Had the pheasant not screamed, it would not have been shot

Four days had gone by in the blink of an eye, and Batman, followed by the titans, arrived at the Pizza Palace. And there sat Red X, his mask half way up as he sipped at a Coca Cola; his legs were crossed so casually, as he peered in their direction "hello."

Cyborg readied his blaster as BB took the form of a large Siberian tiger.

Batman put a hand on Cyborg's arm, pushing it gently down "don't. He's here to help"

Red X hadn't even flinched as he fixed his mask and stretched "let's get down to business, alright, kiddos?" He smirked at the mixed reactions, a smirk from Batman and snarls and angry remarks from the boys and Starfire. Red only smirked behind his mask as they all complied.

"I'm here to help our little bird. He went back to Slade, obviously Batman here, filled you all in. It seems, though, that we are at a standstill as far as finding out ware, exactly the hide out is. Now, we can only hold things off so long; We can do it the hero way, waste time, and hope that Robin's condition doesn't get worse, or, we could do it my way… We have to think cruel, break my little birdies heart a bit, in order to save him."

Starfire stood "I will not hurt friend Robin!" Bb glared, standing as well "right! We won't let you hurt your… your robin?"

Red ignored the green one's comment… for now "I never said anything about physically hurting him, we just have to get him out of hiding, in order to do that, we have to kill one of you off, my choice is Raven." Cyborg's fist came too fast to dodge, and Red felt the impact of his smashing the metal of his mask slammed into his face, and his head snapped back.

Red closed his eyes against the pain and straightened up, not caring that blood now dripped out from under his mask "calm down there, metal man. I didn't mean literally!" he snapped at the older teen who was being held back only by Raven's hand on his arm "lets listen to him."

Red sighed and put his hand under his mask, everyone heard the snapping as he set his nose back into place "he just needs to think you're dead. He will come for the funeral, and we can… persuade him to come back, alright?" he looked around at the titans, all looking pale, sad… and exhausted. He wasn't the only one suffering after all. He stared at Raven's in particular, focusing on her eyes, torn, determined, depressed; yet oh so strong. "As his best friend, you would be the one he would come out after." He looked at all the titans again, and batman "You all know the danger he is in. Do you honestly think there's any other way? He's been gone for weeks; let's hear your amazing ideas to save your best friend, if you suddenly thought of a good one."

No one said a word.

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Robin lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling. He had been avoiding Slade for the last few days altogether, he just hadn't known what to do. He was making the man mad at every turn. He wanted to be by the older man at every second. It almost hurt, having to be away from him so long. This wasn't like him, he knew it, but… still, it was how it was.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around him, Slade smiled, his eye examining him "hey baby, how are you feeling?" Robin turned to face him "I'm alright, how are you?" Slade chuckled and pulled him to his chest "I am well, love." He kissed the top of his head. Robin nuzzled into him and kissed his chest, Slade's head radiated to Robin, making him beyond happy. Slade kissed him deeply, slowly climbing on top of Robin, who tangled his hands in his hair. Slade ran a hand up his side and slowly climbed on top of him, earning a little gasp from Robin, then a wanton moan.

Slade kissed the boy's neck, and then nipped at it, tasting the sweet flesh on his pallet. He kissed greedily down the boy's body, caressing every inch of the teen with his fingers and tong. Robin made the most exquisite sounds when he kissed a particularly sensitive area, like the space connecting his leg to the hip, his thighs, and just below his belly button.

Robin hissed in a breath when his lover took him into his mouth. It was amazing, truly. He hissed and arched. Red had been wrong, Slade would never hurt him again, not like he had before, because, now, Robin was all too willing to please the man, he proved this point when he opened his mouth and whispered "please, now, I'm ready."

And Slade obliged.

He lifted the teen's legs and draped them over his shoulders, looking into his eyes "are you sure?" Robin nodded, one short tilt of the head; it was all the encouragement Slade needed as he thrust deeply into the teen, moaning out as loud as his vocal cords allowed.

Robin cried out, god… it felt good. He draped his legs on the man's shoulder, already getting hard "please, Slade, its good." He could not have been more incoherent, Slade knew what he wanted anyway, as he began thrusting in a slow rhythmic pace. Slade quickened as the little noises sounded like great encouragement. "Robin, I'm about to-" Robin nodded, moaning louder "me too!"
They came together, mashing their lips together, Robin clang to Slade for dear life as the man wrapped his warm arms firmly around the boy. After they calmed enough, they lay in a heap of moist flesh, Slade grabbed a blanket off of the bed with his free arm… they hadn't quite made it there. Heh. He draped it around them as they both drifted off to sleep.

A/N: um. Hi. How is it? please review, I have gotten so few lately on this story, and it is my favorite to write. Oh, and Ann, I did read that story, but my friend and I had already thought of Stockholm syndrome being a good thing in a story. Yet, seeing it in Sladinforever's story made me happy, and I figured that it wouldn't hurt to add such an idea to ours. (btw, Sladinforever's stories are very good! Read them.) Loving all of my fans! ^.^

~Fejumia Kuzo