DISCLAIMER: I do not own Young Justice, but Young Justice owns me. :p

WARNINGS: mention of rape, mention/possible description of sex, suicidal thoughts/attempts.

You have been warned, and if you take me to court, because something in this story triggered something for you, I will calmly refer back to the AN. Just letting you know.

Chapter 3

"I was wondering when you were coming up."

The Justice League froze, and stared in horror at the figures in front of them.

Slade Wilson stood there in a t-shirt and jeans, mask off, and a dark smile on his face. Standing next to him, leaning into Slade's side, with his head on the mercenary's shoulder, Slade's arm around his waist, holding him close, was Dick.

"Dick?" Tim asked, fearful confusion in his voice. Dick smiled, and looked up at Slade, who laughed, kissing the young boy quickly.

"I suppose you now know who Dickie bird's been seeing," Slade said, grinning darkly. Bruce watched his first foster son, well aware that Dick hated when anyone but Bruce called him 'Dickie bird', but when the last of the Flying Grayson's did nothing, Bruce was starting to think Slade might be telling the truth.

"No," Tim said quietly, biting his lip when Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder. "Dick would never...he doesn't swing that way."

Slade smirked, and glanced down at Dick. "You want to tell them?"

Dick laughed, blushing slightly.

"Are you going to spank me if I get it wrong?"

Slade laughed, tapping Dick's nose, before kissing him quickly.

"Just try to get it right," he whispered against the boy's lips. Dick pouted for a second, before turning back to his friends and family.

"When I was sixteen-" he was immediately cut off by Slade clearing his throat, and giving Dick a pointed look. The first Boy Wonder sighed loudly, rolling his eyes.

"Dickie," Slade said, in a warning tone.

"I know, I know," Dick pouted. "When I was eighteen," he cut himself off, looking at Slade to make sure that was right, before going on. "I was kidnapped by Slade. He shot me in the abdomen, and twice in the shoulder. Then, when I was in shock from the blood loss, he had Psimon brainwash me so I would serve Slade, and love him unconditionally. So I'd want to have sex with him, and I'd cry any night he wasn't there."

"But you don't love him." Tim said, eyes wide in fear. "Dick, you're brainwashed, you're not thinking right. Technically this can be considered rape."

"Not if I love him." Dick said, snuggling in closer to Slade's side, smiling when the mercenary tightened his grip. "And I love him with all my heart. The brainwashing helped me see that."

"Dickie bird, are you even listening to yourself?" Bruce asked, taking a step back at the rage that flashed across Dick's face.

"Don't call me that!" Dick screamed, taking a step towards the League, only to have Slade pull him back, and hold him to his chest. "Only he can call me that," Dick mumbled, fisting a hand in Slade's shirt.

"Does he love you?" Wally asked quietly. Dick was silent, before slowly looking up at Slade, who gave Dick a gentle smile, and ran a hand through his hair.

"Of course I love you Dickie," he crooned. "I wouldn't have brainwashed you so you could see the truth if I didn't really love you."

"See?" Dick asked in an innocent tone, looking back at his family. "He does love me."

"No, Dick, he doesn't," Bruce said slowly. "He just wants you as his apprentice. He just wants you to become a mercenary like he is."

"No he doesn't," Dick protested indignantly. "He refuses to let me out on patrol with him because he's afraid I'll get hurt. He's keeping me safe because he loves me."

"He doesn't love you, Dick," Wally said forcefully. "I'll bet you anything he's using you for sexual pleasure."

"And he's using me for that as well," Slade said. "We're both adults, and we're both consenting-"

"He's not consenting if he's brainwashed!" Tim screamed, throwing himself at Slade. Before he even had a chance to process what was happening, Tim was on the floor, wheezing for air. Above him, stood Dick, a look of rage on his face, hands balled into fists. Slade laughed loudly.

"And now you see another reason I keep him around," the grin on Slade's face was inhuman. "My own personal attack dog."

"Richard, please," Bruce said slowly. "He's using you."

Dick shook his head, moving back into Slade's embrace again.

"No, he's not," Dick said quietly. "You just don't understand, because you've never been in love."

"Yes, I have Dick," Bruce said gently, taking a small step forward. "And I've seen relationships where one person is brainwashed into loving the other, when they don't really. That's what's happening here. Please, Dick, just listen to me."

