My fourth drabble! Chaptered stories will come eventually...

No warnings :) (apart from that I didn't proof-read it)

Please enjoy?

It all started out as usual.

"Titans, go! Slade, at the docks!" Robin cried, blood already pumping at the thought of fighting his sworn enemy. The team ran, flew and hovered from their living room onto the roof, before reaching the edge and leaping to the skies to get to the docks, just across the bay. Raven flew solo while Starfire took Cyborg and Beast Boy took Robin. The leader called to his team as they approached the docks.

"Remember, team, just like we planned," he said.

Robin's detective eyes, Cyborg's scanners and Raven's empathy dark magic thing scoured the warehouses below, searching for any sign of the villain. When they confirmed he wasn't outside, the five of them landed on the warehouse roof that they'd gotten the alarm from. Beast Boy sniffed through the skylight, leaving them waiting for a second as he located the mercenary. A moment later, he turned into a spider and scuttled inside.

Knowing this was her cue, Raven shrouded the others in her cape and morphed into bird-form, sinking through the roof. She found Beast Boy and hurried over to him, completely invisible. She could sense Slade on the other side of a huge pile of crates, in the middle of the equally large warehouse. A faint tapping could b heard; the tapping of a keyboard. The keyboard that Robin had planted there to lure Slade. As Raven unshrouded her friends, the Boy Wonder now gritted his teeth firmly. Somehow he thought it would be harder than this. Slade had actually fallen for the trap, and hadn't realised he'd set off the alarm. He didn't like this. Something wasn't right.

But they had to continue now so, with a nod from Robin, Beast Boy flew off in butterfly form and a moment later, a clank could be heard as BB distracted Slade, and the tapping stopped abruptly. A new click was heard which made the back of Robin's neck prickle.

A gun.

He glanced at Raven, then gestured to everyone moving towards the crates, and Raven nodded, once again shrouding everyone and shifting silently over. Beast Boy found them a minute later and all was very, very silent. As Slade wasn't within sight, Raven unshrouded everyone and, touching Robin's arm, pointed at a gap in between the crates. Robin nodded once.

He turned to his team, pointed to himself and then the gap, and then gestured to Cyborg and Starfire to attack. Once they nodded, Robin steeled himself, heart pumping, and quickly jumped from crate to crate until he reached the other side.

The computer was whirring not too far off, beside a bunch of other technical stuff that Robin had planted there to intrigue the mercenary. It was kind of a lame trap and Robin was really surprised he fell for it, but now, as he took in the tall, wide shouldered man that stood not five feet from him, he realised that he had been trapped in his own trap.

The man had a gun strapped to his shoulder. He was facing away from the hero but Robin knew from the way Slade's face was slightly turned to the side, more towards him, that he knew he was there. He extended his bo-staff and narrowed his eyes, grunting the compulsory "Slade."

Robin tried to ignore his frantically beating heart as the man turned around, two-tone metal mask glaring down at him, the barrel of the gun pointed at him. Robin knew he couldn't dodge a speeding bullet, and he also knew that if Slade aimed, he wouldn't miss. He jumped backwards deftly and the tall, imposing man took a step forward. Robin stepped back again, and Slade stepped forwards. And so it went until the man reached the space in which Robin had been standing at first, in front of the gap.

And then the Titans struck.

A bright beam of blue and multiple green bolts shot through the gap, straight at Slade, blasting him to the side. Robin grinned as he realised Slade was actually surprised by the attack, and flipped forward, landing a hard kick in the man's stomach before flipping on top of the crates. Beast Boy and Cyborg stood beside him on lower crates, and Starfire and Raven flew over head in a classic team pose. Robin wanted to say something smart but somehow he thought it would make him sound stupid and immature.

He was about to command his team to attack when the crates burst open, sending Cyborg tumbling to the floor while Robin flipped out of the way and the other three flew. Robin glanced back at where the huge stack of crates spreading across the floor used to be, and his eyes widened as he spotted the Slade-bots pouring out of the remains.

Well, shit.

He got out his sharp bird-a-rangs and let rip, running and jumping and flipping and throwing, slicing up as many as he could. He tried to get to where Slade was but there were too many bots and Slade probably wasn't even there anymore anyway. Suddenly, a thick arm grabbed Robin from behind and he tried to struggle but Slade – for it was undoubtedly him doing this – was way too strong.

The Boy Wonder wriggled and squirmed but he couldn't get enough power behind his kicks to cause any damage, and the man was crushing his arms to his sides with his single arm, using the other to fire his grappling hook to the skylight.

"Titans-!" he almost managed to get their attention, but then the man had swung them out of the building and too far away for them to hear. Robin swore, shouting at Slade to let him go, and the man sighed.

"Robin, Robin, Robin. When will you learn? I could have let you stay conscious, but my caged little bird isn't allowed to sing."

The man almost sounded regretful before he landed on a rooftop and punched Robin in the side of the head. He only felt the pain for a second, before falling sideways, unconscious. Slade caught him and continued on, a smirk on his lips under the mask. Well, this turned out more interesting than he could have expected.

He leaped over buildings with his little bird in his arms, only needing his grappling hook twice more. He got to the skylight of the tiny apartment he was renting and jumped in, placing the lithe hero on the floor before removing his belt and placing it safely out of reach. He didn't tie the boy up, because he was hoping this might make the teen more wary and less eager to attack, thinking it might be a trap.

Then he waited for Robin to wake up. He worked out for a while in the big open space. There was a bench press and other various gym equipment in one corner, away from the huge panoramic window, and a kitchen in the other. A door led to a bathroom on the other side and there was a sofa and a TV in the other corner. Other than the necessary furniture, the place was bare.

