WARNING – Story will contain: NSFW, Graphic rape, Abuse, and Graphic violence
Notes: Slade is Grant Wilson in disguise. He's 25. (Grant is the son of Deathstroke, the original Slade Wilson in the comics. Some theories say Grant is Slade in the Teen Titans '03 show. I'm rollin' with that theory)
Summary: Jump City had been peaceful for the past two years. Slade was out of commission after a grueling fight, super-villains were far and few, and the crime rate was low. So the Titans had pursed their hobbies. Beast Boy volunteered at a wildlife museum for children and enjoyed the work. The 19-year-old had nothing to fear…until Slade reappeared. (One-sided Slade x Beast Boy)
Trapped Chapter 1
"Fun fact, the scientific name of the bearded dragon is Pogona Vitticeps. Cool, huh, lil dudes?" The museum employee shifted the lizard in his arms and grinned at the children sitting in front of him.
The kindergarteners raised their hands and started to talk, but with patience earned from a year of working at the museum, the nineteen-year-old lifted a finger to his lips. The school chaperones pitched in their voices to shush the children.
"Shhh, gotta keep your voices low, dudes. You don't wanna scare the animals, do you? If they're scared, then they can't be petted!"
They quieted but continued to bounce or wave their hands wildly. He pointed at one of the kids.
"Mr. Beast Boy!" The girl chirped. "Can I touch him?"
As the children became rowdy again, Beast Boy brought the finger back to his mouth. "Her and yes, but. But!" He lifted a hand as the children cheered and launched to their feet.
He raised his voice over their own. "Do you all promise to be calm and gentle when you pet her?"
They chorused a yes and he adjusted his grip on the bearded dragon. "Alright, now can everyone get in a single-file line for me? Only one person can touch her at a time or else she'll get scared. Everyone will get a turn so please be patient."
The children scrambled to get in line and though they started to fight over who got to go first, when Beast Boy shot them a warning look they stopped. He smiled and knelt, the bearded dragon secure in his arms.
A boy led the line and reached to pet the lizard. The nineteen-year-old murmured a reminder about being gentle and watched the kids giggle as they took their turns to feel the smooth surface of the reptile's back.
"She feels funny." One of the kids said with a scrunched face.
Beast Boy chuckled. "Scales do feel kinda funny. But her scales help keep her safe so they're good to have!"
The child 'oh'ed and he called for the next person in line. A girl asked about the lizard's name.
"Great question!" He shifted, legs starting to cramp from holding the same position. "Her name's technically Madeline but I like to call her Maddie for short."
The girl frowned. "She doesn't look like a Maddie."
Beast Boy tilted his head with an easy smile. "Alright. What would you call her?"
She hummed. "Missy!"
"Why's that?"
"Cause that's my puppy's name!"
He lifted his eyebrows but his smile widened. "That's a great name. I bet your puppy loves that name too."
She puffed her chest and he called for the next kiddo. Soon all the kids had the chance to touch the lizard, though a few tried to sneak back into the line but he caught them and waggled a finger but let them pet the lizard again anyway. He stood and arched his back with a stretch. He returned Maddie to her glass tank.
He braced his fists against his hips. "Ready for the next exhibit, lil dudes?"
They cheered and he guided the kids through the rest of the museum, stopping in front of each creature or poster to give a spiel. He shared his knowledge of the animals ranging from the history to their habitats to the particular animal's personality. The field trip chaperones would keep the children from wandering off, but for the most part they paid attention.
Lunch break rolled around and Beast Boy helped the chaperones herd the kids to the plaza behind the building. The kindergarteners would have run off to play on the grass had he not whistled a loud tune to catch their attention. The chaperones then grabbed the chance and called the kids back with the reminder that they had to eat before they could play. The kids rushed back as the two chaperones pulled out lunchboxes from their backpacks.
Beast Boy approached the adults. "Need a hand Ms. Wright?"
The middle-aged woman smiled. "You've been a sweetheart, Beast Boy, but I'll handle this. Maybe you and Mr. Wilson here could get a bite to eat."
