Give Unto Me br
Chapter Onebrbr
Author's Note: Blah Blah Blah you know the deal. I don't own Teen Titans. This is my first fan fic EVER; constructive comments and other nice reviews with be accepted, flames will be ignored and laughed at. You know the deal. I've been watching Teen Titans for awhile and Slade is just my favorite villain....so here I am, writing a fan fic with him in it. ADIEU FUCKING ADIEU AND....*cough* enjoy. brbr
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[Chapter One]brbrbr
He suddenly felt very vunerable in his own room; newspapers and other periodical clippings posted onto his walls all shared the same topic, the same headline: Slade. Someone he didn't feel like thinking about right now. Ever. Of course, he knew that Slade would find every way possible to deny that of Robin and make sure he was the one and only thing he could think about. And right now, it seemed as if it was Slade who was winning that battle over control of Robin's mind. Even in his own room peace and quiet was denied of Robin. His friends....he wanted to go to them right now, he truly did! He could not, though. Their eyes gave away so much from the masks they wore around him. They hoped that their prescence would be that key thing that assuaged him....but they really wanted to know what had happened between him and Slade. No one had the courage to ask...not even Beastboy, and it was his prowess to always speak what was on his mind. brbr
In some morbid way Robin ached to have know more about the inscrutable villain than what he had learned from his short rendezvous with Slade. That was what scared him the most....even more than the looks of questioning and dissapointment from Starfire. Those were the ones that cut him like the sharpest of butcher knives. He cared about her in ways he could not begin to describe. If Slade ever tried to hurt her....Well, Robin just didn't want to think of that.brbr
With a sigh, he looked over to the other side of the room. Gingerly, he made his way over to the ominous-looking mask that he had taken from the Slade robot. While masqerading around town as the villain 'Red X' he had assumed that he had come up with the perfect plan to finally meet with Slade and find out who the villain was once and for all. Why did the mask show only one eye? Had Slade injured his other eye? Was he simply another one of those vain villains who scorned down upon anything that wasn't perfection and wanted to make himself look as perfect as possible? Or...was it simply because Slade just liked the different look, assuming it would add to the inscrutable feeling others got when they were around him? It was a foolish question, Robin knew....but he wanted to know. brbr
Slade had seen through his mask when his friends had believed every single one of his lies. brbr
Did that mean something? Oh, he hoped not!brbr
With enmity washing over him, Robin threw the mask and cursed, watching it dissapear into a dark corner of his room. I don't want to dissapear like that too, he thought bitterly. To succumb to Slade's wishes would mean....oblivion. If he had really become Slade's apprentice like Slade had wanted to, would things have been different now? Would he have liked it better than playing the hero? Robin would admit that the role of hero was extremely cumbersome at times, and many a time he had thought about giving up. Just let the villains win, just let the fighting stop. There were days he was just tired of everything.brbr
Perhaps it was his friends that had kept him from darkness. Maybe it was just Starfire. Ambivalence rocked him like a rock slamming into his skull, and he cursed again, feeling angst begin to usurp his very mind. He wanted to take his anger out on something, punch his hands into a hard object and watch his hand bleed. Pain. Perhaps just not his.brbr
iWhat's going on with me?/ibrbr
Maybe Slade and Starfire had been right. He had a terrible feeling that they both were right. For all her naivette, Starfire was actually full of so much wisdom, even if it all wasn't street smarts. She figured things out that he and the others of the group never even considered. She gave them hope, the fire that kept them all going....he needed her. And Slade....he was just....Slade. No words could describe the seductive villain that he tried his best to hate. brbr
Slade and Starfire had been right. He was like Slade.brbr
But that didn't mean he had to admit it. brbrbr
Chapter Onebrbr
Author's Note: Blah Blah Blah you know the deal. I don't own Teen Titans. This is my first fan fic EVER; constructive comments and other nice reviews with be accepted, flames will be ignored and laughed at. You know the deal. I've been watching Teen Titans for awhile and Slade is just my favorite villain....so here I am, writing a fan fic with him in it. ADIEU FUCKING ADIEU AND....*cough* enjoy. brbr
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[Chapter One]brbrbr
He suddenly felt very vunerable in his own room; newspapers and other periodical clippings posted onto his walls all shared the same topic, the same headline: Slade. Someone he didn't feel like thinking about right now. Ever. Of course, he knew that Slade would find every way possible to deny that of Robin and make sure he was the one and only thing he could think about. And right now, it seemed as if it was Slade who was winning that battle over control of Robin's mind. Even in his own room peace and quiet was denied of Robin. His friends....he wanted to go to them right now, he truly did! He could not, though. Their eyes gave away so much from the masks they wore around him. They hoped that their prescence would be that key thing that assuaged him....but they really wanted to know what had happened between him and Slade. No one had the courage to ask...not even Beastboy, and it was his prowess to always speak what was on his mind. brbr
In some morbid way Robin ached to have know more about the inscrutable villain than what he had learned from his short rendezvous with Slade. That was what scared him the most....even more than the looks of questioning and dissapointment from Starfire. Those were the ones that cut him like the sharpest of butcher knives. He cared about her in ways he could not begin to describe. If Slade ever tried to hurt her....Well, Robin just didn't want to think of that.brbr
With a sigh, he looked over to the other side of the room. Gingerly, he made his way over to the ominous-looking mask that he had taken from the Slade robot. While masqerading around town as the villain 'Red X' he had assumed that he had come up with the perfect plan to finally meet with Slade and find out who the villain was once and for all. Why did the mask show only one eye? Had Slade injured his other eye? Was he simply another one of those vain villains who scorned down upon anything that wasn't perfection and wanted to make himself look as perfect as possible? Or...was it simply because Slade just liked the different look, assuming it would add to the inscrutable feeling others got when they were around him? It was a foolish question, Robin knew....but he wanted to know. brbr
Slade had seen through his mask when his friends had believed every single one of his lies. brbr
Did that mean something? Oh, he hoped not!brbr
With enmity washing over him, Robin threw the mask and cursed, watching it dissapear into a dark corner of his room. I don't want to dissapear like that too, he thought bitterly. To succumb to Slade's wishes would mean....oblivion. If he had really become Slade's apprentice like Slade had wanted to, would things have been different now? Would he have liked it better than playing the hero? Robin would admit that the role of hero was extremely cumbersome at times, and many a time he had thought about giving up. Just let the villains win, just let the fighting stop. There were days he was just tired of everything.brbr
Perhaps it was his friends that had kept him from darkness. Maybe it was just Starfire. Ambivalence rocked him like a rock slamming into his skull, and he cursed again, feeling angst begin to usurp his very mind. He wanted to take his anger out on something, punch his hands into a hard object and watch his hand bleed. Pain. Perhaps just not his.brbr
iWhat's going on with me?/ibrbr
Maybe Slade and Starfire had been right. He had a terrible feeling that they both were right. For all her naivette, Starfire was actually full of so much wisdom, even if it all wasn't street smarts. She figured things out that he and the others of the group never even considered. She gave them hope, the fire that kept them all going....he needed her. And Slade....he was just....Slade. No words could describe the seductive villain that he tried his best to hate. brbr
Slade and Starfire had been right. He was like Slade.brbr
But that didn't mean he had to admit it. brbrbr