A/N: Slade's history is described in a simple, rather general, way, and, as I have warned before: forget the timeline! I have used the comic (thank god for scans!) and Wikipedia as my main sources, but I couldn't very well include everything, so…


Black Sheep 2: Most Wanted

Chapter Six (Who would'a thunk it?): Parentage and Princesses

"I've missed you! I love you so much…" the woman blubbered.

"I love you too." Slade answered softly, stroking the woman's back.

Robin didn't know that four words could hurt so much.

Robin's world was suddenly a very cold and empty place. He watched, in a daze, as the woman removed Slade's mask, kissed his cheek and laughed, cradling his face with her hands. He watched as Slade returned the gesture with a low laugh of his own.

"It's been too long…" Slade said.

"Yes, it has…" Suddenly the woman punched Slade playfully in the stomach. "You said you'd check up on me, you bastard!"

"Well, someone decided to work abroad all of a sudden, and I lost track… I was going to look you up soon…" Slade answered.

The knife in Robin's chest twisted.

Suddenly the two adults seemed to notice the teen.

"Oh!" The woman exclaimed and looked startled. "I removed your mask! I'm sorry, I-"

"If Robin here hadn't seen my face, I would have stopped you." Slade reassured her. "He is my apprentice. Robin? This is Rose Wilson. My daughter."

"Actually, I'm using Worth now…" Rose grinned apologetically, "Sharing your name can sometimes be… troublesome…"

"Y-your daughter?" Robin stuttered, his mind screaming different things at him, all at once.

She's older than I am!

He loves her…?

He never said…

At least she's not his wife… or is this worse?

She's his family…

His daughter…

He loves her!

But… I…

It… hurts…

Why would…?

"Let me guess, you have told him as much about your personal background as you normally do, right?" Rose smirked, and Robin immediately noticed that they had the same kind of smile. He wanted to punch it off her face. "Really, dad, you should try to let people closer once in a while…"

"He has only been with me a few months…" Slade said offhandedly, while putting his mask on again.

Robin still hadn't moved, he wasn't sure he could.

"So why are you here?" Rose asked while turning to go pick up the gun she had dropped. "Don't tell me you want to hire someone?"

"No, I'm here to house Robin for a few weeks while I go on a mission," Slade let her know, and the knife in Robin's chest seemed to ease out a little bit.

At least he didn't tell her the truth up front… does that mean he doesn't trust her? He trusts ME… right…? Well, obviously not on a PERSONAL level…

"You sure? Not to worry you or anything, but I've had some flashes…" the woman said and tapped the side of her head.

"You… you are a psychic?" Robin asked. Of COURSE she's a meta-human… he added bitterly in his mind.

"Nah, just slightly precognitive…" The woman shrugged with the smile Robin hated. Well… hated on her. "Usually only works for the immediate future, but once in a while…" Rose continued. "I think there will be some trouble here soon… no idea what, though."

"We'll keep an eye out, won't we, Robin?" Slade promised.

"Yes, Master." Robin nodded, and Rose made a disbelieving sound.

"Master?" she asked.

"Yes. He is my apprentice," Slade said with a clipped voice, indicating that the discussion wasn't to go any further.

"Okay, I see…" Rose said, her voice a bit tighter than before. "When I asked you to teach me…"

"We would have driven each other crazy within a week, Rose…" Slade said gently, apparently trying to bridge, or sidestep, a rather large chasm in their past. "You know I'm there when you need me… I will stay here for at least a week, let's train together, shall we?"

"Okay… but I'm gonna kick your ass…" the woman pouted.

"Sure you will, Rose…" Slade chuckled.

"You'll see…" the woman grinned, and then she yawned. "I'm going to get some sleep… I hate night-classes sometimes… but the students hate morning-classes even more, so… I'll see you tomorrow… or later today… or whatever…" she waved at them and left.

"Let's go to our room," Slade half ordered, half suggested, after Rose had left.

"Yes, Master," Robin agreed and fell in line behind him. It was very important that they kept up appearances all the time, as you never knew who might be watching or listening, but it didn't bother the teen… he was in no mood to talk to Slade at the moment, anyway.

They took the elevator up to their floor and walked along a row of similar looking doors until Slade stopped by one. He handed Robin a key card and then the teen watched as the man slid his own card into the slot at the door, and entered a six-digit code.

"Did you memorize it?" Slade asked, indicating the code.

"Yes, Master."

