Respect and Fear
Chapter 8: There's no such thing as monsters
My mom always told me there were no such thing as monsters.
No real ones.
But there are.
I don't know why they tell little kids that.
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Slade walked up to the door to Robins room.
Before entering, his ears caught a faint noise from within. Curious, he pressed his ear to the door to investigate. After a moment of listening, he heard it again. A small, quiet moan.
Slades brilliant mind, easily deciphered what the boy was doing.
He huffed in amusement. What a waste. A perfectly good whore lie just next door, and yet he still insist on taking matters into his own hands...or hand.
Well hell, he wasn't going to just stand there. His apprentice was putting on a show. And he did not want to miss the finale.
With just the faintest creak, Slade slipped into the room. And sure enough his suspiscions were accurate. His little Robin was indeed masturbating.
Clothes on the floor, sheets pushed aside. It was truely a sight to behold.
However, the beutiful sight was disturbed as soon as Robin sensed his presence.
He stopped, mid-stroke, eye's full of horror and shock. His mouth was open as if he were choking.
"Don't let me stop you", Slade mocked.
As Slade's voice brought Robin out of his shock, he quickly slid off the bed and dove under.
Slade laughed cruelly at the boys embarrassment.
Robin's heart was racing. His erection was completely forgotten as he lay flat against the floor, just wishing this was a nightmare. He squeezed his eyes shut painfully, willing the man to disappear.
However, when he felt the bed above him dip down, he knew Slade intended to stay.
Slade lay comfortably where Robin had been touching himself. "You know Robin, as my saint of a Mother used to say, 'It is better for your seed to fall on the belly of a whore than on the floor."
Robin lay stiff as a board, still in shock from the horror of the unexpected visitor.
"Why don't I fetch Shelly, as I can see you have not finished."
Robin was too mortified to answer.
"I'll be back", Slade purred as he got off the bed.
Robin panicked as he realized what Slade wanted him to do. "No!" He finally screeched, just as Slade walked out the door.
Robins jaw dropped. There was no way he was going to... NO! And he couldn't make him! He would stay under the bed.
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Robin's mind was arguing with itself. 'Run to the bathroom. Lock the door. No. He'll be back any second. Don't move.'
But his decision was made for him as the door opened.
He held his breath, trying to remain silent.
"Hello?" A womens voice called.
Robins eyes widened. He had had the slightest hope that Slade had been joking...He should have known better.
"Are you in here?" She asked, as her high heels clicked across the floor.
Robin watched her red high heels from under the bed, carefully.
"Don't tell me you're hiding", she chuckled. "You don't have to hide from me. I'm as harmless as cherry pie."
Robin admitted she sounded nice. But that was not enough to put him as ease. Infact, as subtle as possible, he pulled down one of the sheets from his bed and used it to cover himself.
"There you are", she noticed, obviously hearing his movements.
He knew she was going to hear him, but he felt slightly relieved to atleast be covered.
"Look", she explained, plopping herself on his bed, letting her feet hang. "I just want my money. So why don't you just come out from under there, and I'll finish what you started."
But ofcourse she recieved no answer. At this point, Robin figured if he just stayed under the bed, she'd go away. He felt like a child. But there wasn't much he could do to make the situation any better.
The woman sighed impatiently. "All right", she said, getting up.
Robin heard her high heels click all the way to the door.
She knocked, before being let out.
Slade stood with his arms crossed. "That was quick."
"He's hiding under the bed", she said, sounding annoyed.
"He is, is he?" Slade didn't seem too surprised. He knew Robin wouldn't be willing.
Leading the way, he entered the room.
He walked toward the boy's bed and bent his knees, gripping the underside of the bed. And without warning, he flipped the entire bed over, revealing a very surprised teenager, curled up in a black sheet.
"He's all yours", Slade purred, exiting the room.
The woman stared at Robin. She was surprised to see how small and scared he looked. The boy was definately not one of the sexual deviant's she was used to seeing.
Robin backed himself into the wall, grasping his sheet securely. "Sorry", he apoligized, not knowing what else to say.
"It's ok", she smiled.
Realizing he was timid, she took the initiative and approached him.
"So...",
Robin gulped, clenching the sheet until his knuckles paled.
"How do you want to...Oh", she stopped, noticing the scar down his face.
Robin quickly realized what she was looking at, and blindly put his hand to his face.
"Oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare", she quickly apoligized.
"It's ok", he answered quietly, finally finding his voice.
"What happened?" She asked, pulling his hand down gently, so she could see.
"...uh...nothing", he spoke hesitantly, surprised at her forwardness.
She looked at him uneasily, beginning to wonder just who this boy was, and what he was doing here.
"Here", she motioned to the turned over bed, "help me with this. Then maybe we can talk."
Robin looked at the bed, thinking he was being tricked, but helped her anyway, since she was being nice.
