A/N: holy shit, new story! 4 chapters written so far, and I know how it will end, but not how many chapters there will be. Input through out will be appreciated, and encouragement as well, of course! The story will be updated once a week, on Thursdays (for me, could be late Wednesdays or early Fridays for you, of course, and I might update at random times in the day). Enough small talk, let's get this started.
Jail Bird
Chapter One: New Situation
The last couple of weeks had been the craziest in Robin's life. It had all started when he had woken up- no. No, it had started a little before that. It had started with him finally taking down Slade. Well. Them. It had taken his whole team, as well as Titans East and a well-rehearsed plan that worked perfectly. Slade had ended up in custody and shortly thereafter been sentenced to a special security prison for 15 years. It seemed like a short amount of time to the teen, but the man had had good lawyers and probably made a lot of deals to reduce his sentence. Anyway, it was cause for celebration, and celebrate they did. First both teams together, but after a few hours they broke up into smaller groups, depending on interests. Robin, Speedy and Aqualad had ended up at a gay nightclub. Robin wasn't old enough to enter, really, or to drink, but they had been invited in with open arms. The alcohol had flowed. The teen was usually very cautious with such things, but with what had happened, his victory, it had to be celebrated. The last thing he remembered was the bar and the music pumping, and him watching Speedy and Aqualad dancing on the other side of the vast, crowded room.
Then he had woken up. He was used to wake up in all kinds of ways. Happy, energetic, miserable, sick, in various degrees of pain or danger… but not with police officers aiming guns at him, shouting that he was under arrest. Not with three naked, dead men surrounding him on the bed. Not covered in blood and holding a knife. Nope, not the way he usually woke up at all.
Then the circus began, and not the fun kind. He was detained, no bail. A judge claimed he was to be tried as an adult as he was an emancipated minor and treated as a special risk due to his knowledge, skills and contacts. Speaking of contacts, he had been informed that his team had been strictly forbidden to see him and that he was being kept at a secret location so no one would try to free him. The only blessing in all this was that he had been allowed to keep his mask, after pleading that if his identity became known, other people's lives would be at risk. He was therefore tried as Robin of the Teen Titans.
He expected that he would be set free. His defense proved that he had been drugged, and also raped. Robin had no memories of this, but he sure has hell hadn't planned on losing his virginity to three unknown men. He felt dirty. Soiled. Unfortunately, the prosecution painted that picture too. He had woken up, they claimed, and had understood what had happened. There had been a knife, and Robin had used his very special skills with blades in revenge. Then the drugs had made him unconscious again, long enough for a call coming in to the police about something going on in the apartment.
Robin claimed he was innocent. The call had been anonymous. Most likely the killer, the teen figured. But the jury went with the prosecution. There had been mitigating circumstances, the judge ruled. It was an act of self-defense, but at the same time so brutal, like executions more than a fight. He got ten years. No parole.
Robin felt numb as he was walking down the hallway, following a warden, guards on each side. It was all gray, all concrete. Cold. Joyless. Hard.
"This is not a regular prison. This is high risk prisoners only. We don't do 'treatments' here, and we don't care if you psychos rip each other apart. There's no contact with the outside. No guards walking among you. No one to complain to and, more importantly, no one to try to take hostage. Doors are opened and closed remotely. All angles of every room filmed twenty-four seven, and the feeds are always monitored. Keep your head down, kid. Way down… if you know what I mean…" The man smirked at him over his shoulder and the teen sneered back. He was chained, hands and feet, of course, and dressed in the orange scrubs that all prisoners here wore.
"As you don't have meta powers you won't have to wear a dampener collar. If you are good you won't have to wear a shock collar either, we'll see about that…" the man said. "We'll give it a month. If you're still alive, I'll make a decision."
"Thanks," the teen grunted.
"You're welcome," the warden said, overly pleasantly. "Now, here we are. Home sweet home."
It was a steel door in a long row of steel doors.
"You'll go in, turn around, and put your hands through this opening," the warden informed him, indicating a slot in the door. "Then your chains will be taken off. Fail to comply and you'll have to face the other inmates bound. You don't want to do that."
