he and Slade had shared the other night. Slade had just taken advantage of his weakened state from the garbage disposal rant and it meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's how Robin saw it and that's how it would stay.
For the first part of training in the early afternoon, he programmed a robot to simply be a punching bag. It wouldn't move or defend itself from his attacks. For an hour he attacked it, as a warm-up. Then he changed the program to that of a defense robot. It would attempt to block all of Robin's attacks, but not attack back. He wanted to build up more speed, physically and mentally. If he could figure out how to instantly counter a block, then he could break down anyone's defenses. By the time he was done with that part of his training, a bullet would never touch him again. For four hours Robin tried to counter the robot's blocks with not much success. He was making progress though and that's what mattered. Soon he'd be confident enough to never miss.
After a half hour break and three hours before dinner, Robin programmed a fighting robot that put both offense and defense into its regime. When it was ready, they stood at opposite ends of the concrete arena, staring each other down. Since this was a Level 5 robot, it wouldn't attack first. Bending his knees slightly and growing out his claws, Robin crossed his arms in front of him and, tightening his fingers, came up with a plan of attack. Once he fully had it, he threw his hands back and then charged the robot. His arms hung down to his sides, getting ready to throw an overhead swipe for its face. When he was getting close, the robot bent its knees and then charged.
For the first hour, both opponents tried to dodge the other rather than trying to hit or kick constantly. Robin had managed to tap the robot's shoulder, neck, and arms a few times each. However, it landed more near misses than he did and in more locations. Robin had even tripped once. In the next half hour their battle plans increased and became stronger. They were touching each other more often than before and Robin was getting better at reading its movements. Its speed and agility increased. Robin was having trouble stepping up. Sweat covered his face and chest and dripped constantly. His hair lay flat on his forehead, dripping with sweat. He shook it out of his eyes before the robot started trying to confuse him. It feinted several times and would run circles around him. Robin tried to keep up with it, but all the circling around was making him dizzy.
Having an idea, Robin stopped moving and closed his eyes. Keeping his ears and sixth sense raised, he let his instincts take over. The softest sound caught his enhanced ears and he thought he could see a blur in his mind's eye. Concentrating on it, Robin willed it to slow down and become predictable. He suddenly ducked as a leg came at the back of his head. Spinning around, Robin lashed out and grabbed what felt like the robot's ankle. With a firm grip on it, he jumped up and spun around, kicking what felt like the robot's head. There was a satisfying crack and a spark as his leg finished the kick. The sound of metal crashing into the floor made him drop the robot's ankle and open his eyes. He smirked when he saw it lying on the floor, its head severed a few feet away.
Standing up straight, Robin smacked his hands together as he moved them up and down opposite of each other. He was very proud of himself and was looking forward to a hot shower before dinner. After performing some stretches to limber himself up, he walked to the dojo door and pulled it open, only to be hit hard by an even faster blur than the severed-headed robot. He crashed into the floor, a growl passing his clenched teeth. The dojo door slammed shut and then beeped. Pushing his body up, Robin was about to yell at whatever hit him, but stopped, his eyes widening. Swallowing, he stood up.
"Something tells me you're not one of Slade's robots," he said, stepping back a few feet.
Yes, this robot was much more different from Slade's. Instead of black, its parts were of shining silver. It had a smooth, pill-shaped head with no eyes attached to a neck with many thick wires attached to its chest and shoulders. Its body was slim and covered in silver metal. Its feet were also made of metal and the toes were long and sharp. The hands were covered in silver gloves with metal cuffs around the wrists. In certain places the thick wires were exposed, mostly in the legs and neck area. The robot had a mouth that looked like a jagged line, like teeth, and it remained closed. The robot didn't attack, which unnerved Robin. Where had it even come from? Did Slade know it was here?
'Probably not,' Robin thought. He growled at the robot. "What do you want?" Robin tensed when the robot lifted and crossed its arms in front of its chest. Sharp blades on each finger slowly came out. They were fairly thin compared to its pointed toes. Robin snorted. "Hell, I have those." Lifting his own hands, he allowed his claws to come out. The robot was still momentarily before retracting the blades. Robin smirked. "Not as tough as you look." The words hardly left his mouth before long, sharp blades came out of the robot's wrists. Robin suddenly looked disheartened, his eyes wide. "Well shit-"
With faster speed than Slade's robot, the fighter-bot attacked. Robin didn't have time to react before the force of it knocked him back. After crashing into the floor, he rolled over and slid back on his hands and feet. He dug his claws into the floor, shifted his knees into alignment, and then charged the robot. It, too, moved swiftly to attack head on. Sliding around on all fours, Robin lifted his legs with the help of his hands, aiming a high kick at the fighter-bot's right blade as it attacked with it. It quickly attacked with its left blade, aiming for Robin's stomach. He quickly rolled his body to the right while lifting his left hand from the floor. The robot moved right past him, the blade stabbing the concrete floor and cracking it. Robin, with both of his hands on the floor again, back flipped to land on his feet. Being right next to it, he turned to the side and then jumped back. The fighter-bot's mouth started to open, the sound of bolts screeching as they turned coming from it. Robin's eyes slowly widened in disgust and intimidation when the robot's head slowly turned towards him, a slimy pink tongue hanging out and dripping some kind of clear blue saliva onto the floor. Robin had a feeling that if it had eyes, they would look scary and amused. But its face alone looked like it was amused to see him so freaked out and disgusted, so not having eyes didn't matter.
