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Summary: After Wayne died a sane Slade Wilson messes with Dick. Various One-Shots, slash in some.

1. alluded slash^^

Dressing up

With the world focusing on his guards death and the new billionaire Dick Grayson there can't be any question about the cities hero like why his height changed. A few photos with both, the hero and the richest man, should destroy any rumours in the roots shouldn't it? A good reason wasn't it? And yet...

"Do you have any idea how much this is messing with my head?", asked Dick with a tired sigh as he entered the already occupied cave.

"It was your idea", answered the other amused, completely clothed in Batman's costume with only the mouth uncovered, " a very good one", was added in a softer tone. "It confused Selina."

So an angry Catwoman could be here any minute, great.

A strange weightlessness filled Dick, here he was with someone he respected, no matter how much he liked to deny it, and who had just praised him. Someone who didn't expect him to have everything figured out, who actually offered him help and didn't make demands. Like running a company, or taking another's cape, or being reliable so everyone else could be unstable and mourn in peace.

"Is it possible to hate your own brain?", he asked instead in a lighter voice, unwilling to let his mind wander.

"Yes", the amusement was back as Slade turned to him, really the stuff of nightmares, him in his guardians former suit, a shiver ran down his spin.

"You aren't helping", he complained dramatically which earned him a chuckle. He closed his eyes and let the sound wash over him, a nice sound...

"I hate you", he said, it was the right thing to say wasn't it?

"You don't hate me. What you feel is a complicated mixture of lust, respect for my skills and disgust for how I use them," answered the other with a knowing smirk.

"Now come, the Joker wants to rob a fabric of Wayne enterprise, you will be there and check the objects process and how your employs are working there.

"And you will save me from the mad clown", added Dick with wry amusement.

"You could say 'thank you' with a kiss, like the good damsel in distress you will be", purred Slade.

"Not while you are in this suit", demanded Dick weakly as the older man walked towards him.

Sorry the chapter is short, just something light to start^^