"Good." The door swung open, revealing a small, rather bare, living-room with a work-area, a TV and a two-seat sofa. Robin blinked as he saw a small gift basket on the coffee-table, full with what looked like miniature bottles of shampoo, toothpaste and such. Would there be a mint on their pillows as well? But no. The bedroom was just as plain, the only thing standing out was the frame of the king-sized bed, as it was made of black metal, shaped as connected bee hive-cells. Robin rolled his eyes when he saw it. The colour-theme was much stronger here than in Bloods office, everything seemed to be black or yellow, including the bedspread, and it made Robin's head hurt. The bathroom was simple, with a standing shower, but at least there were two robes and a set of towels for the both of them, along with soap, toothbrushes and shaving equipment. Robin wondered if they would be billed for all of that. He suspected they would. Well… he smirked, Slade would.

"Secure the rooms, Apprentice." the man ordered him, and Robin started looking for bugs and cameras. Usually Slade did this, but of course it was the apprentice job now… Robin knew where to look, however, and did it silently and efficiently. He found no cameras, but no less than five listening-devises, three in the living-room and two in the bedroom. He indicated their numbers and positions to Slade by holding up his fingers and pointing.

"Very good, apprentice. You may destroy them. I'm sure Brother Blood understands our need for privacy."

When Robin moved to take down a really tricky one in the living room, cleverly disguised as a smoke detector, Slade shook his head, and Robin left it alone. It would pick up their voices if they were close to the sofa or desk, so that's were Slade seated himself for now.

"So, apprentice… what do you think of the school?"

"It seems very interesting, Master. If I didn't have you, I think I would have liked to go here." Robin said eagerly, playing his part for the bug.

"Good…. Don't get too comfortable, though, I'll be back for you in a few weeks."

"I'll miss you, Master," Robin said solemnly. "Do you think I'll be allowed to keep the room while you are away? Should I go get our things? You will stay for a while before you have to go, right?"

"Yes, no, I'll arrange that in the morning, and yes." Slade gave him a genuine grin. "I won't get the details until next week, and then I need to do some planning before I go… besides, I've promised to give a few lectures."

"They are very lucky…" Robin half grinned back, trying to look, but not sound, sarcastic.

"Yes, they are…" Slade smirked back. "Why don't we take a shower and get a few hours of sleep before dawn? I was promised to get your schedule at nine." he said and undid his mask.

"Yes, Master, but… I don't haven anything to sleep in…" Robin said, while unbuckling his belt and armour. After his boots were pulled off, he was left in his black tights and black and orange top. "Our things are still-"

"You won't need anything, apprentice… Believe me…" Slade leered, and Robin's heart started to beat a little faster.

"Yes, Master," he said meekly, but frowned as he stepped into the bathroom. If Slade thought he would have his way with him, he had another thing coming…

Robin heard the clink of metal as Slade undid his own armour, and then the man joined him. Even though the teen had already checked, Slade quickly searched the place for bugs himself, before closing the door and turning towards Robin.

There was one thing about Slade which really made him Slade, Robin realized as the single eye landed on him. Slade paid attention. Not on a normal level either. The man seemed to have a 360 degree visual range, and be able to see the immediate past, present and future all at once. That made him more than deadly in a fight and, frankly, it made Robin tremble as the man focused all that attention on him. He needed him to, however, and he encouraged it by slowly pulling up his top, stretching as he did.

"So…" he asked when he was sure Slade was focused enough, "…you got a lot of kids, or what?"

"Hmmm…?" Slade, who really didn't live up to his name at the moment, hummed.

Robin folded hit top carefully and put it on the counter, before hooking his thumbs under the waistband of hit tights, and started to push them down.

"Got a wife too, perhaps? Ever been married?"

"Yes."

Robin stopped, making the man in front of him frown.

"You're married?"

Finally Slade caught on to what Robin was doing.

"You are strip-interrogating me? Interesting technique," the man chuckled.

"You. Are. Married? So you are cheating on her with me? I'm the other woman?!" Robin hissed, before catching onto what he was saying. "Well. Sort of," he added, hurriedly.

"Whether or not I am is none of your business, and I don't think that is a tone you would want to use with your Master," Slade warned him.

Robin reached out and started the shower to be sure every sound was really drenched out, before answering.

"Forget it, Slade!" he growled. "I'll do anything out there to save Cy, but if your past is none of my business, than I'M none of yours!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" the mercenary answered in the same tone.

"Well, it means I'll sleep on the floor for one thing!" Robin bit back. "Get out of here and let me shower!"