The teen nodded. As the door opened, he shuffled inside and followed the instructions. When his hands were unlocked the feet cuffs somehow fell away too, and the chain was quickly pulled away. The teen rubbed at his wrists.
"Well hello, Robin," a voice rumbled behind him. He gasped and spun around. A tall, muscular, white haired man was leaning against the far wall, smirking at him. The voice and the missing eye, covered by an adhesive black patch, had told Robin who he was.
"Wait!" Robin called to the warden. "Let me out! There's been a mistake!"
"Really?" the warden drawled.
"I was the one that put this man away, we're enemies, you can't lock me up with him!"
"Tough luck, I'm sure you'll find more people you've pissed off in here. Have fun," the man said and the slot closed.
"Shit…" Robin hissed to himself and faced Slade again. He had never seen the man without his mask. He had been taken away in full uniform and the trial had been held behind closed doors and top security, pretty much like his own.
"Shit, indeed," the man chuckled. "How nice of you to become a killer to come and see me… you must have really missed me," the man purred.
"Like a rash," the teen growled. "How did you know, anyway? The asshole out there said there's no contact with the outside world."
"We get some TV privileges if we're good," the man said. "Are you going to be good, Robin? Or are you going to be dead?"
The hero knew he was cornered. He was waiting for the attack, and a split second later he decided that the best defense was a good offense, and flew at the man.
"No, you don't," Slade said and caught his fist.
Robin yelled out in pain as his arm was twisted and he was forced to the floor.
"We are being watched. They probably just docked a few points off your 'good boy' score just for that, idiot boy," the man growled at him.
"I'm… not… gonna… let… you…" the teen started.
"No one is going to stop me from doing anything. I could kill you right now. The only thing that might happen is that I'll lose my TV-privileges. Do you understand? Unless you can kill me first, and you can't, you have no chance in hell in here. Unless you listen to me. Understood?"
"Go to hell!" the teen snarled through his pain.
"You just joined me here," the man chuckled. "I'm waiting, Robin. Tell me you understand, or I'll have to start breaking things." The man shifted the pressure slightly and made the teen yell out again as hot, blinding pain shot through his whole spine.
"Ok! Ok, fine! I understand!" he yelled.
"No, you don't, but you will. If you survive the first week," the man almost sighed and let him go.
Robin scrabbled to his feet and away from the man. Not that he was able to go far. The cell contained a bunk bed to one side, a sink built into the wall and a partition that hid a metal toilet bowl. The wall across from the beds had a sunken in glass partition, with a screen and a digital watch behind it. The 'glass' must be unbreakable, Robin assumed, and he spotted the cameras too, also protected by the same type of glass. There was also something that seemed to be speakers. That was it. Robin's eyes darted around as he started to feel like the walls were moving in. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't-
Suddenly pain exploded across his cheek and his head was snapped to the side.
"Get it together. No use in panicking," Slade barked at him. "Breathe. The Bat must have taught you to, surely?"
The teen knew what the man meant; ways to calm down in the face of panic. It meant the difference between life and death. He tried to remember and had soon calmed down enough to come back to himself. He slowly moved to the sink and splashed his face.
"Is… Is the water safe to drink?" he asked, trying to sound as humble as he could. It apparently amused the man, who chuckled.
"Yes. At least I haven't heard differently. Not that it would affect me."
That made the teen realize something and his eyes widened.
"You're not wearing a collar! They said meta humans had collars!"
"Yes, well, all they could prove was healing ability. They don't see that as a threat," the man smirked.
"But that's not all! I'll tell them!"
"Tell who?" the man smirked.
"I… someone!" Robin said. The man laughed in his face.
"You won't be talking to anyone, little bird, at least anyone who will listen."
The teen scowled, but averted his eyes. He hated to admit that the man was probably speaking the truth.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be declared innocent. He had been drugged and raped! He was a victim! He had always thought that the justice system worked. Sure, there were mistakes, sure there was some corruption, but he had always, deep down, thought that it mainly worked. But here he was. And if he had been in here with the person whose fault it was that he was here… he quickly glanced up at Slade. The man hadn't moved, he was just watching him with an amused look in that single eye, but the man had every reason to hate him. Kill him. And Robin didn't doubt for a moment that he could. There was something the man had said, though…
"You… said that if I survived the week…? Listened to you…?"