The robot suddenly turned, aiming its left blade at Robin's face. He quickly forced himself backwards at a far tilt, one leg tucked with the other half sticking out, his arms bent, and his elbows pointed back slightly. The robot zoomed out of sight. Robin's wolf senses couldn't detect its movements in time before he was knocked sideways in mid-air. He spun a few times, crashing into the floor twice. Crashing onto his side, he slid back, digging the nails of his left hand into the floor to stop himself. Eyes partly closed, Robin rolled and spun his legs in the air as the robot came down at him from above, the blade glinting in the light as it aimed for his chest. He managed to knock its arm away and attempted to hit its stomach with the sole of his foot. It slid right on by as it turned slightly to dodge it. With Robin's legs spread, he was completely vulnerable.
Landing with its knees on either side of him, the robot placed its hands to the floor by his shoulders and attempted to bite him. Quickly lifting his hands, Robin slammed them into its head and forced it back. He struggled to get his leg in between them to kick it off, but froze when he felt saliva on his fingers. Staring at the robot with wide, disgusted eyes, he watched it lick his hand and then wrap halfway around it. He shivered at the wetness that was making his skin crawl. Feeling disgusted, Robin finished his previous move, managing to land a hit to the robot's gut. It fell back by the force of the kick, its tongue sliding away from his hand. Robin quickly pushed hard away from it with his other foot, sliding back a bit. He then scrambled to his feet and stepped as far away as he could from the fighter-bot. That thing would not lick him again, that was for sure.
After being in its very bent back position, the robot lifted itself up and then stood. It closed its mouth, making Robin feel only the slightest bit better. He wouldn't be completely fine until this thing was destroyed. He paid close attention to its blades, which had blue liquid bubbling within them. Robin could only guess that it was an ability for the robot. Maybe the blades injected the liquid into the body when stabbed? Question was, what would the liquid do once it was inside his veins? Well, Robin was not going to find out. The blades would not slice him if he had anything to say about it.
Getting into a fighting stance, Robin pumped himself up and quickly relaxed his mind in order to concentrate. If he wanted to stop the robot, he had to calculate its position and speed in order to successfully dodge an attack and then counter. He wanted to end this quickly and smoothly. Finally feeling refreshed, Robin charged, his claws at the ready.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Slade was setting up the kitchen to make dinner. He was unaware of Robin's predicament. Luckily it wouldn't take long to make the boxed dinner he had planned: macaroni and cheese that had the large curved noodles with bacon pieces, green beans and corn, and a salad. Robin needed something hearty for once if he ever wanted to fully recover quickly. He boiled the water, poured in the macaroni, and stirred. After fifteen minutes he was adding the bacon to the cheesy noodles after draining the water and then started on the corn and beans. He added salt and pepper to both, stirred, and then lowered every burner to simmer. He threw the box and cans away, cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and then headed for the dojo. Slade hoped Robin was finishing up so that he didn't have to wait long. Reaching the door a few seconds later, he typed in the code and frowned. ACCESS DENIED had flashed on screen. Thinking he may have hit one too many numbers, he tried again, carefully this time. The same message appeared. At that moment, Slade knew something had to be wrong. Pressing his ear to the door, he listened carefully. He heard intense fighting going on and Robin issuing battle cries every so often. It sounded like he was in trouble. Typing in a much different code, a window appeared in the door and Slade looked through it. Yards away he saw Robin getting thrashed around by something extremely fast.
They soon inched closer to the door. Robin turned to where his back faced Slade, holding his arms up around his face in defense. That's when Slade saw the fighter robot, which really didn't belong to him, appear in front of a surprised Robin. It jumped in the air, spun around in a kick, and sliced into his arms with its clawed toes. He was sent flying towards the door, crashing harshly into it. The window shuddered and cracked and Slade had to step back in surprise. Robin managed to keep his footing, but he was leaning tiredly against the door, panting heavily.
"Robin, are you alright?!"
Robin heard Slade behind him. Standing up straight on shaking legs, he stepped away from the door, about two feet. "G-Get in here!"
"I can't! The pass code changed! You'll have to stall it so I can crack it!"
The robot was already coming in for another attack. Quickly crouching on all fours, Robin bolted sideways and ran, keeping a close eye on the robot. It changed its course and chased him.
"Slade, hurry!"
Going back to the number pad, Slade started typing in every code imaginable, from one number to a whole bunch. He stumbled a few times, seeing as the device wasn't very wide. So far, every attempt was 'access denied'.
"Come on!"
Back in the room, Robin was still running circles around the robot, panting and losing strength fast. Finally looking away from it, he ran forward normally, heading for the wall. He heard the robot getting closer. With his idea going according to plan, he slowed a bit and then jumped at the wall. The robot followed suit, a blade at the ready. What it didn't count on was Robin's powerful jump. Pushing hard off the wall, he turned and leaped right over its head. The blade entered the wall and the robot got stuck. Robin fell and landed ungracefully to the floor, landing and rolling a few feet. He quickly got to his feet and ran clumsily back towards the door.
