The Child And The Beast
Chapter 1: A Baby Born Of Sin
Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Family, Supernatural, Drama, Mystery, Fantasy, Spiritual, etc.
A/N: Hello folks, my names Winter (I know, weird name) and I love Fanfiction, especially Teen Titans Fanfiction! So, here I am, a fifteen year old with way too much time on her hands. This story was inspired from watching Beauty and the Beast with my mum. Its not a romance story, heaven forbid, but is meant to be a father to son story between Slade and Robin. Its AU by the way so Slade's raising him from birth. Please review, I'd love some advise and suggestions as I go.
Slade Wilson rode in a carriage one cold winter night in the land of Gotham, a dangerous and violent kingdom with a possibly insane king who most called 'The Bat' since people figured he had gone batty. As his butler Wintergreen drove the carriage and kept his eyes on the horses, Slade stared out into the darkness of midnight. The sky was a dark shade of blue that resembled a monsters mouth when open and ready to swallow its victims, such thoughts would make a small child whimper and hide behind there's mama's in fear. Not Slade, he had always been brave and unafraid of danger. However the next thing he was, chilled him to the bone. It was a basket, left alone at the side of the road, Slade had a pretty good idea of what was in it too. Wasting no time, Slade climbed up to where Wintergreen sat.
"Stop the horses." Slade ordered.
Wintergreen did as told and watched his best friend closely as the ex-soldier climbed off of the carriage and struggled through the snow until he reached the abandoned basket, inside, a small pink blanket covered the item inside easily. Lifting the edge, Slade gasped and didn't even bother telling Wintergreen what was in the basket before getting inside of the carriage with the basket in his arms. As the carriage continued on its way to Slade's large castle in the distance, Slade pulled off the blanket to once again show the face of the new born baby he had found. The child couldn't be more then two days old by the looks of it, he had however raven colored hair that covered the top of his small head with an amazing and breath taking pair of baby blue eyes that Slade secretly hoped were a forever pair. The child smiled up at Slade, making small noises that Slade couldn't help but find oddly cute and innocent. As soon as the carriage reached the castle, Slade got out of the carriage and allowed Wintergreen to see the baby, making Wintergreen gasp as they went inside for warmth.
"Sir, you can't be thinking-" Wintergreen was about to say, but was cut off by Slade.
Slade held up a hand. "I'm not just thinking Will, I'm knowing here. This baby has been abandoned and has no home to look back to, I can not just leave him on somebody's doorstep or leave him to freeze in the cold."
Will shook his head. "Do you even know how to raise a child, Slade?"
"I can learn, you know me, I'll figure it out in no time." Slade said, holding the child carefully.
Will Wintergreen simply stared at Slade, he would never fully understand this man, ever. "At least give the child a name." He said.
"Of course I will, Wintergreen. Wait, there's a note here." Slade commented as he picked up the note carefully and read.
To the unlucky holder of this demon child,
We are fully sorry for dropping this burden on you but we can simply not take care of this demon any longer. His mother and father were murdered mere days ago and since he has been nothing but a nuance. Everyone who tries to adopt him dies a horrible death, plus he has been cursed by a horrible demon who mixed an evil blood within him. On his first birthday (Hopefully he won't live that long) he will turn into a monster and destroy everything around himself. For your sake and for the sake of those around you, kill the child, burn him, do whatever it takes to end him before he kills someone else.
Sincerely, The Church of Gotham.
"It seems the child was born to a religious family of sorts, they must have really messed with a demon to get such a curse." Slade said as he rubbed his new babies head.
Wintergreen sighed as he finished reading the letter himself. "I hope you realize I do not approve of murdering an innocent baby." He said.
Slade nodded. "Of course I do, Will. Don't worry, I'd never kill a child... I'll just raise him myself." He decided.
"Are you sure... neither of us know a thing about children much less cursed children." Will said as he patted the babies head softly. "Besides... he doesn't even have a name."
Slade seemed to mull it over before finally coming up with a name in his mind. "His name will be Richard, I once knew one hell of a soldier named Richard who died to save my life. In his honor, I think this boy deserves Richard's name as well."
Will smiled as he watched Richard gurgle in reply. "I think he approves."
"I agree, Richard it is then." Slade decided as he held the boy up to eye level. "You'll do great things one day, Dick."
"Dick?" Will asked, a bit confused (For once).
Slade smirked at Wintergreen. "Dick is an abbreviation for Richard, it can be the boys nickname... of course Dickie could work too."
"Got it, now, whose room will we be keeping the crib in?" Wintergreen asked. "I at least know that babies need cribs."
Slade nodded as he carried Dickie to his bedroom. "He'll sleep with me then."
As soon as Slade was gone, Wintergreen chuckled softly to himself. "Looks like Slade's going to be in for a rough ride." He whispered to himself and himself alone.
A/N: Hope you like it, it will be continued by the way, please review!