Slade went to stand by the window, staring out over the city, ready for the green and blue flashes of light from Starfire and Cyborg. He hoped his business with Robin wouldn't take too long, and smirked at what was to come. Or rather, who was to come.

Suddenly the mercenary's head flickered to the side as he heard a footstep, but a heavy, steel-toe boot met his face with a sickening crunch, and the man felt a flash of pain as he stumbled back, caught off guard for the first time in a very long time.

Robin smirked as the man stumbled back, a cocky comment about not being ready on his lips, but the man didn't just stumble; he tripped over his own feet and went not into the window, but through the window. Robin cried out and ran forwards to the shattered pane and swore loudly, his heart thundering, his mind thrown into turmoil. His head whipped round and he sighed in relief as he saw his belt in the far corner. Quicker than ever, he dashed for the grappling hook and then ran back, firing it at the roof a few feet above his head, then launched himself after his adversary.

"Slade!" he cried as he whipped down the side of the building, one hand clutching his grappling hook, his eyes wide as he spotted the man's figure in the street below. He'd already landed, and Robin swore, tears coming to his eyes. No. No. It wasn't supposed to be this way, this wasn't supposed to happen, dammit!

He landed in a crouch beside the man and disengaged his grappling hook before dropping it and crouching, swallowing back bile. The man had landed knees first, he could tell by the way they'd broken in comparison to the rest of his body. His mask was cracked down the front, blood seeping out from his nose, visible on the front of his mask. Hands shaking, Robin reached out to take it off, not because he wanted to find out who he was, but because he needed to see if there was a possibility he was still alive. He pulled the mask off and stared in brief wonder at the regal, angled face, the white hair tinged with red, the eye patch on his right eye. Slade was handsome, and that was putting it lightly.

Robin, unable to find Slade's pulse because of the metal chest plate which went all the way up to his neck, bent close to the man's face, his ear right next to his lips to see if he could hear any breathing. The bite on his earlobe made him cry out and reel back, staring wide eyed, his heart suddenly racing, and he let out a half sob, half laugh as he saw the smirk settled on the man's broken and bloodied face.

"I'm impressed, Robin, you actually managed to injure me rather badly," the man said, his usual purring voice wheezing somewhat.

"Oh my god," Robin sobbed.

"Yes?"

"Wha- oh." The teen rolled his eyes with a little smile. "Shit, don't do that," he grumbled. "You nearly gave me two heart attacks, once when you fell out of the window, then when you bit me," he scowled, and Slade smirked.

"Well, you nearly killed me. I had to return the favour. Now if you're so grateful I'm alive, could you please reset my legs? They're kind of broken,"

"Broken? Try shattered," Robin muttered, but nevertheless crawled down to straighten the man's legs out. He couldn't even begin to describe the relief he felt that the man was alive. It didn't matter that Slade was a horrible man, who kidnapped and killed. Robin was not a killer and he didn't know how he could have lived with himself if he'd found the man dead.

"I," he paused as he finished straightening the man's legs out. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, glancing back up at the man who was lying before him, so vulnerable. Slade was helpless. It was so wrong to see him like this. "I'm so sorry," he was crying now and cursed as the tears filled his mask. He protested as Slade's hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him forwards, but forgot to complain as the man pulled him to his chest.

"If you're that sorry you didn't kill me," grunted the man, "then maybe I could fuck you? As punishment?"

Robin glanced up, filled with dread, and the man toyed with the edge of his mask. Slade seemed to realise that the teen was troubled by his last words and sighed.

"No, Robin, I'm not going to hurt you. I was actually planning on fucking you when you woke up but you decided to kick me out of the window instead. Very polite,"

"Oh, and kidnapping me and knocking me out and dragging me to someone else's house wasn't," grumbled Robin, but he was relieved. Slade said he wouldn't hurt him, and for once the hero believed him.

The man ignored his statement and, before Robin could protest, ripped his mask off, leaving him staring into a pair of stunned, bright blue eyes. The man took a moment to admire the youth's gorgeous face, and then dragged him forwards to kiss his lips firmly. Robin made an undignified noise which, later, Slade called a squeak, which Robin then vehemently denied, but then clutched onto the man's bloody hair and kissed him back, his lips parting to allow Slade's tongue entry, and Robin moaned softly, revelling in this delightful, hot feeling of the wide, flat, male chest and abs pressed up against his own.

When the mercenary let the hero go, he was gasping for air, face flushed, a small grin on his lips as the one-eyed man smirked, giving him a second, shorter kiss.

"Nice trap earlier, by the way, in the warehouse," he muttered gruffly. "I knew the computer was a set up, but I had no idea your friends would be there too. I thought you were too obsessed with me to bring them along," he admitted, and Robin was so proud of himself for tricking Slade that he forgot to blush.

The man soon reminded him by kissing him silly again, but then Robin heard voiced the next block over.

"Robin?" Starfire's anxious voice.

"Dude?!" Beast Boy's more panicked one.

"Roooobiiiiin." Raven's trying-to-be-loud-but-sounding-more-bored one.

"Yo! Rob!" and Cyborg's familiar one.

Robin sighed, leaning his head against the man's shoulder. "I'll get them to help. But once you're healed...we will..." Robin's face lit up like a beacon again and Slade grinned.

"Of course," he replied, leering. "And I look forward to it."

Strangely enough, Robin did too.

Maybe not too impressed with some of the content of this, but I kinda just wanted to get it out so I could write more...

Wondering if I should do requests? It seems kind of fun :)

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