A/N This is a poem about Slade and Robin. Basically Slade is a pedophile rapist, that clearly has mental problems. Hope you like it.
Here he comes,
Across the room.
He's coming to love me.
How I'd love to run.
How I'd love to fight.
But against my will,
Chains hold me up tight.
Here he comes,
His clothes all gone.
He's going to love me.
I tried to beg.
I tried to plead.
But he pounded on,
Right inside of me.
Here he comes,
Up Down Up.
He's trying to love me.
I try to endure.
I try is wait.
But I feel the terror.
Then I break.
Here I lay,
Broken and torn.
He told me he loved me.
A/N Told you he had problems. Review if you wish. Read my other stories if you wish. If you like dark stories you need to follow Too Little Too Late. I will be delightfully dark and soul gripping. (I hope)