"Oh I am." Dick said darkly, lifting his chin. "I just don't care."

"Richard," J'onn said, taking a step forward. "Don't make me do this."

Dick whimpered quietly, leaning into Slade a little more, and Bruce wondered just how much force it took Psimon to break Dick's mind, despite the boy being in shock.

"Don't touch me," Dick whispered. He gazed up at Slade with fearful eyes. "Don't let him touch me."

Slade nodded, and pulled out a gun, holding it under Dick's chin. Bruce stared in horror at the silent threat, and was shocked to see Dick relax ever so slightly.

"Don't touch him," Slade said evenly. "Or I'll shoot him."

"Dick," Wally said slowly. "He's threatening you. He's going to shoot you because he doesn't really love you. You're just collateral damage to him."

Dick sighed, tilting his head to the right slightly, despite the gun under his chin.

"I know," he said slowly. "Because he's shot me before. It's the only time he brings me with him on patrol. When he thinks he might get cornered. He uses me as a shield. And, if I'm a good shield, he rewards me when we get home. Assuming I wasn't actually shot, that is."

Tim shivered, when the meaning of the word 'reward' clicked in his mind.

"Now here's what we want," Slade said calmly. "Let us leave, and no one gets hurt. Try adn stop us...and Dickie here's going to be losing some blood, as well as tonight's bedroom brawl(1)."

Dick whimpered at that, and Slade's smile grew a little bigger, and his kissed Dick's forehead.

"Make your choice Justice League," he said darkly, pushing the gun a little harder into Dick's chin, forcing the boy to look up at the ceiling. Bruce took a shuddering breath, but before he could say anything, Wally spoke.

"Okay," he said quietly. "We'll let you go. Just...just don't hurt Dick. Please."

Slade's lip twitched, before he tightened his left arm around Dick's waist, keeping the gun under Dick's chin but relieving the pressure, as they turned their back on the League, and made their way to the front door. Just before they left, Tim called out,

"Wait!"

Slade froze, and looked back over his shoulder. "What?"

"What's Dick giving you?" Tim asked. "Aside from...pleasure. What do you really want from him?"

Slade smiled, kissing Dick's cheek, before answering,

"His innocence."


A short time later

"Dickie, are you alright?" Slade asked, as he walked into the bedroom, dressed in nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist, to find Dick sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. Dick shook his head, as Slade sat next to him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"No," Dick mumbled, looking up at Slade. "My head hurts."

"Do you think the brainwashing is wearing off?" Slade asked gently. Dick shook his head, blinking once or twice, before looking up at Slade.

"W-what am I...doing here?"

Slade sighed. "Sorry Dickie bird."

Before Dick knew what was happening, Slade had him tied to the bed, and was calling Psimon. A second later, Psimon walked into the room, and sighed when he found Dick tied to the bed, with a washcloth in his mouth.

"I'm going to assume the brainwashing is wearing off?" he asked. Slade nodded, and Psimon said nothing more, as he walked over to Dick's side. The Boy Wonder let out a muffled scream as Psimon forced himself into Dick's mind, to repair the brainwashing. A few seconds later, Dick went limp, blinking owlishly up at them. Slade smiled, and untied Dick from the bed, pulling him into his arms, and Dick removed the gag.

"What happened?" he whispered. Slade kissed the top of his head.

"The brainwashing was wearing off."

Dick whimpered. "No," he whined. "I don't want to lose you."

Slade nodded, and looked up at Psimon.

"This has been happening more often lately. How do we stop it?"

"Well, there are two options," Psimon said. "One is to just continue doing what we've been doing-"

"But that might not work if the brainwashing wears off when Slade's not around," Dick interrupted. "Right?"

Psimon nodded. "Exactly."

"What's the other option?" Slade asked.

"The other option is to remove all his memories, permanently," Psimon said darkly. "Make him think you're the one who saved him from the circus, rather than Bruce Wayne."


Well? Was it good? Bad? Love it? Hate it? Please review and let me know. Also, what do you think Slade's true motive is? Do you think he really does love Dick, or do you think he's using Dick for his own dark reasons?

(1)-Can anyone guess what song this is from? Leave your answer in the reviews. Whoever gets it right will get a shoutout in my next update, and I'll even promote you if you'd like. Good luck. There can be many winners, not just one. Just depends on how many people guess.