"Yes?"
"Does that mean… you're… not going to kill me?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. First and foremost, I'd like to watch you suffer. It will be very entertaining to see how the Boy Wonder does in here. You have no friends here. No daddy Bats. No money, no influence. Some will hate you for personal reasons, some will hate you because you're a hero. What will you do to survive, I wonder?"
"I… I just won't leave the cell, then!" the teen declared.
His words were met with another chuckle. "You don't have a choice, if you want to eat," the man said. "Besides, when the doors are open, they are open to anyone. If you don't go to them, they will come to you."
Robin felt a pang of fear at those words. He was brave, yes, but he wasn't stupid. He felt his head spin a little, and it wasn't just residue from the backhand he had received from Slade. The man was blocking the bunkbed so Robin just slid down on the floor, leaning against the wall.
"I'm… really gonna die…" he mumbled. "I can't fight a whole prison. They…. They'll rip me apart."
"Very possibly, I've seen it literally happening," the man stated. "But it might not be that bad. You're young, you're pretty, most men in here won't see daylight again, they might be willing to protect you… for your services."
"Never!"
"You'd really chose death? Idiotic. You're even gay," the man pointed out. "Most pretty boys do quite well in here, no matter how straight they claimed they were when they got here. Let's just say a cock up your ass isn't as painful as an arm."
The teen paled. "They…?"
"Yup. The guy they ripped apart, remember?"
"Shit…"
"You have one more advantage," the man said. "You can fight. Sure, so can plenty of people here, but without their powers some are pretty useless. And I doubt anyone, me excluded of course, can match your skills."
Robin gaped at the encouraging words. "Are… are you trying to make me feel better?"
"You're still going to get fucked within the next 78 hours, no doubt, but if you're not going to be smart about it and bend over willingly, at least you're going to break a few noses."
"Great," Robin muttered.
"Yes, isn't it?" the man smirked. "Take my advice and find a strong daddy to protect you."
"You make me sick."
"For saving your life?" the man smirked. "Mammoth is in our block. I hear he's not very good when it comes to keeping up with personal hygiene, but he might be a good bet."
"No way in hell. Our block? What does that mean?"
"This facility holds five hundred prisoners, but no one wants all of them to get together, so we're divided into groups of fifty. This area contains four blocks, each block uses the facilities on a rotating schedule apart from a common room that we have to ourselves. So at least there's a limited amount of people that will come after you. That's nice, isn't it?"
"Very," the teen grunted, but actually felt a little bit better. Fifty people. How many of them would be a threat? How many of them would be interested in hurting him? He hoped his situation wasn't as bad as Slade had first made it sound. His thoughts were interrupted by a buzz that made him jump.
"Proceed to the cafeteria," a tinny voice said as there was a click from the door.
"Lunch," Slade stated and stretched. He looked down on the teen. "You don't want to be late, or the food might run out."
"What? They have to feed us at least, right?" Robin objected.
"Do they?" the man asked and arched an eyebrow at him. "Get off your fucking feet or I'll leave you behind."
He didn't say that was a bad thing, but it was implied, so Robin shot up and trudged after the man. There were led lights shaped into arrows in the floor, the hero now noticed. They seem to light up the route they were supposed to take. He confirmed that much when they came to an intersection and only arrows in one direction were lit up. Ok, they at least told him where to go even without Slade as a guide.
The hallways were wide and, so far, empty.
"Why aren't all the other doors opening?" Robin asked.
"Not all of them are occupied, and they like to spread people who belong to the same group out. It's not beneficial for them if you know who your neighbor is. You might get up to no good."
"Oh…" was all the teen said. Now he heard footsteps behind them and all of a sudden there was a hand caressing his ass. The teen jumped and twisted around with a snarl.
Behind him was this very tall lizard-like creature who had disproportionally long arms. All the teen could think was that he'd be difficult to hit if he knew how to keep his guard up. He seemed strong too, wirily muscles under the worn looking orange scrubs. Sharp teeth grinned at him.
"Hello pretty… I'm looking forwards to later," he more hissed than spoke, and then passed them.