Slade chuckled darkly, taking a few steps toward Robin and forcing him back against the edge of the shower.

"We have a deal."

"Yes. But you just made very clear to me what I mean to you, and I don't have sex with people I-"

"People you what?" Slade asked as the teen cut himself off.

"People I… I don't care about."

Slade snorted loudly and took another step. Robin forced himself to stand his ground as he didn't want to get soaked.

"You have until now." the man told him.

"No… I haven't…" Robin said softly.

"Is my little princess in love?" Slade sneered.

Robin's anger flared, reaching the temperature of a supernova.

"No! But I used to fucking care! I liked you, I admired you, I wanted you! And I could take that crap about you not wanting to talk about yourself, but when your past comes up to you and fucking hugs you, right in front of me, and you still shut me out? Well, that really puts me in my place, doesn't it? Shows me exactly what I am to you, right? Well, we're over, Slade, we're-mpfff!"

Slade had hooked a hand around Robin's neck and pulled him up against him, silencing his rant with a kiss in the way he knew would work. As their lips parted Slade hissed.

"Ex-wife, two sons, one dead one missing, Rose has another mother. I'll tell you the rest afterwards.

"After what?" Robin growled, pleased with Slade's answers, although they were long overdo, but still in the blazing heat of anger.

"Guess." The man smirked and then picked him up, taking him out of the bathroom and, crossing the living room, entered the bedroom.

Robin was none-too-gently thrown on the bed and Slade was on him immediately, pulling his tights the rest of the way down. Robin expected the man to undress then, but instead he found his wrists caught and forced against the metal frame of the bed. Robin had no time to react before the stretchy material of the tights was wound around them and tied them securely to the frame above his head.

"Hey, what-?" he choked out, but Slade made a hushing gesture, got off the bed and went to the door.

"I'm just making sure you won't try to back out of our deal again," the man smirked and disappeared out into the living room, only to return a second later carrying the gift-basket. "Now… what should I use to fuck you? Toothpaste? That probably hurts… conditioner? No… Honey? What's that even doing in here? Ah… lotion… here we go… wait… body-oil? Lucky you, you get to choose. Lotion or oil? Both honey-scented I'm afraid, even the toothpaste seems to be…" The mercenary looked up at Robin expectantly.

"What if I don't choose?" Robin asked, getting irritated.

"Then you'll be in pain tomorrow," Slade shrugged. "Oil, then, since you are having so much trouble deciding, and I'm really not feeling very patient at the moment," Slade said and started to undress.

"Stop joking around and untie me…" Robin growled, struggling against his bonds.

"You don't seem to understand, apprentice…" Slade purred as he quickly finished stripping and went to straddle Robin's taunt body. "This… is why I'm doing this mission for free…"

Robin stared up at him incredulously.

"So… so you can fuck me? But you-" Robin was about to say that the man already did that. Frequently.

Slade interrupted him by making a deep sound, half purring, half chuckling.

"No, no, no… so I could fuck you… any way I want," the man told him with a smug smirk. "We made a deal, remember? I'll help get you here, help you rescue your team-mate, and for the duration of the mission you obey me… in every way… all the time… wasn't that the deal, Apprentice?"

"Y-yes, but…"

"No buts… I'll forgive you for the incident in the shower, because Rose was a shock you weren't prepared to deal with, but I am expecting better from you from now on… understood?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master," Robin breathed, not sure if he was really aroused or just really afraid.

"Good boy… Now, I've wanted to tie you down for a very long time, so let's do it properly, shall we?"

A few minutes later, Slade had made good use of the bathrobe belts, tying them above each of Robin's knees. The other end of the belts were fastened to either side of the headboard, both pulling Robin's knees back and spreading them.

"There… primitive, but it will do until the real things arrive." Slade nodded.

"R-real things?" Robin struggled against the bods, feeling terrifyingly exposed.

"Oh, you'll see… I have arranged for some… toys…" Slade smirked and climbed onto the bed again.

Robin immediately pictured whips and needles and all sorts of horrible things, and his eyes widened.

"S-slade… Master, you… you won't hurt me, will you?" he asked, hating how pitiful he sounded, but suddenly Slade hurting him seemed to be a very real possibility. Robin desperately wanted the man's face to soften, for Slade to reassure him that this was just a game, but that didn't happen. Instead the man's smirk widened.

"You'll learn to love it, Apprentice…" Slade promised.

