It's been a while. This is a bit of a "preview" of something I MIGHT get started on. The problem is, I cant write this unless there's a thunderstorm. Seriously, I've written this over the course of four thunderstorms that just HAPPEN to be going on occasionally, so if it keeps on being that way it will probably take me FOREVER to finish this story. Unless several hurricanes hit Florida this year. XD Please enjoy and tell me what you think! :D


Robin inhaled deeply. The powder struck the back of his throat with a dry, stinging pain, forcing him to cough and heave. He was on his knees next to a dresser in his room. The only light came from the scene outside the windows. Thunderstorm. He tripped to his bed, his whole body heavy with the feeling of guilt and failure. "I'm sorry…" He said allowed to the team he felt like he let down every night he resorted to this. The only response was the storm that growled angrily from the city. Holding his chest and breathing deeply, Robin could feel the drug starting to take effect. He closed his eyes and let it take over. Surprise me. He said in his mind. Take me by force. Speak softly in my ear. If he was lucky, the hallucination would obey. Sometimes the nights would be filled with simple pleasures, but Robin could not escape the true nature of what he craved. The sick, twisted reason he allowed himself to become a slave to the contents of that little vial. It brought HIM. As if back from the dead he would magically reappear. Unchanged. Beautiful. Strong. And with that purring voice. It was not long at all that Robin decided to harvest the dust that had collected on the various items Slade left behind, rotting in the attic. After he found out what it did to him, he had to have more. Now, almost every night, he takes out the slender glass tube and uncorks it, giving in. Slade always came. He was always perfect, just as Robin had remembered him. Finally, however, Robin could behave with him in ways he would never allow himself to in real life. Knowing it was just a hallucination, Robin held nothing back. Tonight, it takes a while. Robin sits on the bed with his eyes closed, imagining that Slade will touch his neck tenderly, or kiss his ear, but nothing happens. He gets up, puts the vial back on the dresser and spots something in the corner of his eye that makes him jump. Just as the lightning strikes he can see Slade's silhouette standing at the edge of the window, arms crossed, leaning back. Robin is frozen and blind in the darkness. For another split second as the lighting flashes he can see Slade again, his grey eye slanted and focused on him. Aimed like a weapon. Robin simply stares. The man is such eye candy to him that even this brings him pleasure. When Slade was alive Robin attacked so quickly he never had a chance to just soak him in visually. He's so tall. Robin takes a step towards him, his eyes now slightly more adjusted to the light so he can see him without the lightning. It's strange to him that the man hasn't spoken yet. His smooth deep voice is Robin's favorite thing about him. He would usually be chatting him up by now about who knows what. Failure, guilt, sex; these were some of his favorite topics. But tonight is very different. Tonight, Robin will come face to face with his secret.


-Kodoku-shan