Major Trouble
Chapter 1 Surprise Visit
Dick was so tired after work…He just wanted to go home and crawl in bed and fall asleep. It had been a really long day as Officer Grayson, and Dick knew he should go out as Nightwing, but all he really wanted to do was go home and get some shut eye. He sighed when he saw his apartment and unlocked the door and walked in. Nothing in his apartment looked out of place, but something seemed off. He shrugged it off and walked to his room, but when he got there, something seemed off…HIs window was open, and he never left that open, it was not a safe thing to do in Buldhaven.
Dick looked around, but did not have to look around very long before a cold voice greeted him, "Hello Richard."
Dick froze as he looked around quickly. He'd know that voice anywhere, even though he had not heard it since he was a kid. Slade had haunted his dreams for years now, but he had to shake this off… He looked around with a frown, "Slade! Where are you! What do you want with me!"
Slade chuckled, "Surely you don't think I will lay all my cards on the table at once Richard, yes, I know your real name…As for why I am here…I'm here for the same reason I always have been…I want you."
Dick couldn't see Slade, but he could tell he was smirking, then, without warning, Slade came flying at him and landed a punch to his midsection, causing him to loose all the air in him. Before Dick had a chance to do anything, Slade was on top of him, stripping him out of his cop uniform. Dick struggled, but was too weak at the moment to fight back. He glared at Slade weakly and continued to struggle, despite his weakness. He may be weak, but he would not give up without a fight. Slade had finished stripping Dick and then stripped himself.
Slade pulled Dick's hands roughly behind him and Dick let out a cry of pain, and that was all Slade needed. He began to deeply kiss Dick and Dick squirmed under his grip, wanting more then ever to kill Slade for what he was doing. Slade laughed as he moved down to his nipples, rubbing, pinching, massaging, and biting at them. Dick tried to force Slade away, but that just caused Slade to pull his two pinned arms tighter behind him. Dick let out an involuntary cry of pain and hated himself for that, but Slade just laughed.
Dick knew that he had to do something, he could not let this happen, he hated this man! Dick squirmed and knew that if Batman were here to see this, he'd be disappointed in Dick for not freeing himself. Dick felt very weak and helpless, which he supposed was what Slade wanted, but he could not give up. Dick squirmed again and tried to free himself, but when the attempt failed again and Slade pulled Dick's arms tighter behind him, Dick was ready to give up, but then it came to him. Without giving it a second thought, Dick brought his knee up and kneed Slade in the ground. That had the desired effect as Slade let go of Dick and rolled to the side.
Dick knew he only had moments to get away before Slade recovered, not a lot of time for options. He could always go to a neighbor, but he did not want to endanger anyone else. He knew without a doubt that Slade would kill them and not give it a second thought if they were in the way of what he wanted, and in this case it seemed Slade wanted him. Dick rushed to his closet and pressed the button that lead to the hidden compartment where his Nightwing suit was stored. He heard Slade getting back up and knew he had no time to waist. He reached in and searched before finally finding what he needed, his distress call button, that would alert Batman…Dick had never used it, and after his last fight with Bruce, he didn't know if Bruce would even come, but he had to try.
Before he could do anything else though, Slade had grabbed him. Dick struggled, but it was no use, with Slade's enhanced strength, Dick didn't stand a chance. Dick struggled, but to no avail.
"Thought you'd run away from me, did you my little bird? Well, now you will have to be punished for disobeying your master," Slade purred, his voice dripping with anger.
Dick struggled in Slade's grasp, "You are not my MASTER," he thundered.
Before he could do anything else though, he felt a cloth over his mouth and the familiar smell of chloroform. Dick struggled and closed his mouth, refusing to breathe the stuff in, and then Slade, who was growing impatient, dug his elbow hard into Dick's stomach. Dick gasped, and the smell of chloroform came rushing in. Dick tried to fight the grogginess and blackness, but it came. The last thing he heard before passing out was Slade's dark chuckle.