"That was Zaid. He's not from earth. Has two dicks. You can imagine what he likes to do with them," Slade informed him.
Robin shuddered. He could. As they entered the so-called cafeteria, everyone they saw leered at the teen. Many licked their lips. Some snarled. It seemed all eyes were on him, and none seemed disinterested. As far as Robin could tell they all either wanted to fuck him or kill him, most probably wanted to do both. He stepped a little bit closer to Slade.
Back straight, but avoiding eye contact as much as he possibly could, the teen followed the mercenary to a line where trays were pushed out to the prisoners through a slot in the wall. A paper plate full of brown mush greeted the teen.
"No veggies or fruit?" Robin asked. He thought he kept his voice low, talking to himself, but some people here had great hearing.
"You're the fruit here, cutie," someone snickered.
"We'd all like a bite of you," someone else said.
"Can we actually eat him when we're done, that would be so hot…" someone else said. It didn't sound like he was joking.
Robin now walked so close to Slade that they were touching. He wouldn't admit it, but it was somehow reassuring to stick to someone you knew, even if that person also wanted you dead. The teen had heard some disdain in Slade's voice when he talked about the other inmates, however, so he hoped the man hadn't made a lot of friends here.
The mercenary and his shadow walked over to an empty table and sat down. The cafeteria was huge, with metal tables with benches secured to the floor. The tables were quite far apart, possibly to minimize aggression, the teen thought.
"Mind if we join you?" a group of men asked, eyes on the teen.
"Yes," Slade said in a clipped tone and the men dispersed immediately.
"Thanks," Robin whispered.
"I didn't do it for you, kid, Bill has really bad B.O."
"Ew."
"He likes to make newcomers lick his armpits clean."
"I can't tell what makes me gag more, that or the food," the teen muttered.
"Don't be spoiled, you clearly haven't been in the army," the man snorted.
"Clearly," the teen said and stared down into the brown goo. He had realized that everything was paper, even the tray and the spoon he was holding was some sort of hard cardboard, not plastic. It was slowly getting soggy so he decided to eat before it was useless. It was probably a security thing, he assumed. The taste was bland but not too bad. There was a carton of what seemed like some kind of juice with the food. Then the teen spotted a small paper cup next to it.
"Pills?" he asked.
"Yup. They say it's vitamins."
"But… it's not…?"
"Probably to calm things down. Some take them. Some store them and take them all when they think they have enough."
"What? Why?"
"Escape."
"How would that- oh."
"Most are in here for life. If you end up in a dark place… it seems like a good option."
"You mean if ripping people apart doesn't amuse you enough?" the teen growled, refusing to feel bad for the criminals.
Slade snorted. "Something like that."
"Do… you take the pills?"
The man snorted again. "No. I leave them."
"Then I will too," Robin decided, and got an amused look from the man, which made him blush.
"What, you said to take your advice!" he defended himself. "Besides, getting drugged is how I ended up here."
"I think stabbing three men is how you ended up here," Slade smirked at him.
Robin didn't dignify that with a reply, instead he quickly finished his lunch and then dared to look around. There were still way too many eyes on him. One pair he recognized. As soon as their gazes met the hulking bulk of Mammoth stood up and ambled over, looking very much like he was close to dragging his knuckles.
"I'll crush you, Titan!" he growled.
"Fuck this," Robin grunted, pushed himself back from the table and stood up. "Enough. I'm not going to be afraid of a Neanderthal with an embarrassing excess of hair follicles."
"Who?" asked Mammoth.
"He's talking about you!" a helpful person shouted.
That made the man roar and charge.
Robin easily danced to the side. "Olé!" he exclaimed, enraging the man even more. "Listen Mammoth, remember when I broke your nose?" the teen asked.
"Yeah…? That hurt… Imma break yours!" the man growled.
"No, I'm going to break yours again, if you're not a good boy," the teen claimed. "Go back and finish lunch. Someone might take your food."
The man's head swiveled to his seat and his eyes narrowed. "They wouldn't dare!"
"No, you're right, they are probably too scared of you," the teen admitted. "You're the big boy in here, right? The leader? Everyone is afraid of you?" he heard grunts of disagreement from people around them and smirked. No one wanted a half wit, no matter how strong, to lord over them, but Mammoth swelled with pride.
