(Author notes! Author notes are fun (I guess) no they're not stop lying. Hey, Hey fans (poke). I'm annoying you and making you wait. MUAHAHAHA! you'll never get your porn! Okay fine fangirls ... and ... Danny (who's in it for the violance and gore, so if you see anything that says "Danny, stop reading now" that's how you know there's a secks scene coming up that he won't want to read ) Screw it, Danny, just don't read the entire thing, I'm not interrupting the story to put in a warning. Well, I won't keep you guys from your porn anymore)

Three days captive, at least Robin thought it had been three days. There were no windows in Slade's hideout. It was probably underground. For the second time Slade had captured him and forced him into an apprenticeship. At least last time's gimic was a little creative. Robin paused a moment to run his tongue over the small piece of metal latched firmly onto the roof of the mouth, it's barbs in the bone. He wondered if he should just have Slade detonate it. Wouldn't he rather be dead than work for Slade? ... "not really," he said outloud to himself.

"Talking to yourself?" Slade was standing in the doorway.

Robin quickly jerked around "... what do you want?"

"Excuse me? I don't believe I like that tone you're taking with me."

"What tone?"

"That tone," Slade snarled, "Get up, we have work to do." Robin followed him down the hall to the training room. After a short warm-up Slade began teaching Robin some hand-to-hand techniques, improving on what Robin already knew from Batman, but a little less ... clean. Slade was an opprotunistic fighter. He wouldn't hit someone when they were down ... but he would kill them before they hit the floor. After improving on Robin's old techniques, he taught him a few new ones. He was clearly taking his time. Why wouldn't he? Robin isn't going anywhere, not alive anyway. After training, with a few short breaks, Slade sent Robin to shower before dinner.

Robin thought about his friends while he was washing off the day's work. He wondered how they were getting along without him ... What day was it? Did he miss Christmas? It's very likely. The night he was captured was the day before Christmas Eve, and if Slade planned these training sessions, meals, and nights around a 24 hour schedual ... it's been at least three days. He also missed Starfire's winter holliday. He still can't pronounce it worth a damn, and wasn't even going to try. He knew it started with an R or was it an E? Something like that. Ramadon? No, that's the name of the islamic holliday. "I really need to learn the language," he thought outloud to himself.

When Robin was finished showering dinner was made and set at the kitchen table. Slade wasn't anywhere to be seen. He never was. By now, Robin was used to eating alone. He was kind of greatful. At least he didn't have to see him. Though he was used to it by now, Robin hated all the time he spent alone, even if the time he didn't was spent with someone he intensely detested. The food wasn't that good either. It was nutritious enough, but not necessarily good-tasting. Though it wasn't that good, and most of it wasn't even identifiable, Robin was hungry. There never seemed to be enough food, nutritionally, it was perfect. It was enough to give him energy and everything his body needs, but not enough to fill his stomoch, and since he ate fairly quickly, he was never full when he finished.

"Done?" Slade was standing in the doorway.

That was another thing Robin noticed about Slade. He didn't ever come within five feet of him unless he had to. Robin was beginning to wonder if Slade was revolted by him or something.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

Robin snarled, "yes, sir." He didn't bother trying to mask his disgust.

"Not the word I was looking for, but close enough."

Slade grabbed Robin's dishes and let them soak in the sink.

"There's a cure for that y'know. It's called a dishwasher. Twenty-first century humans use it."

"Don't sass me, boy," Slade snarled, "I won't have this insolance from you."

"Yes, sir" Robin was getting more used to biting his tongue around Slade. He wanted to tell him off and call him a great many nasty and ... admitably creative names, but he wouldn't. He still had the bruises from last time.

Used to the normal routine of the day, Robin got up and was going to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

"I havn't dismissed you yet, Robin," Slade said, back still turned.

Robin looked at him, puzzled. Slade was never one to break routine. "Okay," Robin paused, "May I be dismissed?"

"No, I have something else planned for tonight," Slade made his way past him and out into the main room of his lair, "something I doubt you'll like."

Robin paused before following, positive Slade was going to hand him another beating for talking back to him again. Slade didn't really seem too angry though, so that probably wasn't it. What could it be? Maybe Slade was going to teach him how to use a gun like he was talking about the other day. Maybe just more intensive training.

Slade had a seat in the living-room type area on the far-side of the room, nearest to the computer. There were a few seats, a coffee table, a few end tables. It was a surprisingly comfortable setting for an arch villain.

"Have a seat," Slade was unusually calm, which isn't usually a good sign. Robin sat. Slade was silent for a minute or two. He seemed to be studying him, "Are you comfortable?"

Robin wasn't sure how to respond, "... I guess." He was nervous, "What exactly do you have planned?" He fidgeted uneasily.

Slade paused, "I'm facing a bit of a dilema. See, I can either continue avoiding you, in which case your training will suffer, and I can't give you the sort of ... hands on, direct training that will better prepare you for your future assignments ... or, I can choose to vent out my ... frustrations ... in which case you will be subjected to a few minutes of pain, but it won't necessarily effect your progress." Slade paused to see if Robin was catching on, which obviously he was not, "So, there enlies the dilema, should I spare you the pain and restrain myself, which could require a less hands on approach or ... should I persue some release."