Robin wasn't so sure. He couldn't object, though, he had promised… and if he broke that promise… would Slade just leave him? He wasn't sure… maybe he'll pretend to go off on that mission, and maybe he would be able to save Cyborg on his own, but, truth be told, he wanted Slade there, watching his back… maybe that was cowardly, but Robin decided to call it common sense.

"Let's make this even more interesting…" Slade grinned, and reached for his own abandoned tights. Robin blinked in confusion for a moment, but then Slade put one of the long legs over his eyes, blinding him.

"No..!" Robin spat, squirming and shaking his head, but the cloth was already being tied securely behind his head.

"Now, now… I could use the other leg as a gag…?"

Robin froze and shook his head again.

"No… please, Master?" he begged. He was already blinded, which was bad enough, but to also be mute? Robin desperately didn't want that.

He heard Slade open the bottle of oil and then he felt a few drops hit his chest. The teen hissed as the cool liquid met one of his nipples, which immediately hardened. It was abandoned, however, as Slade continued to move the bottle up and down Robin's body, letting a drop fall here and there. Not knowing where the next one would fall, made Robin shiver in anticipation, and he noticed that his skin seemed so much more sensitive all of a sudden. Except for the one nipple, Slade seemed to avoid his usual sensitive places, but that almost didn't matter, as Robin soon gasped from having a drop run down his upturned arm to his armpit, from his cheek down his neck and from his lifted knees to his hip. When a single drop finally hit the tip of his hard cock, Robin bucked and cried out, very close to coming.

"You are so sensitive, Apprentice…" he heard Slade chuckle, and Robin remembered that he was supposed to be angry at the man for doing this to him; he had even forgotten to be afraid. Slade's fingers started following the trail of drops, first pinching the poor abandoned nipple, before continuing across the skin, stroking, pinching, prodding. When a fingertip landed on the same place the last drop had, Robin cried out again, and tried to buck, aching for Slade to touch him more, but the finger stayed still.

Robin bit his lower lip to keep from begging. He felt he had done that enough, and he knew, well, he was pretty sure, that Slade would eventually let him come. He just hoped it wouldn't take the rest of the night.

The finger was removed, and a pair of lips attached themselves to the nipple instead. Robin wanted to point out that he had two of those, but he doubted that that would be a very wise thing to do. Slade's lips followed the same path as before, making Robin whimper as he bit down harshly on some places while only letting his tongue or lips ghost over others. As he came to the end, Robin's breath hitched in anticipation, and he tried to raise his hips to meet the hot moth. Instead two slick fingers plunged into him and once more he screamed and bucked, not because there was much pain, but because the unexpectedness of it. Fingers closed almost painfully around the base of his cock, as the ones inside him pressed against his prostate. Robin still bucked, gasping, as his body signalled to him that he was coming, should be coming, but Slade wouldn't let him. It was hell, pure agony, but also pure bliss, and Robin, realizing he was sobbing, felt a tear trickle out from under his make-shift blindfold.

To hell with not begging!

"Please… Please… I…"

"Yes, princess?"

Robin had endured Slade's pet name for him, because… well, it was a pet name… it might have started out as the man trying to tease him, and maybe that was all it still was, but, in Robin's mind, it had come to mean something more… a sign of affection, though he barely dared to even think that, and, hearing it now, gave him some much needed reassurance. He was bound and blinded, helpless in this man's hands, but at least… Robin almost laughed out at his own stupid thought:

At least I'm still his princess… He mentally shook his head, deciding he needed some intense physiological help, but that would have to wait, for now.

"Please, Master… please fuck me…please let me come!"

"Demanding… but polite…" Robin heard the man chuckle, and the fingers inside him started to move. "Is this what you want?" the man teased him.

"M-more! Please, more!" Robin cried, pushing back on the fingers as much as he could, straining against his fabric bonds. He gasped as a third finger joined the first two.

"Like this?" Slade asked, twisting his hand as he pushed in and out a bit faster.

Robin didn't want fingers, however, he had meant something else

"Nnnnggghhh….. more!" the teen cried, and got his wish.

Robin's body stiffened as a fourth finger pressed into him. Slade had never stretched him like this before, and Robin felt some of the fear coming back.

"Well… do you want to beg for something else, or do you want my whole hand?" the man above him purred, still fucking him with shallow, hard thrusts of his fingers.

Robin whimpered, trying to focus enough to beg for the right thing.

"I… I want your cock… please…. Master?"

"Very well…" the man said and removed his fingers slowly.