"What's t-taking you so l-long!"
Slade pushed enter again and still got ACCESS DENIED. "The maximum number of numbers that can be used is twenty-five, so there's an infinite amount of possibilities for the new password!" he explained, still typing and getting the same obnoxious message. "I'm typing as fast as I can!" Slade started to look up. "Just hold-! Robin, behind you!"
Robin had been paying so much attention to Slade that he didn't hear the robot behind him. It grabbed his arm and threw him back towards the middle of the room, his hair flying in front of his face. Robin crashed headfirst into the concrete, his ears getting smashed against his skull. He blacked out only briefly from the hard hit. When he opened his eyes, the robot was beside him, lifting its foot to slam it into his chest. The floor cracked underneath him from the force and he coughed up spit. He fell back after it lifted its foot off. Robin lay there a moment before placing his hands behind his head and jumping to his feet. Growling angrily, he aimed a fast punch to the robot's face. It stumbled backwards several feet before it regained its footing. Robin didn't give it time to recover. He punched its face again and again, forcing it to keep moving back.
The fighter-bot suddenly spun to Robin's right to dodge his next punch. It opened its mouth again, its tongue coming back out. Robin turned to face it. It charged him, saliva flying through the air. It snatched out at him with its hand, but Robin sidestepped to the right and aimed his arm at its mouth. It went in and, as he yanked, tore the top half of the robot's head clean off. The jagged edges sliced into his arm as it fell off after he threw it. Robin stepped forward a few times before stopping and turning to see the damage. His eyes filled with shock and disappointment. The robot was still standing and moving about and its tongue was hanging limp from its base. Its equilibrium was slightly off, which it showed when it started to turn around to face Robin again. He took hasty steps back as the robot clumsily followed him.
Meanwhile, back outside, Slade's fingers were slowing way down from all the hard work. They ached despite his healing ability. It was taking much longer to mend the tendons and muscles since he was still active. Soon they seized up and he had to take a break. Looking through the window, he saw Robin's amazing feat with the top half of the robot's head. He saw the dripping tongue hanging out and wondered why it had such a thing. It was creepy to say the least. And that was saying something, seeing as Slade was used to creepy. With Robin okay and his fingers finally feeling better, he looked back at the numbers and was about to start pushing 3 when something struck the back of his mind. Maybe…
Closing his eyes, Slade lowered his head and chuckled lightly. "Is it really that simple?" Without pressing any numbers, he clicked Enter. ACCESS GRANTED flashed on screen and the door slid open. "So convenient and yet so frustrating…"
If you really wanted to fool hackers, don't set a password because they would eventually give up trying due to frustration. Slade entered the room and saw Robin backing up towards the wall. Since he needed help, he ran towards the robot, his hand curling into a fist at his side.
Robin had no more room to go. He bumped into the wall and stopped due to weakness. He felt extremely tired from the long battle. The robot stopped in front of him, lifted one of its blades, and thrust forward. Lifting his arm, Robin clenched his eyes shut tight and braced himself. He felt the blade pierce him, but it missed the bone and tendon. Blood splattered the floor. The sound of sparking parts suddenly resounded around him. Slowly opening his eyes, Robin saw Slade's arm sticking out of the robot's chest, a round piece with tubing and wiring sticking out of the ends of the axle clenched tightly in his hand. The fighter-bot had stopped moving entirely, its tongue hanging straight down. It still dripped its blue saliva.
Dropping the part from his hand, Slade slowly pulled his arm out and then stepped to the robot's right side. Grabbing its wrist, he yanked the blade out of Robin's arm and then pushed the robot over. It crashed loudly into the floor, lying motionless and dead. Its tongue rolled back into its throat, almost as if it swallowed it. Robin let out a huge sigh as he relaxed, dropping his head.
"Thanks." Grabbing his wrist, Slade examined his arm. The blood was partly crusted over the wound. Upon closer inspection he saw a faint blue liquid inside the gash. Robin looked down at it too, saw the unknown liquid, and wondered what it could be. Like a ton of bricks, he felt his body start to weaken even more and his vision was blurring. He instantly recognized the effect and groaned. "Man, not again!"
Slade glanced up at his face. "What?"
Robin's knees gave way and he fell. Slade quickly caught him before he could hit the floor. Robin rested his head against his chest and slowly lowered his eyelids. "More damn…poison," he said weakly, before closing his eyes and collapsing into Slade.
With Robin unconscious, Slade ran his hand through his hair and then scratched the back of one ear. A soft smile graced his lips. For now, he fantasized that Robin was merely asleep and completely unaware of the amazing, gentle touch. Which was true, minus the sleeping part. The fantasy quickly ended as he remembered dinner and the fact that it was probably ruined. And Robin's wounds needed tending to. So, picking him up in his arms like a five year old, Slade turned and headed out of the dojo, leaving the robot behind.

To Be Continued…
- 8
- 9
- 10
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