Robin looked puzzled, "So ... what exactly is bothering you?"

"You, Robin. I'm bothered by you. I'm having difficulty completing a training session without weighing the pro's and cons of throwing you onto the floor and fucking your little brains out."

Robin's eyes widened and his jaw dropped at Slade's blunt delivery, "What?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"There is no way I would ever-"

"You don't really have a choice in the matter. It's already been decided."

Robin was horrified, "No!"

"I will force you if I have to, Robin. I'd perfer for this to happen without having to resort to violance."

Robin was panicking, "Slade no! That's just- That's just- I'm not gay! and you're so-" He bit his tongue, "NO!"

"I'm aware that I'm over twice your age. I'm also well aware that you aren't gay. To tell the truth, I'm not exactly partial to the same sex myself ... you however ... I'm quite attracted to."

"That's sick! I won't! You disgusting, phsychotic, sadistic pedophile!"

"I'm not a pedophile. You're fifteen, a little young maybe, but certainly able to understand the concept of consent."

"But-"

"This isn't up for debait, Robin. This is happening. There will be no more discussion on the matter. Now, are you going to make this difficult for me?"

"Fuck you!"

"... Verywell," He paused to remove his belt, "then I suppose I have no choice but to use force."

Robin bolted over to the end of the room, only to find the door locked. He continued running around the room to all of the exits, looking for a way out. There was none. He was trapped. He froze, knowing there was no way he was going to escape. He felt a hand slide around his waist, pulling him against Slade's firm, hot frame. He tensed in Slade's grip as he started unbuckling his belt. He started to shiver, "Don't." He could hear his voice shaking as he trembled in fear as Slade began drawing down the zipper of his pants, tugging at the hem of them. Robin panicked and started to struggle. Slade responded by holding him tighter against his frame, pulling his hips to the already hard bulge in his pants. Robin began to struggle animalistically. Annoyed by his squirming, Slade threw him on the floor, promptly pinning him to the cold, hard lenolium before tugging down his pants. Robin continued to struggle, both of his thin wrists pinned down by Slade's hand, his other hand undoing his own pants. Robin looked back when he heard the zipper, horrified to see Slade retrieve the large hard mass from his pants, "Nonononononono!" Robin struggled harder.

"Brace yourself," Slade gave a slight warning before pushing his thick hard cock into him. Robin let out a pittiful scream, struggling despirately to pull his wrists from Slade's iron vice grip. Slade continued to push more of his shaft into him, not even half-way there, "Relax, Robin!"

Robin growled and let out a pittiful yelp, "I can't- Ah!" He was interrupted by Slade struggling to fit more of himself in, "Get it out!"

"Relax. You're making this more difficult than this needs to be," He grunted, pushing in another inch and a half. Robin growled and struggled, tears welling up in his masked eyes. He tried to relax, making the last two and a half inches a bit easier. Slade pulled back before plunging farward again. Robin screamed, clawing the floor now that Slade had released his wrists. Slade gripped his hair with one hand, holding Robin's hips at an angle to his with the other. Robin gritted his teeth, trying to hold back sobs. His throat was burning from screaming.

Slade was trying to be gentle. He didn't want to injure his apprentice. He needed him to be able to train. As much as he didn't want Robin injured, he was having difficulty holding back. He had already hurt him. He was a virgin, and he'd probably never had anything like this done before. Ofcourse he was in pain. He just didn't want to cause any serious damage, however in his excitment he began losing his restraint. He was so tight. Just the thought of what he was actually doing was turning him on. Robin, the boy wonder, that little teenaged heartthrob, with his clean face, backstreet boy hair, colorful outfit, a goddamn poster boy, and Slade was fucking him into the floor. Robin was sobbing freely now, not bothering to stifle himself. He would've screamed more, but by then he had lost his voice. Slade decided he should finish this quickly. He knew the boy was in a great deal of pain and as cruel as he was ... he wasn't going to make him endure any more of this than he had to. Slade continued speeding his pace, careful not to injure the boy. He would've liked to take his time, but he didn't want to torture the poor boy. He let out a grunt in Robin's ear when he came, the last few thrusts unintentionally rough. He stayed there for a few more seconds, panting hot air down Robin's neck, while he shook and sobbed.

He pulled out and fixed his pants, still half-dazed, "you are dismissed." He stood up and left the room, striding down the hall to his study.

Robin lay there a few more minutes, letting himself shake and sob and try to scream in unbearable anger shame and agony. After letting out the last few sobs, he pulled himself to his feet and pulled his pants back up, wincing at the last couple of inches. he walked down the hall to his room on quivering legs. He collapsed onto the bed, wishing he coult just set off that bomb at the roof of his mouth and die. Eventually, the exhaustion from his struggles got the better of him and he drifted off to sleep.

(Ugh! SO SAD! We really need to pep this up. Anywhoselpenis, I'm sorry about the veigueness in the rape scene ... it's a rape scene, I try not to give the horny details when something terrible is happening. So, don't worry, the sex scenes in future chapters will be better, and I'll try to inject a little bit of humor to lighten the mood. Still relatively new at this. If there are any errors, I'm really sorry, I just got to lazy to re-read it. So yea, there will be new chapters.)