A/N: Most Slade/Robin slash stories are about Robin becoming an apprentice... I have decided that I'm clearly not worthy of writing such angsty material. yet :) This story is going to be based a year after. I don't think this story will be... 'fluffy' per say, but based on what the people want... i'm willing to change it up a bit? I am more than happy to take requests, ideas, flames... *cringe* or just random silly things. ha :) This chapter is short... but do not worry! I promise to update! Oh, and excuse the '...'s.
There are sounds I took for granted before. The flickering of fluorescent lights for example.
Water rushing through copper pipes.
The erratic pulse of traffic.
Now I hear only the clatter and moans of what seems like a thousand turning gears of a ridiculously large pocket watch.
And therefore, it is never quiet.
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Slade glanced over at the sound of a pen being dropped. Robin had pushed away from the desk he was sitting at, and arched his back in attempt to stretch. How ironic, a little bird having cat-like mannerisms. His lips twitched into a slight smile.
Everyday for the past year, Robin had been present in the mercenary's life. At first it had turned out just like Slade had expected. Constant tantrums, escape attempts and that awkward yet rewarding feeling he got from watching the stubborn teenage boy cry. But as mentioned before… it has been a year since he caged his little bird. And things have changed significantly.