Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Titans… damn.

PLEASE READ: Well, this is my shot at fluffy Sladin X. It is set during the Apprentice. You all know Slade is one sexy man, and he uses those sexual innuendos all the time on the animated series… so this is my play on that. Robin's POV. What would happen if Red was added to Slade's list?

Robin is 17 in this because 15 seems too young. Red is 20.

Rated M for cussing, sexual content, and man on man love! WOO! Also, they all have miraculously trim pubes, armpit hair, and no stubble (besides Slade's eventual goatee).

Kick. Kick. Jab. Punch. Pivot. Roundhouse kick. Head butt. Block. Block. Block. Fall. Land. Don't get back up.

That was the basis for every time I trained with Slade. I couldn't come to terms that I had lost, so the cycle would start up again several seconds later after I had caught my breath. It was frustrating how Slade, the sick bastard, never had to catch his breath, never got tired, never failed to swoop down with a blow that vibrated my whole being. He was the ultimate fighter, but I would never admit it.

When we fight, he talks in that same chilling voice of how I need to angle that kick or fix that block, but not once does he congratulate me on how well I have done after each session. Bruce would be patting my back and praising to the high heavens on how well I've done, but sadly Bruce isn't here. No one is here.

After each session, I am taken to a small room, four feet wide for each wall. There is a chair and table with a mound of books on history, physics, combat tactics, English, various other foreign languages, technology, and blah blah blah. I was to study them until dinner, which was two hours from the moment I'm set in that dank room.

Dinner? I guess you could call it that. I would then be escorted by a Sladebot to another room among what seemed like a million, where there was a wooden table and food awaiting me. Sometimes, if I had misbehaved, I didn't receive dinner, but a beating. The food consisted of a roll, one fruit, one vegetable, protein, milk, water, and that was it. Slade felt the less was the better, and I sourly disagreed with him when my stomach started to cramp from lack of nourishment.

One time I had been starved for a week, only getting one glass of water after each grueling fight. To deserve such punishment, I had tried to escape by hiding my kitchen silverware underneath my workout clothes. At the end of the week, I was ordered to fight Slade until he felt I had proven myself worthy. I started out with an adrenaline high, keeping my own in the fight, but then I came back down to earth as Slade slammed his fist into my gut.

I gagged on nothing as the air whooshed back into me. I lay on the floor broken, beat, and scarred. Blood dripped from my nose and mouth and other cuts, and Slade just watched me curl up on the floor between dream world and reality. He picked me up without a word, put me back in my room, fed me, and let me revive myself naturally. This wasn't kindness from Slade. No, that was Slade only bringing the necessities to me. As long as I could walk without falling on my face, I was healthy enough to fight in Slade's book.

So that was my day: wake up, eat an apple, fight Sladebots, fight Slade, study, eat dinner, and go to bed. We hardly ever strayed from the pattern. Once Slade started to trust me with roaming around the base, I found interesting details to his mysterious life.

I woke up, glance to my left, and saw red neon letters indicating it is seven in the morning. I sighed through my nose at the ungodly hour. I rolled onto my back and stared at my room. It is 10 feet high, and 10 feet across. There is a creaky bed, wooden desk, dresser, and a bathroom with only a toilet and sink. I had to shower in a separate room. The walls and floors were white, reminding me of a hospital room.

Time to start my day, I thought miserably. You may think my spirit has been completely broken, but it hasn't in the slightest. Slade can vouch for that. Nearly every day, I get punished for trying to escape, refusing to eat or train, or plain out denying Slade. Slade doesn't take No for an answer. I have learned that through pain. I quickly brushed my teeth, grabbed my gray sweats and oversized black shirt, and waited for Sladebots to retrieve me.

They come silently and escort me to the throne room where I can witness my friend's orange-tinted charts on the wall. I am given an apple, and I munch on it slowly while staring at the charts. I felt overwhelming sadness spread through me and I had to blink the tears back behind my mask. I finish the apple, handing the core back to the Sladebot. That one leaves and in its place are thirty more. Just another day, I think bitterly.

I have grown tired of the robots, since I know all the shots that will incapacitate them. I do just that, punching and slicing with my hand at the neck and chest watching each one of them in turn fall to the ground with a clank. I waste no energy because I know the real deal will come next, and I need full power for that. I pat my bare hands dry, mockingly, and wait for Slade to appear. After waiting a few minutes I wonder what is taking him so long.

You may think I hate our brawls, but I quite enjoy them. Our sparring lessons are the only time I get to take out my aggression, without getting severely hurt, on the one man who caused my hurt and my friend's hurt. I growled out loud after ten minutes of a wait, and wondered again what would cause Slade to be late.

I glanced around at the shadows the bright lights overhead didn't reach. I ran my hand through my hair like I always did when I was agitated. Then the main doors slid open and out stepped not only Slade, but another man that caused me to glare.

"Hey there, kid. Miss me?" Red X snickered.

Slade saw my unbelieving expression and answered simply, "I figured you needed another human with separate fighting skills than I, to train with. Red X has done you in before Robin, but let us see when you only have hearing as your sense."

With that last statement, the two pulled out night vision goggles and the lights snapped off. Only the glow of my friend's charts lit the far corner. I closed my eyes and listened carefully to the grinding of the enormous gears, my breathing, my heartbeat, and… I heard something else. My head swiveled to the left and I heard the pitter patter of a rat. Oh, well where are- my thoughts were cut short as a solid kick was placed on my back.

