Broken Robin
By Serene's Magick
Disclaimer: I OWN THE TEEN TITANS! Watches as the lawyers come in Um...I don't own the teen titans.
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Peace215: Yep, I thought it would be good if I showed that time changed everyone not just Robin and Raven. Evil collar I know but I needed to do something...Raven would've killed Robin and then I would have no more story.
Uh-huh of course Robin is a perv...he's been living with Slade for the past five years. More on his feelings in this chapter, I think anyway. Flips through a giant notebook, filled with sticky notes Like I said I think.
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Chapter Six
Stand
A pattern of sharp thuds brought me out of my thoughts; I looked up towards the door and watched as a group of men filed in.
"Told you." One of the gang said, pointing at me.
"So." The 'leader' of the gang said while looking me over, "She belongs to Lord Robin."
"I don't think he'd notice..." Another one commented.
"I wouldn't notice what?" Robin's cold voice filled the room, "A group of men harassing a captive? Or something else?"
"Uh...sir, we...just...um were leaving." I watched with little interest as the all of the men filed out of the room...well almost all of them left the room. One stayed behind, this one was different though—very different. He was dressed almost identically to Robin except where Robin's armour was copper his was pale gold, just like his hair.
I wished I had my powers now more than ever because I wanted to read their minds for I was afraid of their intentions. I had to settle for sensing their emotions.
"Sparrow." Robin was full of anger, regret, and disgust. I pulled back my net and threw another but this time to Sparrow.
"Robin." Amusement, hate, anger, pain...I gasped in pain, it was too much. My gasp drew the attention back to me...but I could care less the pain it was so intense. I felt two sets of hand s reach for me I bit by tongue; pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my hand.
"Don't touch me." I growled from the safety of my arms. I tried to pull away from the grasping hands but I couldn't—I couldn't shut off the flow. I was feeling everything that...thing was feeling. I bit back a whimper as Sparrow tried to pull my arms away from my face.
"What the hell is wrong with you woman?" Sparrow inquired playing the genial gentleman and I just gave him a glare.
"Leave. Me. Alone." I punctuated each word, stressing in the undertone that it was urgent; but as one often knows pig-headed-male idiots tend not to understand urgency without it being beaten into their thick skulls. Sparrow didn't move away until Robin's hand landed heavily on his shoulder.
"Sparrow..." Was all Robin said, his tone that of scorn.
"Ah...so you like this girl. Eh, Robin." Sparrow said as he pulled away from me but from the look in his eyes I could tell it was far from ever—it was just the beginning. Robin's grip tightened on Sparrow and yanked him up.
"I don't care for her; she just belongs to me."
My head snapped up, "No one owns me."
Both of them looked at me like I was an idiot, I guess my sudden change in moods was a bit discerning for them because they looked startled.
"Out."
Sparrow was shoved out of the room and into the hallway that led to the cargo bay of the ship; the door to the bay slammed shut with a resounding clang and I was once again alone with Robin.
'My luck is the horrible.'
"What do you want?" I sighed watching Robin walk—stalk towards me.
He grabbed my chin roughly and pulled me up that way. "What the hell do the think?"
I restrained my mind from thinking up all the ways that could be taken and only chose the one that sounded the least perverted-ish. "Answers."
'I hope.'
"Yes...I would like answers." Robin said coldly, running his free had down my cheek and neck then back up. The grip on my chin tightened harshly as he did this pulling me onto my tiptoes.
"Put me down."
"Not a snowballs chance in hell, Raven." I flinched as he brought his face closer to mine. I gasped as my chin was let go and I was yanked into his hard armoured chest. "Now what the hell was that about?"
I didn't answer but kicked him hard in the groin, this time he wasn't prepared. I let out a bumpy breath that if you listened closely to could have been described as a weak laugh.
"Bitch."
"No. I'm not...but I think you are Slade's." I said coldly, standing haughtily above him. Though haughty stance was lost when I fell atop of Robin because of the jarring of the aircraft landing. His hand shot out and grasped my throat; he tightened his grip far beyond what I imagined a person in pain would be able to achieve. I began to gasp and gag for air.
'I've survived years of torture and malice only to die at the hands of a mere human.'
I struggled more as black crept on the edge of my sight...no I have to remain awake. My body cried out for the air that I could not give I looked at Robin and saw a malicious grin on his face; the insanity of the smile shook me to the very core.
'He's insane.'
I felt cells dying in my body as the air deprivation continued it's hazardous rampage in my body.
'Please...someone....anyone...hel...p'
"Robin let her go."
'...who?'
"Robin don't disobey me."