Robin felt Slade shift and then cool drops hit his cleft, trailing down to his hot, still stretched entrance, before - Fucking finally! - Robin felt the tip of Slade's cock pushing into him.

The man started slowly, much too slowly, making Robin take hold of the headboard instead of trying to pull free from it, only to use it to push himself back against the man. He couldn't do it properly since his legs were tied as well, but he managed to lift himself enough to get his ankles over Slade's shoulders. This gave him some leverage, but also gave Slade even more access; something the man took advantage off.

For the first time, Robin found himself being fucked without having any control of the situation. Sure, Slade had held him down before, and being covered by the big man's body rarely left him able to move around much, but he usually would have his arms free, and he could wind his legs around Slade's hips. He had sometimes entertained the thought of pulling on Slade's ears if he got too rough, but now, the only thing he could use was his voice, and Robin immediately spotted two rather large flaws with that situation: one, he was too busy gasping to be able to speak, and two… would Slade even listen?

The man did, as it turned out, but that might be because Robin, having found his voice and a few essential words, started to ask him to go harder and faster. Slade alternated between teasingly long, slow strokes to hard, short ones, which pummelled the teen's prostate until he saw stars. Robin's favourites were the long hard thrusts, though, those where the head almost popped out, and sometimes did, before being thrust back in again, to the hilt. He heard himself making the strangest keening noises when being fucked like that, but didn't quite know how to stop. He was riding the wave to completion now, and cursed loudly as Slade's fingers were back around the base of his cock, stemming the wave only slightly but enough.

He moaned as Slade's thrusts got even harder and faster, before he felt the man's member swell slightly inside him and felt his insides flood with seed. At that moment, Slade let go, and Robin was finally allowed over the edge, milking the man as he pumped even more cum inside him, triggering yet another orgasm from Robin.

The young hero shook from exhaustion, but still let out a wanton moan of disappointment as Slade's member slipped out of him.

"Want more?" Slade's voice was a mix between astonishment and amusement, making Robin smile.

"Always… Master…"

The man chuckled as he slowly undid Robin's bonds, massaging the feeling back into the limbs as he went, until the boy was a boneless pile of goo.

"We should take that shower now…" Slade told him, as he, lastly, pulled down the blindfold.

"Mhhh ..'arry… me…" Robin mumbled, his eyes more than half closed.

"What did you say?"

Robin opened his eyes somewhat more and raised his arms slowly.

"Carry me?"

Slade snorted, but did.

The shower actually managed to restore some of Robin's thought processes, which only proves the virtue of water, and as they got back in bed he was lucid enough to want some answers. Slade had sent their clothes to be cleaned by the morning, but now he was stretched out next to the teen, ready to be interrogated. Well… ready according to Robin.

"So… spill!" the hero demanded. "Master," he added as an afterthought.

"You are not full enough already?" Slade smirked.

"My Master is a very amusing man…" Robin said dryly. "You know what I mean… You've been married?"

"Yes." Slade sighed, clearly deciding to give in. "Her name is Adeline. We met in the military when she was one of the persons in charge of my initial training."

Robin nodded, but didn't comment. He was surprised, but felt he shouldn't be. Slade didn't seem to be the man to fall for some helpless bimbo, after all.

"I did tell you about the military experiment, didn't I?" Slade asked. He was on his back, hands behind his head, staring up onto the ceiling. Robin had a strange feeling that Slade was, deep down, rather enjoying telling someone about himself… it wasn't like he had the opportunity to do that often…

"Errr… well, no, Bruce did, but you more or less confirmed it…" he answered.

"Right… well, I volunteered to test a drug, which, they told me at the time, was designed to help soldiers resists truth serums… that wasn't exactly true and… well, it wasn't pretty… I pretty much trashed the place and had a severe psychotic episode…"

As Slade paused to gather his thoughts, Robin bit back a 'will it end soon?', because he didn't want to die just yet. "I ended up in a coma, but the drug gave me advanced strength, speed, reflexes and healing abilities… it also turned my hair white, for some obscure reason… Addie was there for me, though, and we were married by then. We had a son, Grant, and soon after she became pregnant with another one, Joseph… The drug had implemented itself into my genes, and, I was to discover later, it affected my Joseph and Rose as well, although not in the same way… My military career ended after the experiment. I needed the 'thrill' however, so I became a hunter, though that wasn't enough. Instead I created the character Deathstroke, and worked as a mercenary. I never told my wife, which is one of the few things about my life I truly regret… Someone found out who I was, and kidnapped my youngest, Joe… I came to the rescue, but the man managed to slit my son's throat."

