Notes:

Grant is the son of Deathstroke, the original Slade Wilson in the comics. Some fan theories say Grant is Slade in the Teen Titans 2003 show. I'm rollin' with that theory for these stories. I'm also rolling with my oddball idea that Grant has a thing for cutie-patootie older BB.

Get ready for some wild rides.

Summary: A wealthy donor to the Titans Urban Reconstruction Fund hosts a celebration in honor of the Titans. Unfortunately, he's an absolute creep of a dude and Beast Boy couldn't wait to leave. Unfinished.

Pairing: If I finished it, then it would've been (one-sided) Beast Boy/Slade a.k.a Beast Boy/Grant Wilson

Glorified Secretary

He was the kind of guy Beast Boy would find at ritzy casino parties: elegant, refined, and out of his league. The man knew it, and he made sure everyone knew it too.

Ugh, Beast Boy hated him.

What a snob, Beast Boy curled his lips into a frown. The jerk was some wealthy businessman from somewhere and the Titans had to entertain him while he was in Jump City. Beast Boy wasn't entirely sure why they had to do that (Nightwing might've explained but he didn't bother to remember. Something about donors? He wasn't sure.) but either way, they had to do that.

As of now, the Titans were dining in a ridiculously fancy restaurant with the smarmy faced man. For once, they were out of their uniforms in favor of suits and dresses and the nineteen-year-old couldn't be more uncomfortable. The others at the table looked at ease but they were pretty good actors.

He swiveled his gaze from one teammate to the other before he focused on the young woman sitting next to him. Terra shifted in her seat, subtly moving towards him and away from the jerk she sat beside. Grant Wilson. The creep of the hour had an arm on the back of her chair and an unreadable smile. Beast Boy tightened his grip on his fork, resisting the urge to stab the jerk. Instead, he inhaled and focused on the conversation between the two.

"…been needing a secretary that can double as a bodyguard should something happen." The man said, voice smooth but flat.

Terra cleared her throat. "Mr. Wilson, I'm afraid I can't accept your offer. I'm a–"

"Titan, which makes you a perfect candidate for a place on my team." Wilson persisted.

Beast Boy sucked in air through his nose, struggling to reign in his temper as the man leaned closer to Terra's face. Terra could take care of herself and since he couldn't stab Wilson's eyes, he settled for jabbing a lettuce leaf with his fork and shoving it into his mouth. He chomped on the leaf, grumbling inwardly, when a light and small warmth touched his shoulder. He turned to the young woman only to find the jerk staring at him from behind her.

"What." He grunted.

Wilson's lips creeped into a smile. Terra pursed her lips as the man leaned over her to speak to Beast Boy, the arm behind her back still in place while the man's other hand snuck across the table-cloth to grasp Beast Boy's fork holding hand. The jerk had boxed Terra in and now had his snobby hand on his own. Beast Boy tried not to snarl.

"Beast Boy," the name rolled off the man's tongue but it felt so wrong and his hackles rose. "Perhaps you'd be willing to be my assistant?"

"A glorified secretary?" He snorted, unable to withhold the attitude. "No thanks."

Wilson cocked a brow. "Really? You'd have cable, all the games you want, and the best food in the world."

"I already have those things." Beast Boy countered.

Wilson smiled, expression cold. "Courtesy of me."

He stiffened. "You're not the only donor."

"But I'm the main one. Without me, the Titans Urban Reconstruction Fund wouldn't exist. And you wouldn't have funding to build new machines or repair the old ones. You wouldn't have the money or access to the exclusive, high-tier resources you have access to."

Beast Boy gritted his teeth. "How about you be direct for once and say what you want?"

A small gloved hand pressed against his shoulder. He relaxed into Terra's touch and exhaled. Wilson continued to smile, cold and dark.

"Alright. I'll keep donating to the Titans if you become my assistant."

"And if I don't?" He challenged.

"The Titans will be shut down."

He swallowed. His mind whirred for an intelligent response and settled with. "That's a dumb move."

Wilson laughed and the monotone raised his hackles. "There are plenty of unappreciated and talented heroes looking for a chance to be in the spotlight. And I'm sure they would gladly replace the current heroes of Jump City."

Terra's hand tightened on his arm and Beast Boy found his footing. "Do they even have any training? And if they don't then who would teach them? Cause the Titans have experience and you can't get that without practice in the field."

The man quieted his laugh to study his expression. Beast Boy met the stare until Terra's hand squeezed and he looked at her.

~oOo~

Notes:

The majority of these stories will be unfinished cause I either lost steam or lost ideas. Some might even be outlined ideas rather than fleshed out ones.

I'm pairing BB/Slade (one-sided) cause I'm fond of one-sided and dark foe-yay and Slade is such a great villain and BB such a playful character. It's fun to toss happy characters into miserable situations.

Fanfiction: A Metaphorical Punching Bag Because Punching Real People is Bad

Thanks for reading!