"No one owns me, Slade. Get the hell off me- you're a liar, a criminal, a pervert, and I hate you." The boy spat.
"Your childish insults don't phrase me. However, let it be known that Slade is no liar. My loyalties never change. My promises are never broken." Slade placed a finger on Robin's chin and pulled the boy towards him. "And /I/ own you. So quickly you forget, Robin, that your money is mine, should anything... /accidentally/... happen to you here with me."
"Don't threaten me, Slade. I can take you down. My friends will be here soon enough, and they'll help me."
"Robin." Slade sighed. "You just don't know how to stop. I'll have to give you a lesson in manners... one should know to be polite while their lives are in danger. Of course, I don't blame you for not knowing... you're just a worthless boy. A stupid child. Knowledge is above you. If only the great Batman had realized that... such a stupid man, jeopardizing a mere boy..."
Robin's nails dug into the matress, his eyes fiery. Slade smirked.
/Yes, Robin, I know your every sensitive spot. I could touch every one of your nerves... press every one of your buttons... I could make you fall to the ground, down to your knees, I can make you pant, sob, I can make you scream, I could make you shriek with every bit of passion in that small body of yours... moan and groan... beg me to stop... I could continue playing with your emotions... just like this... if that's how you want it./
"Don't you... EVER... bring Batman into this!"
"And why not?"
"I'm not some dumbass kid like you think I am. God DAMMIT." His teeth clenched and he dug harder into a pillow.
"Prove it." Slade purred. "Show me what a man you are, Little Robin." Slade paused. "Unless, as I suspect, you're too afraid of me to let me touch you..."
"I'm not afraid of you!" The boy demanded.
"/Aren't/ you? Hmmm... well then. Stay still, Robin"
"Your childish insults don't phrase me. However, let it be known that Slade is no liar. My loyalties never change. My promises are never broken." Slade placed a finger on Robin's chin and pulled the boy towards him. "And /I/ own you. So quickly you forget, Robin, that your money is mine, should anything... /accidentally/... happen to you here with me."
"Don't threaten me, Slade. I can take you down. My friends will be here soon enough, and they'll help me."
"Robin." Slade sighed. "You just don't know how to stop. I'll have to give you a lesson in manners... one should know to be polite while their lives are in danger. Of course, I don't blame you for not knowing... you're just a worthless boy. A stupid child. Knowledge is above you. If only the great Batman had realized that... such a stupid man, jeopardizing a mere boy..."
Robin's nails dug into the matress, his eyes fiery. Slade smirked.
/Yes, Robin, I know your every sensitive spot. I could touch every one of your nerves... press every one of your buttons... I could make you fall to the ground, down to your knees, I can make you pant, sob, I can make you scream, I could make you shriek with every bit of passion in that small body of yours... moan and groan... beg me to stop... I could continue playing with your emotions... just like this... if that's how you want it./
"Don't you... EVER... bring Batman into this!"
"And why not?"
"I'm not some dumbass kid like you think I am. God DAMMIT." His teeth clenched and he dug harder into a pillow.
"Prove it." Slade purred. "Show me what a man you are, Little Robin." Slade paused. "Unless, as I suspect, you're too afraid of me to let me touch you..."
"I'm not afraid of you!" The boy demanded.
"/Aren't/ you? Hmmm... well then. Stay still, Robin"