Slade's fingers brushed against the scornful boy's bare chest. The sensation of softness was quietly acknowledged as he idly tried to recall the last time he had been given the time to have an equal experience. As he watched the boy's lashes tighten in resistance, Slade recalled his past.
He had been married once. It seemed an eternity since marriage was his reality, although he never found himself longing for it, as it ended on a bitter note. Constantly, he was reminded of its end. Adeline's cruel attempt to end his life had backfired- and left him with sight in one eye.
He had been punished for a moment of truth. A whisper of his true identity, and her irreistable fire became an inferno of rage. Because of a petty jeopordizing of a young boy, Slade's five-year-old son, the marriage had been ended with a bang- a gun shot aimed to end his life. He had not died, but, instead, lives every day, forced to recall that moment- that split second- every time his reflection was forced upon him.
That was the day Slade vowed that there is no good or evil, just goals, and the roads to take them. In an attempt to rid himself of sleepless nights and help his marriage, all ended, and there lies a perpetual darkness where lies and deceit could have welcomed light.
Robin opened an eye. Slade had slowed down steadily... was he done? Before he could fathom freedom from Slade's forced erotica, it started again. Robin clenched his hands into a sweaty fist. Endless possiblities strolled into his mind.
/Where will Slade stop?/ His eyelids clenched. What were his intentions?
"My apprentice..." Slade whispered. "I'll teach you everything I know."
"You know nothing!" Young Robin panted.
"Ah... but I do. I know everything you've tried to hide from your friends."
"Yeah?" he demanded, "like what?"
"You blame yourself for your parents' demise, don't you, Robin? That's why you fight crime. You could have saved your parents as a boy from that broken wire in their acrobat act, but you didn't. No. And to you, everyone you fight is that man behind it... Anthony Zucco, wasn't it?" Robin cringed and shuddered violently. "Yeeeesss... I know what makes you tick..."
A wave of neasea and mixed emotions whirled in Robin's stomach. "How do you know that?! Don't you EVER bring up my parents! You..." Robin panted. "You... monster..." The boy panted slowly, trying to regain breath, his glazed eyes flickering.
Weakness.
He had been married once. It seemed an eternity since marriage was his reality, although he never found himself longing for it, as it ended on a bitter note. Constantly, he was reminded of its end. Adeline's cruel attempt to end his life had backfired- and left him with sight in one eye.
He had been punished for a moment of truth. A whisper of his true identity, and her irreistable fire became an inferno of rage. Because of a petty jeopordizing of a young boy, Slade's five-year-old son, the marriage had been ended with a bang- a gun shot aimed to end his life. He had not died, but, instead, lives every day, forced to recall that moment- that split second- every time his reflection was forced upon him.
That was the day Slade vowed that there is no good or evil, just goals, and the roads to take them. In an attempt to rid himself of sleepless nights and help his marriage, all ended, and there lies a perpetual darkness where lies and deceit could have welcomed light.
Robin opened an eye. Slade had slowed down steadily... was he done? Before he could fathom freedom from Slade's forced erotica, it started again. Robin clenched his hands into a sweaty fist. Endless possiblities strolled into his mind.
/Where will Slade stop?/ His eyelids clenched. What were his intentions?
"My apprentice..." Slade whispered. "I'll teach you everything I know."
"You know nothing!" Young Robin panted.
"Ah... but I do. I know everything you've tried to hide from your friends."
"Yeah?" he demanded, "like what?"
"You blame yourself for your parents' demise, don't you, Robin? That's why you fight crime. You could have saved your parents as a boy from that broken wire in their acrobat act, but you didn't. No. And to you, everyone you fight is that man behind it... Anthony Zucco, wasn't it?" Robin cringed and shuddered violently. "Yeeeesss... I know what makes you tick..."
A wave of neasea and mixed emotions whirled in Robin's stomach. "How do you know that?! Don't you EVER bring up my parents! You..." Robin panted. "You... monster..." The boy panted slowly, trying to regain breath, his glazed eyes flickering.
Weakness.