Chapter 8 Riddle Me This
Author's note: Shalom! From last chapter, one can deduct that the plot has taken a twist. I left clues in the text leading up to the event, in order to show their...relationship. Thank you all for the reviews. It has been real and it has been dark, but has it been real dark? I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as much as I like typing this forty-five words per minute.
Robin comprehend the difference between right from wrong, yet he was aware that there are grey areas. To reiterate, not everything was black and white or hot and cold. However, Bruce's relationship with Dick was not one of those grey areas. Torment and angst are the words that would describe the boy's pain. Albeit, no language can precisely describe in words how he felt. This abomination began at the young age of nine and continued all the way up to age fifteen and then again now. It would have behoved Robin to confine in a person such as Alfred, if he did not wish to tell the authorities. Alas, he had yet to utter a single word to any soul. Robin was open about his abhorrence about the man when asked—giving clues about Bruce's actions. He did not out right speak about the heinous crimes committed. It can be argued that Robin was in fact a virgin due to the sex being unconsentual.
Bruce had mocked him for being in love with Slade. Robin disdained the reprimand. Fear had fled from the Boy Wonder's heart. He no longer considered Slade to be a threat, for he surely trusted the man. Robin had been close to proclaiming his love, but he was interrupted by Bruce's company. The wrong place at the wrong time. Oddly, he was not willing to tell Slade that his guardian is a rapist. No. How could he? Slade would saw off the man's penis, shove it up his arse to fuck and then have him consume his own sexual organ. And that would be letting Bruce off easy. He would wish that on no one, yet the thought was rather alluring to him. Hmm, indeed.
The Titan was now in the bed of the paedophile, with a heavy arm draped around his slim waist—Bruce basking in the afterglow of sexual intercourse. With disgruntlement, Robin tossed aside the silk crimson sheets in order to flee from Hell. Unluckily, he was tugged by the arm, being urged to stay.
"Sit a spell."
"Get behind me! Can't you see I don't fancy a prick like you? You're nothing but a damn creep."
"Language, Dick," Bruce reprimanded. "You should know better than to swear, especially on the Sabbath."
"The hell with you! I don't give a damn about no religious upbringing. You can't change my heritage."
"..."
"Who the hell are you to tell me about religion when you just fucked a minor? AGAIN! You have violated me over a thousand times, Bruce. I sure as hell don't secretly want you to get it on with me. You were suppose to be a father-figure to me, not to be your sex toy. Holy hypocrisy. According to your god, you're gonna be consumed in hell fire for all the times you fornicated with a child. I don't wanna look at you. You're lucky I don't get a gun from the Joker and put a bullet between your eyeballs. Rip that grin off your face you had on earlier and shove it up your backside. See how you like them apples, playboy. I've seen that fag rag of yours that shows boys like me in it. Lemme make this real clear for you.. I. HATE.YOU," Swirling a birdie for emphasis and storming out the bedroom with his clothing in hand.
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"Why so grim, little bird? Father and son time not too swell? What did you want to tell me?" Slade had returned from his short escapade in Gotham city. The two were now in the library conversing.
"No. I...he...Look, there's something I've been meaning to tell you and something else that I don't want to tell you. But not now. Slade, I can't go on out for the mission. Not after..."
"What are you keeping from me, Robin," stepping in to close the space between them.
"..." Robin, with a dreary expression, exhaled and stared into the single steel grey eye.
"Robin. Tell. Me," Slade demanded, with a hint of concern in the voice.
Without words, Robin handed Slade a flash-drive. "What's this?"
"All you need to know about Bruce and I," The boy said softly with a melancholy smile. "It's been a nice few months training with you, Slade. I...I think you're pretty swell, for you know? A guy," Robin grinned sheepishly. "Kick ass on the mission." Slowly but surely, Robin wrapped his arms around the older man, embracing him with endearment. With a last look and a wee smile, Robin turned on his heels, courtly walking away like a distant memory. Slade was left deserted, at a loss for words, from the events that in which he had partaken.
Slade wanted to rush at the boy, yet his appendages did not budge one iota. He solemnly glowered at the flash-drive, but enthroned it in his heart. What ever this may be, it was sentimental to the bird, maybe even nostalgic. Out of all people, why did he hand it to the man? Did Robin care for Slade more than what he thought? Robin was not very keen on expressing emotion towards others except for rage, so this would be one of the ways in which the two are similar. Robin had been behaving quite queerly for some time now; he was displaying a roller-coaster of emotions, from euphoria to melancholy to angst. A captivating mixture for a cocktail.
Not wasting time, the mercenary marched up the stairs to his guest room and inserted the flash-drive into his laptop. The uploaded files appeared to show hundreds of videos. Apparently, it was footage from inside Wayne Manor from dates going all the way back almost ten years ago. This was going to take a substantial amount of time to view. It was like watching your favourite programme on marathon night. Nevertheless, Slade knew that it was imperative for him to watch at this very moment; the warmth of Robin's affection etched itself inside Slade's cranium. He could not fathom the teenager; he was an enigma to the man, no matter how much data he pulled on him. Slade had to solve this riddle.
He clicked on one of the seven files to view. The video showed a nine year old Dick Grayson cuddling an elephant stuffed animal in his bedroom. Bruce had walked in and carried him to the bathroom. He drawed the water for the bath, placing his finger under the facet to moderate the adequate temperature. Bruce squeezed a dab of bubble bath, for the child's pleasure. Lastly, he added Epsom salt to the mixture. The billionaire slowly undressed the boy, exposing Dick's innocence. He gentle placed the tyke in the tube and began to gentle wash the boy. Dick giggled, gaily splashing his arms in the water. When the boy was deemed clean, Bruce once again picked the boy up and grabbed a towel to dry. Caring the boy over his strong shoulders like a sack of potatoes, Bruce gingerly placed Dick on the bed. Dick giggled profusely, as the man tickled him. These tickles became more bold, turning into massages. Lotion was spread across that innocent frame, making him slightly shiver. Bruce massaged in the lotion not missing any crevices. Perverted hands were now caressing the boy, fondling his testicles and stroking his penis. Then, in an instance, a warm mouth engulfed Dick's boyhood like a treasured lollipop. The boy was writhing and crying out—face flushed, yet eyes fixated on the man. It was not very long at all, when the boy had ejaculated.