"Yes!" he claimed.
"Good, then I think we should be friends. It wouldn't look good if I had to break your nose again, would it?"
"You won't!" the man growled.
"But Mammoth, how many times have I done it by now?"
The big lug seemed to count. Slowly and with problems. "Three?"
"Five. But ok, we can do it again. Will you need any help, you think?"
"Of course not!"
"But I'm sure everyone here wants to help their great leader," Robin pointed out.
"No help! I'll break your legs if you help!" Mammoth roared to the room.
Robin glanced over at Slade who smirked at him and raised his juice box in a mock salute.
"Well, as you wish, of course," Robin nodded. "Shall we let the battle commence?"
"No! We start fighting now!"
Robin, and a few more around the room, snickered. The teen nodded and gestured for the giant man to charge him. With a roar, he did.
Mammoth was wearing a collar, but it wouldn't have mattered. He had the raw strength and durability to beat the teen many times over, but he lacked the brains and the agility. And, as Robin had figured out long ago, he had a sensitive nose. Well, that wasn't fair, getting hit in the nose wasn't something most meta humans would be able to shrug off, and it was cleaner than going for his junk. Robin didn't want to fight that dirty unless he really had to. He used the fight to show off his own skills, never letting Mammoth's fists get even close to him, but landing kicks and punches that made the big guy grunt. Most people watching would have been down from just one of those hits, and they knew it. Robin used the tables to launch himself at the man, apologizing profoundly to the people around the table and scolding Mammoth for disturbing their meal to the point that the giant hairball actually mumbled 'sorry' at one point. The teen didn't fully trust the other inmates not to help Mammoth, of course, but so far no one had tried to restrain him or trip him up.
"Robin, lunch is over, finish this," Slade called to him. The teen frowned. He didn't like to appear to take orders from the mercenary, but he understood the warning; it had dragged out too long, others wouldn't be able to help themselves soon enough.
His heel crashed into the other man's nose a second later. Mammoth roared in pain and fell to his knees. Robin, who could have easily kicked him in the head, possibly taking the man out for good, just stepped back.
"There. I did what I promised. Now we are friends."
"No!" the man screeched.
"But you promised!" Robin claimed although the man really hadn't done anything of the sort. "If not, I have to break your nose again, and I don't want to do that to the boss in here. After all, that would be disrespectful, right?"
"Yeah," the man grunted and Robin could see tears of pain steaming from his eyes, gushing almost as much as the blood.
"I'll leave your subjects to help you," the teen said. "I'll see you around."
He walked back to Slade, who had stood up and was now handing him his tray.
On the way out, they were stopped by the lizard and what appeared to be his gang.
"Nice entertainment, boy," the sharp-toothed man grinned, his tongue darting out to lick his almost nonexistent lips.
"Glad you enjoyed it," Robin said, trying not to sound too cocky.
"We have a proposition for you. You'll be nice to us and we'll protect you," the lizard said. "You'll need our help."
"Honestly, I thought me and Mammoth hit it off pretty well, so I'm just gonna weigh my options for a bit, ok?" the teen said overly sweetly.
"We'll see you then. Soon. You might change your mind about wanting us to be good to you if we show you what can happen if we're not. Because you're not his daddy, are you, Deathstroke?"
"Nope," the man said. "He's up for grabs."
Robin actually felt betrayed by the man's words and scowled at him. The man smirked back.
"Until later then, sweet thing," Zaid said and moved out of the way. Robin couldn't avoid his ass getting caressed again as he passed, but acted like he ignored it.
"Where to now?" he asked Slade quietly.
"There's no work today, so common room or back to the cell."
"I think I've made enough friends for now," the teen muttered.
"Well, you can hope they won't come visit you, then," the man said and took off in the opposite direction to where Robin was sure their cell was.
"Damn it!" the teen almost whined and set off after the man, who sauntered along, seemingly whistling quietly to himself. Robin wanted to literally kick his ass so badly.
The 'common room' was big enough so fifty people could be in there without getting too much in each other's faces. Through an archway, Robin could see a gym. There was furniture like sofas, tables and chairs, all bolted down, of course. A group was already in there, gathered around a table and playing cards by the looks of it.