My eyes snapped open, but I couldn't see a thing, which I guess is the point of this assignment. I listened so hard to the silence my head started to hurt with concentration. As I lay there not moving, I back tracked remembering that the weight of the kick was lighter than Slade, so it was Red that had done it. I then was trying to go back to his combat tactics, and knew that he fought suspiciously like me. If I had kicked someone in the dark, I would've stayed near to surprise them with another attack.

I heard the whoosh of air a second before Red landed another kick where my head was a second ago. Still on the ground, I kicked my leg out tripping Red. I felt the ground vibrate a little around me as he landed on the concrete. I snatched my hand out, trying but failing to grab onto him. I stood up, my eyes adjusting slightly with the orange charts behind me.

I knew the charts would outline my shape if I stood in front of them, but I wanted them to come to me. Red was doing all the work, soon Slade would come to me like a fly drawn to the light. I wiped the sweat off my face with a sweep of my hand. I listened to the grinding patiently and was rewarded with a soft, unnoticeable to untrained ears, thump of someone flying from the poles that held up the high ceiling. This was my technique when I wanted to chase after someone or get away with quick agility above the mayhem, so I knew it was Red. I sighed again wanting more of a challenge.

Red never landed next to me though, so I panicked a second at my mistake. Then I nearly pissed myself as someone wrapped their arms tightly around me, pinning my arms down but not my legs. I kicked up but someone immediately grabbed my legs. I pushed back trying to figure out who was who. The person behind me didn't budge a bit, so I figured that was Slade and Red was holding my legs.

I struggled helplessly as Red said, "Hey, kid, calm down. You know we'd never hurt you."

I scoffed at that last part. Slade squeezed me tighter, though, and my scoff turned into a hiss of pain as my ribs were crushed in the obscene bear hug. Red laughed darkly at my discomfort. Slade suddenly pushed forward, causing my stomach to press against my thighs. It wasn't painful but my knees pressed into my mouth and nose made it hard to breathe.

Slade's purr sounded in my ear, "I never knew you were this flexible, Robin."

Red giggled lewdly, "Probably practices stretching with that chick Starfire, or is it Raven, too?"

I struggled harder hating how they were making fun of my friends. Red shouted loudly, "Robin and Star, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

I felt Slade shift as his arm snapped out and caught Red in the head. Red exclaimed, while I took advantage and shot my leg out. My boot caught Red in the neck making him sputter for breath. I pushed off the floor, flipping my lower half back. I ended up with Slade still holding my chest, and my body curled so my legs wrapped around his head. It was awkward because I couldn't breathe well with my own chest smothering me, and because my crotch was basically in Slade's face.

Slade barked out in that you're-dead-tone of voice, "Let go now Robin or you'll regret it!"

Of course, I stayed. Slade let go of my chest and my head fell just short of the floor. Slade pried at my thighs, and without any difficulty he got me off and held me aloft by my ankle. I screamed curses at him and he just flashed out that red button that could break my friends. I shut up.

But Red didn't as he complained, "Robin, how could you hurt an old buddy like that! My ass is seriously considering shooting you, kid. And my neck will find revenge. Slade, is that the button? Not cool man!"

I was surprised that Red wasn't happy with the button. I twisted to see him as the lights snapped back on. All the lights were on this time, not leaving one shadow under its bright glare. Red was tapping his foot and had his arms crossed disapprovingly, and his mask was cracked.

Slade sighed, releasing me, "Shut up and leave to your room."

I spluttered on the floor, ignoring how hard I had fallen on my head, "Red is staying here?"

Red mumbled angrily while Slade explained, "I caught him just like you. It wasn't easy considering he has nothing to keep hostage but his own life. You are both my apprentices now, understand?"

I blanched as Red left to his room with the Sladebots. Two more came for me but I ignored them as jealousy bubbled in me. Taking Red in as an apprentice was like saying I wasn't good enough. Slade seemed to sense this as he stared down at me with that cool, grey eye. I know it was utterly stupid to feel that way, but living with him for the past month has left me wanting more emotion from Slade himself. Putting out more emotion myself seemed logical to get more of that sought after emotion.

"Nothing personal, Robin. Your childish antics have left me disturbed. I'm done with your shit, so get used to your new partner in crime," Slade calmly stated.

I was wide-eyed because I've never heard Slade cuss. I stutter to come to a reply, but he flicks his wrist and the robots carry me kicking to my study room. At least, I thought they were taking me to my study room, when we came up to a different more secure door. I was thrown in a heap on the floor.

"Humph! Slade said I was getting my own room!" Red yelled from the bed.

I looked around. Oh no, I was going to have to share a room now. This was my punishment for disobeying Slade in the dark when I didn't release my leg trap. I slammed my head into the hard ground with a grunt as I realized there was a problem: one bed.

Yes, indeed! I stopped there. Not the greatest cliffhanger, but better than stopping halfway thru like I planned. The next chappy will be up after I get some (preferably positive) feedback.

Yes the next chapter will be a lime, or at least smutty enough for meJ PLEASE GIVE IDEAS! I ACCEPT!

Ps. The term "broken, beat and scarred" is from the song "Broken, Beat and Scarred" by Metallica.