To say that Slade was flabbergasted or enraged or sorrowful, were all understatements. Slade clicked for the next one: Twelve year old Dick riding Bruce. More like Robin riding Batman. It was simply a morbid scene. Batman and Robin were sitting on the chair for the Bat-computer, one hand on Robin's shoulder and the other one planted on his arse, coaxing Robin to scream more shrilly by the second. Robin had turned his face away and tried to dismount by every minute, but it was too late. Robin splurted his load on the man's face, while Batman came from the tightening of Robin's opening, due to the boy's orgasm.
Slade refrained himself from going 5150 on the computer screen. His eyes could not take it anymore, yet he had to see one more video—the last one. He clicked and saw the date—today. There on the screen was 17 year old Robin being taken advantage by a ruthless human-being. The teenager had begged for mercy, but mercy was not there. The older man was overpowering in his strength. He whispered suggestive things in the boy's ear, as Robin continued to writhe and shriek. The agony continued for a couple of hours, practically performing every sex-position in the book. Before the film ended, one could see the love markings and juices all over Robin's body, endlessly feeling like a harlot.
As completely enraged and revengeful the man was, Slade knew that he had to design a game-plan. Now.
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Robin was now in his bedroom chamber, listening to the sounds of the rain. The wind was lightly howling and the crows were cawing. He was curled up in an armchair, keeping the vile from rising in his throat. He had to remain calm if he was going to get through this. His mind told him no, but his heart said yes. He knew that he did the right thing in giving Slade the information, yet he felt unnerved. How would Slade react? What would he do to Bruce? How would he treat Robin? Would he even glance at the boy ever again?
He knew that with love that there must not be any secrets and that there was no fear in love. He had to be honest with Slade and trust that the man would make the right decisions. Alas, Robin felt dirty in all sense of the word. He had just taken a shower, but he did not feel clean. Feeling simply disgusting, he wondered from all these years if it was his fault. Did he tempt the man. Was his first uniform seductive? Did he smile and touch the man too much? Or was it simply his good looks and boyish charm? To reiterate, Robin was not sure sometimes if he was the one who was the victim.
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In the living room, Slade found himself staring at a family portrait of Robin and his parents. That radiant smile, ebony hair, tanzanite eyes, and creamy complexion.
"I see that you are admiring the family portrait of master Dick's parents. He is quite the looker and still is." Alfred had walked up behind Slade undetected, breaking the man from his musings.
"That he is."
"Ah, yes. And this one here, sir." Alfred had pointed to another picture with Dick and Bruce. He appeared to be of the age of nine. Although, Dick's mouth was smiling, showing off the beautiful plump lips, yet his eyes spoke of something else. Melancholy. It seemed that the abuse had already taken its toll already on the poor lad.
"Seems a bit sad doesn't he? I suppose it's from the loss of his parents. Oh, yes. And this one here, sir."
Alfred had handed Slade a picture of two people. One was Dick and the other Slade himself.
"Master Dick looked so happy that day with you. You made him laugh and smile for days."
"Pity, he doesn't remember me."
"Well, you can't expect him to do so; it was almost ten years ago. Besides, have you even taken off that mask?"
"No. But I will."
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Robin walked over to the his dresser, taking in his appearance. Then, something caught his eye. It was a photograph. Robin took a step forward and leaned in to better see. In the photograph, contained two people: a nine year old Dick Grayson and Slade Wilson. His eyes widened in astonishment and tears streaming down his cheek. Suddenly, at that moment, his door was swung open, revealing an intense looking Slade. He quickly marched right up to Robin, stood there for a moment and slowly pried his orange and black mask from his face, casting it to the side, while looking intently at the young man. Robin studied the man for a moment and performed said act as Slade, revealing his gorgeous endless blue eyes. Slade tilted the boy's chin up and leaned in, closing the space between their lips. Slade dominated this kiss. The kiss was feral and innate. Robin permitted the man's tongue, letting their tongues dance and intertwine inside the moist cavern. Wanton moans escaped from the bird's mouth, enticing the man to deepen the kiss. This continued for a while, until they needed some well deserved oxygen. When the two departed, they gazed into one another's eyes, which seemed to last for an era.
"You're beautiful, Robin," The man sincerely smiled.
"You're not too bad looking yourself, for a guy," Robin grinned.
"How long have you known?"
"Since, our first date. I didn't know too many extremely tall men with an eye. So, I looked you up and found out about you."
"So, you didn't recognise me before hand," Slade inquired.
"Not until today," Pointing to the photograph. "I forgot all about it—about you. When I saw that picture, it really hit home," Robin beginning to sniffle.
"I was looking at the picture as well in the living room a moment ago. I no longer wanted to remain hidden from you."
"Well, you don't have to because neither will I. I trust you, Slade...because...I love you," His eyes now shimmering with tears.
"I love you, my little bird," The man wrapped his arms around Robin's lithe frame. "And Robin?"
"Yesh?"
"Don't believe for a second that I forgot about your mentor."
Author's note: Indeed, it is a tad short. What did you all think? What say you, folks? How should the notorious Deathstroke handle Batman? Kill him? Cut off his nuts? I am most interested in hearing your reviews.