"Wilson!" one man called out. "Wanna join?"
"Maybe later, I'm reading the news first," the man told him and the men nodded.
Robin had paid close attention to how the other inmates treated Slade, trying to judge what kind of standing the man had in here. There were different constellations and they were all ranked in an unspoken hierarchy whether they wanted to or not. So far, people seemed to get out of the man's way. When they spoke to him, they kept their voices respectful, even the lizard. No one was flocking to the man, however, he didn't have an entourage, like the other leaders seemed to have, nor belong to a specific group. Robin didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. He watched the man put his hand on a scanner, and a slab of something on a chain came through a slot in the wall.
"What…?" the teen asked curiously and came closer. It seemed to be some kind of tablet encased in that unbreakable clear thing that apparently still was touch sensitive. A number of what the teen assumed was apps were highlighted, some were dark. He watched as Slade clicked on one and got to what must be a news site. It seemed to be mainly text and most likely heavily edited. The teen got curious and put his own hand on the reader. A moment later he had his own 'slab' but only three icons; some sort of game, a calendar and what turned out to be the bible.
"The fuck?" he said. "Why can't I read the news?"
"You haven't been here long enough yet. If you don't cause too much trouble you should get access in a month or so," Slade replied.
"Um… was fighting Mammoth getting in trouble?" the teen asked.
"Nah, they don't care much about that. Fights for dominance is part of it. Just don't go around picking fights."
"I'm not an idiot."
"We'll see about that," the man smirked.
Robin huffed and tried to play the game for a bit, but it didn't catch his attention, so he stood up to return the slab. It was swallowed up by the slot and the teen sighed, wondering what else there was to do. Entertainment came to him, though.
"Aw, we thought you would go run and hide in your room. We were there looking for you," a voice behind him said. It was the lizard guy and he had quite a few friends with him.
The teen turned around and met the guy's eyes calmly. It seemed he was going to have to fight again, but that was alright. Mammoth hadn't taken too much out of him.
"How nice of you. You really make me feel welcome," he drawled.
"We will make you feel lots of things. Boys; get him."
Everyone attacked at once, piling on top of him. Robin knew how to cause a lot of pain in these kinds of situations, though, and soon most of the men had pulled back, groaning from having nerve centers punched or pressed. The teen was almost free and swung at Zaid's jaw. Instead of pulling away, however, the man opened his mouth and bit down on the teen's fist.
"OW! How old are you? Four?" Robin snarled.
"Back off boys, I got him," the lizard said and smiled at the teen.
First Robin thought the man meant that he could fight him himself, but soon it turned out that 'I got him' meant something different. His vision started to swim.
"What…?" he asked.
"He's venomous," Slade, still sitting at the table next to the teen, said. "It will pass in fifteen minutes or so."
"Which gives us enough time for a first round, I think," Zaid said and pushed the teen down on the table. "And after that, you probably won't be able to fight a second one."
He was bent over the table, stomach down, head spinning and his muscles as limp as over cooked noodles.
"No!" he gasped as he pants were pulled down. "No! Slade!" he called out in desperation.
"I have no stakes in this," the man shrugged.
Robin heard and felt more than one person spit on his ass after someone parted his globes.
"We're going to wreck that pretty pink hole so badly…" a voce snickered.
"Yes, take a good look, boys, it will never look like this again," Zaid chuckled. "Now… one or two?"
"He didn't agree to be our plaything. Two. Teach him some respect," one of his henchmen said and the others seemed to agree.
"Very well. Hope you don't mind very bloody sloppy seconds," the lizard purred and the teen could feel something pressing against his opening.
Robin suddenly thought of a possible way out, most likely the only way.
"Slade!" he called out in desperation, having nothing to lose, "Be my daddy! Please! Please be my daddy!"
"Very well. I accept," the mercenary said. Robin could raise his head just enough to see him leer. "Back off boys, he's my bitch."
"Hey, we-" Zaid growled, but didn't get to finish. Slade moved at what seemed like light speed and crashed his fist full force into the lizard's head. The man crumpled to the floor, bleeding, and his henchmen dispersed without any further ado. Robin felt his pants being pulled up but was still too weak to move. Slade lifted him up bridal style and walked to the middle of the room while Zaid was coming to and, groaning, tried to get on his feet.