Securing his sheet around his waist, he helped pull the over- turned side back down to the floor.
"There", she panted, plopping herself on the bed once more. She patted the bed, welcoming him.
He looked at her warily.
"I don't bite."
He blushed, feeling like a child again.
"And I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do."
He finally relaxed a bit, after hearing those words. And decided to sit, since he knew he looked foolish, just standing there.
He had to admit she was pretty. She had to be in her mid or late twenties. Her light brown hair came to the middle of her back. And her slightly bronzed skin was flawless. But the heavy make up and whore-ish get up, did nothing to accentuate her beauty.
"So what's your name?"
His mind stumbled, not knowing what to say. He was surprised, and somewhat greatful that Slade had not told her who he was. Although, it was probably because he didn't want her blabbing. That information would probably only put her in danger anyway. So for her sake, he didn't answer.
"Ok. Mr. No name", she dubbed him. "So how do you know Slade?"
He thought for a moment, not quite sure how to answer.
"Are you his son?"
"No" He answered, sounding insulted.
"Okaay...So...are you like...his boy toy?"
"What!?" He looked horrified."
"Just a question", she explained, sounding much too comfortable with such a disturbing topic. "Powerful men have dark secrets."
Robin lost his voice again, feeling uncomfortable. He didn't know this woman at all. He was practically naked. And worst of all, she had just been intimate with Slade. And now she was on his bed.
"So what's he like?"
"Huh?" Robin awoke from his thoughts.
"Slade. What's he like? I know him intimately, but I really don't know much about him."
Robin knew in this case, ignorance was bliss. There was nothing he could say about the man that wasn't either cruel or disturbing.
"There's...not much to tell", he lied.
"Not much to tell?", she mocked. "I know he's a pretty private guy, but you must know a little about'em."
He sighed deeply. The oppurtunity to besmirch the man was tempting. Thinking back to all the things he'd been through, being burned, chained, whipped, starved, dehydrated, locked away for days...
"He's a monster", he explained, finally summing the man up with one word.
"Oh come on, he can't be that bad?...Besides, didn't your Mother ever tell you there's no such thing as monsters?" She asked, nudging him, playfully.
"She lied", Robin answered back, none to playful. "And anyways, she's dead."
"Oh...I'm sorry", she apoligized, humbly.
Robin rubbed his neck, uncomfortably. "It's ok", he forgave her, still being very quiet.
"So", she began talking again, after the awkward moment of silence. "Is there...anything you want to do?", she asked playfully, running a long finger nail down his bare shoulder.
Her finger left a trail of goosebumps on Robin's skin, making him shiver.
"When's the last time you were with a woman?"
He rubbed his arms, umcomfortably, trying to rid himself of the goosebumps, and just shrugged at her question.
"It's ok", she smiled. "You don't have to tell me."
She tried to make him more comfortable by rubbing his back. But as she touched him, he arched and gasped in pain.
She shot her hand back like it had been bitten. "Sorry",she gasped, not knowing what happened.
"No. It's fine", he cringed, trying to block out the pain.
Before he realized it, her hands were on him again, this time moving his shoulders so that she could get a view of his back.
"Oh my god", she gasped. "What is this!?" She asked in disgusted horror.
Robin pulled away, hearing the disgust in her voice.
"Wait", she called, as he continued to back away to the bathroom. But as he reached the door, he shut himself in.
She stared at the door in disbelief. She was tempted to go after him. But decided against it. She didn't want to make the situation worse.
She sighed heavily, then left.
Slade met her, patiently, outside the door.
"He doesn't want to", she explained.
"It doesn't matter what he wants", he replied, coldly.
"I'm not going to force myself on him", she argued.
Slade smirked behind his mask, and pulled out a rather large wad of money.
"What do you think I am!" she hollered. "I don't care how much money you have." She huffed angrily. "Just give me what you owe me."
"Very well", he replied, respecting her values.
"Why is he here anyways?" She asked, as the man handed her her money.
"Shelly", he sounded disappointed. "You know better than to ask questions."
She scowled at the man. She usually did know better, but how could she not? She could tell that boy did not want to be here. And it was obvious that Slade was responsible for his injuries.
Shamefully taking her money, she walked away.
"And don't think about telling anyone", Slade called to her. "...If you want to keep your daughter alive."
She froze in her tracks, registering the threat to her child. "You're a monster", she hissed.
"And you're a whore."
She grimaced at the detestable man, but held her tongue, not wanting to turn that threat into a reality.
Slade watched her leave, making sure she made her way out. Not for her safety ofcourse, but to appease his paranoia.
After she left he decided to talk to his apprentice. He wasn't angry at him, but he was far from pleased.
AN: Sorry, kinda short. Next chapter won't take as long. I've just had a lot of writers block with this chapter. I'm glad it's over. Next chapter: Time to worry
