5 :Fate:
Strong, infuriating Robin. Handsome, stubborn, and righteous. Hero, detective, leader, possessor of cheesy lines that make my lips quirk when I hear them.
I could care less about him.
The reason I have targeted him, the reason I taunted him—it was not because of Robin. Robin was a normal boy like any other. I could have had anyone. It is easy for a magnificent being like me to find someone. No, it wasn't Robin I wanted. It was his friend. His amazing, destructive, and essentially evil friend.
It began as a mild interest and fermented until I could no longer keep hold of it. Her power, her past, and her emotions, not to mention her beauty—I desired it all. I want to take her and force from her that mountain of power within. I want to kiss her until she screams in agony. What am I saying? I want her to scream in joy. At first I thought it perverse—but then I realized it was fate. She'll understand when I show her my true self. She'll understand and turn away from her pathetic friends.
It still amazes me that I, Slade Wilson, am in love with Raven.