"Listen up! The kid's my bitch, he begged me himself, you heard him. If anyone's got a problem with that, you're welcome to challenge me at dinner. In the meanwhile, I'd appreciate some privacy to break him in."
No one said a word, but there were some angry glares that Robin spotted before his head lolled to the other side, towards the man's chest.
The last thing the teen heard before they were out of earshot was Zaid, growling. "Hank! Get over here!"
A high pitched, panicked voice, answered.
"No! No please, man! Please, I haven't healed yet, please! Noo!"
Robin just closed his eyes. He felt bad for they guy, but he was too damn happy that it wasn't him to really care.
He was dropped on the bottom bunk and groaned as the sudden movement made him nauseous.
"Don't whine, at least your ass isn't ripped," the man snorted.
"Thank you," Robin mumbled weakly.
"Don't for a moment think you won't be paying me back. Bitches pay for their protection with their ass and mouth and you'd better be a damn good bitch or I'll sell you to the highest bidder."
Robin felt like his heart stopped and he stared wide eyed up at the man. "You… you're… gonna…?"
"Don't worry, daddy's gonna take real good care of you," the man smirked down at him. "But before we can start your training, that venom needs to leave your system, so take a nap or something," the man said. The mercenary went behind the partition to take a piss, and then climbed up to the top bunk to apparently have a bit of a siesta himself.
Robin just lay there, helplessly, his heart pounding and panic building. Slowly he regained the movement of his limbs but he stayed still until he was sure he was fully restored. Then he sprang out of bed, heading towards the door. He didn't know how running away would help. He would most likely just run into other inmates and have to fight again, but at least he would put things off. That was the plan, anyway, but that was ruined when a hand closed around the back of his neck before he had even taken one step. He was, painfully, dragged up into the top bunk with the man. He tried to fight but the man changed his grip so his fingers pressed down onto his throat instead, and, very quickly, Robin learned that if he wanted to breathe, he needed to be still. He still almost blacked out learning that lesson, though.
"You little idiot," the man growled. "People are waiting for you outside. If you run out, if you disobey me, that's proof to them that I'm not in control of you. Then you are theirs. Do you understand?"
Robin, still gasping for breath, nodded. "Yes… okay… okay, I… I understand. I'll… I'll pretend… in… in front of them. You can… can order me around and… and whatever."
The man smirked. "Not good enough. And no mask in here," he said and ripped the teen's mask off.
"No!" Robin threw an arm across his face in a vain attempt to hide his face.
"If you're trying to protect Bruce, there's no need," the man told him.
The young hero gasped, but lowered his arm, staring up at the man.
"I know who you are," Slade confirmed. "I removed your mask to see the fear… the pain… the hopelessness… ah, yes…" the man's fingers caressed the side of his face. "There it is. Beautiful." This his hand moved own to caress the teen's hip instead, and with a sudden tug he pulled Robin's pants down halfway to his thigh
"No!" the teen objected, pushing against the man's chest to, somehow, try to lift the man off him. He tried all the painful pressure points he could possibly reach, but the man didn't even blink. The grip around his throat then came back until the teen's hand fell away uselessly as spots started dancing in front of his eyes. When Robin came back to himself, the man had already removed the hero's pants completely, along with underwear, and had freed himself from his own clothes. The teen stared down at what the mercenary apparently planned to shove inside him and wanted to faint again. The man didn't waste any time. He simply spat in his hand, coated his member and pushed the teen's legs apart.
"Please!" Robin hissed, gutturally, his throat hurting by now. "Please, no!"
But the man had already positioned himself, and pushed against the teen's entrance.
"You made your bed, Robin. You put me in here. Now you have to pay." The man snapped his hips forwards and the hero cried out in pain as it felt like he was being split open. "There, there, bitch," the man soothed him mockingly. "It will get better. With time." He then pulled out a bit and pushed in again. Deeper this time. Impossibly deep. Robin didn't see any way this could ever be 'better'. And it didn't. Slade set a punishing pace and all the teen could do was bite his lip against the pain and screw his eyes shut. The man didn't like that, though.