The other chaperone looked up from his backpack and smiled, lighting the usually unreadable face. "That sounds wonderful. Would you like anything, Ms. Wright?"
She returned the expression and pulled out her wallet. "Just a coffee and a turkey sandwich, please. Here's a ten."
Beast Boy accepted the money and tucked it into the pocket of his button-down shirt. Mr. Wilson slid next to him and the nineteen-year-old set off to the food court inside the building. He cleared his throat.
"So Mr. Wilson–"
"Call me Grant." The man waved a wand. "Adding a 'mister' makes me feel old and I'm only twenty-five.
"Oh!" Beast Boy blinked. "Well alright. Though…have I met you before? You seem familiar."
Grant smiled and the teen shifted. Something about the smile didn't sit right but since he couldn't pinpoint why, he let it be.
"You could say I'm well-known in the political sphere."
As they continued to walk, he took in the young man's features. The man was tall with a lean build and pronounced muscles. He was white with a light tan. Short blond hair framed narrow eyes and sharp cheek bones. Beast Boy tilted his head. He was fairly attractive and reminded him of a certain curly haired and blond Honorary Titan, but Jericho was still cuter. Way cuter. He blushed and popped the button of his collar.
"You're great with kids."
Beast Boy jolted, absently registering Grant lifting his eyes from somewhere to meet his own. "Huh?"
The dude grinned. "Yeah, you'd make a great parent."
The teen snorted. "Right."
He could handle children when they weren't his, because he got to go home and sleep but being a parent? Nuh-uh, no thanks. He'd never get to sleep again!
Beast Boy swept his gaze across the food court. "I'm gonna get a salad and Ms. Wright's stuff. Meet back here in ten?"
Grant's smile fell. "Yeah, alright."
Beast Boy frowned. Why the sudden mood swing? He shrugged off concern and entered a line to a general food stand. The dude split and wandered elsewhere. Once the teen got his and the chaperone's food, he returned to the meeting spot and spotted Grant approaching.
He offered a smile as they slid into step. "So what sorta things are you into, dude?"
Grant quirked a corner of his lips. "Oh just pretty green heroes who like kids."
Beast Boy swallowed as they neared the door to the plaza. Was he asking him out? "Uh… Actually, I'm interested in someone else."
"Oh?" The man lifted an eyebrow and though his expression was politely interested, Beast boy couldn't shake the feeling of ice crawling along his spine.
"Y–yeah…" he trailed. "He's this really sweet guy. Quiet, but he can't exactly help it."
The man hummed and Beast Boy couldn't help but feel relieved as they crossed the doorway. Something about the dude gave him the creeps. He called out a greeting to Ms. Wright and delivered her food before sitting down and engaging her in conversation. Grant joined them but for the most part was silent.
"…and the school needed someone else to chaperone the trip, so I thought: why not?" She turned to Grant. "And what made you want to chaperone, Mr. Wilson?"
Beast Boy shifted uncomfortably as the man slid his gaze across the table only to pause on his face. "Well…" he drawled. "I've actually been looking for someone but I thought volunteering for a summer school fieldtrip would make for a lovely break."
Ms. Wright prompted. "Looking for who?"
"An old acquaintance, you could say." Grant gathered the remains of his food and left.
Beast Boy exhaled, feeling like weight had lifted–if only temporarily–until she spoke. "I feel like I've heard the name Grant Wilson before."
"Yeah?" He responded, stuffing lettuce into his face.
"Yes. I think it was some celebrity or something, but that can't be right because Mr. Wilson doesn't act like a celebrity."
Beast Boy shrugged. "He said he's well-known politically or something."
She frowned for a moment until she smiled. "Either way he seems like a nice young man."
Not really. Something about the guy was just...off. Beast Boy furrowed his brows but nodded anyway. No need to worry the woman.
"Well, lunch is almost over." Ms. Wright stood. "It's time to round them all up!"
~oOo~
Notes: The graphic parts don't begin till next chapter. Also, I've written a lot to this story but just have to edit and revise what I've got so far.