"He… he died?" Robin asked, feeling cold claws squeeze his heart at the thought. He could only imagine how terrible that sight must have been for a father.

"No, thank god, he lived… but his vocal cords were destroyed, and he'll never be able to speak again… Grant… Grant was the one who died… we drifted apart, I guess, and, though I tried to stop him, he joined an early incarnation of the H.I.V.E. He was killed on his first mission."

"Oh… I'm sorry…" Robin said, tentatively touching Slade's chest. He wasn't sure if the man would appreciate a hug, per se, but he wanted to let him know that he was there. "What about Joe?"

"I've lost track of him… I intend to find him again some day, but for now… He's safer without me."

They both fell into silence for a moment, Robin overwhelmed with all this new information.

"I guess I should try to break up with you more often…" he eventually said with a small, ironic chuckle.

"Was that what you were doing?" Slade smirked, turning his head towards Robin.

"Yeah, what? Was I doing something wrong?" The teen grinned back, edging closer.

"You should have used a gun, that's what Addie did." The man chuckled humourlessly and stared at the ceiling again.

"What?"

"After what happened to Joe… She found out about my… work and she… wasn't happy. She was very unhappy, actually, and she tried to kill me. The bullet destroyed my eye, but I survived."

Robin stared at the man, stunned, before bursting into, very inappropriate, but overpowering laughter.

"You… you really did get beaten up by a girl, then?!"

Robin managed to contain his mirth after Slade had described, in detail, what would happen if he as much as giggled one more time. As it involved Robin not being able to sit for a week, the teen used every ounce of self control he had.

"So… what about Rose, then?" he asked, as soon as he was sure his voice would hold.

"Rose…" Slade sighed, lost in thought once more. "I met her mother during a search-and-rescue mission in Cambodia. I was to take her out of the country and-"

"You ended up taking her?" Robin teased.

"Very funny. You are getting more and more like Beast Boy every day," Slade drawled.

Robin gasped with indignation, but Slade continued before he could answer. "We ended up having a short affair, but then parted. I didn't find out about Rose until she was a teenager. I hesitated about getting involved in her life, I had learned how dangerous that could be, but, due to some events, I eventually did… We weren't at the best terms in the beginning, but I think we understand each other now…"

"She loves you," Robin said, almost accusingly.

"Yes."

"You love her," the teen continued in much the same tone.

"I do… even though I missed her childhood, I feel like her father," the man said simply.

"What about her mother?"

"She lost her… car-crash… her body was never found, but…"

"Was this the 'events'' you mentioned?" Robin asked.

"Among other things… but that is a story you haven't blackmailed me into telling, I don't think…" Slade finished with a small smirk.

"Yet," Robin mumbled.

Slade chuckled and shook his head.

"So… she inherited her abilities from you?" Robin asked.

"Her white hair, anyway…" Slade grinned. "The precognitive skills are, as she hinted at, not very reliable, though. She's a skilled fighter, however, has been since she was young."

"What about your sons?"

"Grant was already born when the experiment took place, but it affected Joseph... it didn't show until he was a teen, same with Rose," Slade said, and then refused to say anything more. Robin didn't press the matter, he had to admit that it was amazing having Slade tell him as much as he had.

"Thank you," he said softly, wrapped an arm around Slade's waist and rested his head on the man's chest.

"Just go to sleep, princess…" Slade muttered.

"Yes, Master." Robin yawned, and did.

A/N: Wikipedia states that Slade's healing abilities is the results of a later experiment… I'm sure that is right, but it hasn't been mentioned so far in the comic yet (I've only read two issues yet… well, I can READ or I can WRITE, which do you prefer? ) –grin- . Anyway, I threw in the healing abilities too… I figured that if you know the canon characters you'd be pissed at me anyway for fucking with the time-line (As Graysongirl pointed out to me; Rose is younger that Robin/Nightwing), and if you don't know/care about the original characters, you wouldn't know any better, so… ;) Sometimes I wish Slade was someone who only appeared in the cartoon, like Red X, so I wouldn't have to screw up so much… -lol- but, on the other hand, his story IS quite amazing…

In the real universe Slade pushes Rose into becoming Ravager, and gives her a dose of the same chemicals he got and… that… err… is not a good idea, and I've decided to have this story take place before that… (that's not the Slade I know and love, anyway, so… ;o ) ) Rose learned to fight from her mother and her friends, though… probably more on that in a later chapter…