"No!" he barked, grabbing his throat again. "Look at me! Don't you dare look away or this could hurt far worse!"
The teen didn't know how, but didn't dare challenge the man, so he stared into that cold, triumphant eye, until, finally, the man gave a last few, extra deep, thrusts and stilled. Robin could feel pulsing, but if it was from his opening or the man's cock, he had no idea. He gasped as the mercenary withdrew, as it hurt almost as bad as the breach.
Slade climbed off the bed and went over to the sink to clean up.
"Get up and sort yourself out. You're bleeding," he told Robin, like he was blaming him.
The teen whimpered as he tried to climb down. Just letting himself fall was the easiest option in the end. He landed clumsily, another spike of pain shooting up from his backside. He went to the toilet and wiped himself. He was bleeding. A lot.
"I… I think I need a doctor," he said in a very small voice.
"Bullshit, most bitches bleed, at least the first time. Well, without proper lube and preparation," Slade claimed and pulled the sheet off the bed. It was stained with red spots as well. Robin watched, wide-eyed, as the man threw it into the hallway. Outside, a whoop went up. There really were people outside. They had been waiting for him. Robin got up from the toilet just in time to turn around and throw up in it. His pants landed on the floor next to him. It was a sign to clean up, get dressed and stop whining, the teen was sure. He tried his best, using water from the sink and wads of toilet paper. Once he pulled his pants up, he felt a bit more protected again.
"Why… why did you do that…?" he asked Slade, who was stretched out on the lower bunk now.
"What? Fuck you? I thought that was obvious…?"
"No… I mean… with the sheets…?"
"Proof of ownership. Archaic practice, to the misery of the women subjected to it, as it builds on misconceptions of the female body, but still… effective. You're officially my bitch now."
Robin's brain worked feverishly to shut out what had just happened, to push it away for other things, and therefor his mind leapt into a new, unexpected direction.
"Why are there sheets on the beds…? Can't they be used to… you know… hang yourself or something?"
"Like the blankets, they can't be torn, at least not into strips, and they are inflammable too… but yes, not everyone gets sheets. Certainly not those who are a suicide risk."
"So… you're not?" the teen asked.
The man snorted. "Too narcissistic, apparently," he smirked. Robin felt his lips twitch and nodded in agreement with that assessment. He spotted something on the floor and walked over to pick it up. His mask. He wanted to put it on, but Slade was watching.
"No. No mask in here, Robin."
"But… but if someone comes in?"
"If someone comes in here, without my permission, they won't leave alive."
"But… the cameras!" he added. At that point he realized that someone had just watched him getting raped. And done nothing. He hugged himself, his stomach heaving again.
"The feed from cameras like that aren't very high res, besides, I doubt any of the guards here care. Come here," Slade ordered. The man moved back against the wall slightly, making room for the teen to lie down. Robin didn't want to, but was out of any energy to fight at the moment. He lay down and the man pulled him closer, spooning him, his arm encircling him. There was nothing akin to comfort in the embrace, though, it was all a display of ownership, and Robin felt it.
"I hate you," he growled.
"Nothing new about that," the man chuckled, sounding pleased.
"It is. I didn't hate you before. I… almost looked up to you," the teen admitted, to himself as much as to the mercenary.
"And yet you put me in here?" the man snorted.
"I had to! You're a villain! I just didn't think you were such an utter bastard!" Robin snarled.
Again, his throat was grabbed. "Tell daddy you're sorry," Slade drawled into his ear.
"Fuck you!" Robin grunted, his spirits starting to come back.
"Good idea, I have another one in me," the man said and grinded his groin against the teen's ass.
Those budding spirits died instantly.
"No! No, I'm sorry!" Robin hurriedly said.
"You're sorry… what?"
"I… I'm sorry… daddy!" the teen forced himself to say,
"Good little bitch. Now rest. We're working out and having a shower later, before dinner."
Robin hadn't wanted to hit the gym less his entire life. He didn't want to go out there again. He just wanted to curl up, close his eyes, and fade away.
To be Continued…
A/N: PLEASE leave a review? First impression? Is there something you'd like to see/not like to see? No promises, of course, but plot bunnies ARE welcome for this story.