The fingers loosened on my bruised throat...air! I began inhaling it at a rapid pace, my body started to revive dead cells became replaced with new vitalized cells. I opened my eyes and saw Slade had entered the room. He was the one who had...saved me?
'What the fuck?!?'
"You," Slade said, pointing a finger at me, "are coming with me. We have much to discuss."
'Shit.'
I resisted the urge to lift a hand to feel the damage done to my throat and shakily stood up. I figured being with Slade was better than being with a homicidal, insane Robin. As much as I appreciate being strangled I don't like to repeat the experience twice in one day.
'Screw it...both options suck.'
When I was standing fully on my own Slade harshly grabbed my arm and yanked me through the door. He pulled me through the hallways of the aircraft and into the base 'air-port'. I feeble struggled and scratched at his leather-protected forearm, in return he pulled in sharply then shoved in away. I sighed softly and resignedly followed him, I hated allowing myself to be controlled. It reminded me too much of the years I spent under Trigon's tyranny—a tyranny that reminded all too much of Slade's.
"Ah...here we are."
I gave him a bored glance...a masked look. I hoped it hide what I was truly feeling; I hoped none of my fear was showing.
'What does he want to 'discuss'?'
I shuddered at the thought of what 'discuss' meant on Azarath when it was said about prisoners. 'Discuss' either meant torture...or rape. I prayed to whatever God that would listen that it wasn't the latter.
Slade pulled me into a sparsely furnished room and shoved me in to a hard, cold steel chair. He proceeded to tie my wrists and ankles to the chair with the oh-so-convenient restraints. I did a quick survey of the room...lots of sharp pointy objects. Correction: lots of sharp, pointy, and dangerous objects often used for torture.
'Could be worse...he could have tried to rape me.'
"We can do this the easy way or we could do this the...fun way. How we do this is your choice."
"Hmm...what a hard choice? Neither." I whispered hoarsely, trying to breathe through the damage to my throat was torture, speaking was just pure hell.
"The fun way it is." Slade spoke, his monotone voice not hiding how happy he really was at my declaration.
'I starting to think I'm a glutton for pain.'
I kept my face placid as he picked up a rather dull looking blade instead of the nice sharp ones on the wall.
'As if sharp blades didn't hurt enough...get the dull blade and be a bigger bastard than you already were!'
Slade walked steadily to me, each step measured and precise—he didn't hurry. He was going to drag this out and I was going to have to bear it until he got bored or I past out.
"Where is the Gotham base located?"
"...Up Robin's ass." I whispered softly a mere wisp of sound that was nearly drowned out by Slade's boots hitting the floor. The dull blade slid slowly against my bare forearm and I let out a low hiss of air.
"Wrong answer."
"Up yours." I said cheekily. This time I was slapped again my face; people seemed to be doing that lately...you know slapping me.
"I tire of your insolence. Where is the Gotham base located?"
"I know...it's in Gotham!" Slade lifted the knife and sliced me an inch below my eye, I felt the blood trickle down my cheek it made a soft plopping noise when it hit the fabric of my skirt.
"Where did your friends from the mountain base go?"
"Tokyo...no maybe it was Paris." I should really stay quiet but I could tell I was getting under his skin. He turned and walked to the wall and pulled one of the sharper blades down. Slade turned back to me, his strides long. He used the blade to slice me across my abdomen, this time the passing of air threw my lips was louder—loud enough to draw attention.
"Who is in charge of the Asian resistance?"
"Death." I told the truth on this one, after all it was so far fetched I seriously doubted that he would believe me. He sliced me across my collarbone this time, the blood felt cold as it slid across my skin.
"I told the truth."
"You lie." I gave a mirthless chuckle and was hit in my stomach right on top of my bleeding cut. I gasped as my body instinctively tried to double over and curl into the fetal position.
"Fuck." Was all I could gasp out.
"Where is your base?" He said, his voice was harsh showing he was losing his seemingly ever present patience.
"Like hell I would tell you." He grabbed my hair and forced my head up and used his other to backhand me; he conveniently forgot that in the said hand was the blade. Thus when he hit me across the face Slade gave me another cut, this one was a centimeter above my other cut but it went across the bridge of my nose and slightly grazed the other side. Slade let go and my head fell forward again, I blinked rapidly to stop my tears from forming...I hadn't cried when I was tortured by Trigon and I wasn't going to cry now.
"Such a pity."
I felt the blade slice across the nape of my neck, my shoulder, and my legs—soon I couldn't tell way the blade landed. I sighed in relief as Slade untied me and I slumped to the floor in a unsightly heap.
'It's over. Thank God it's over.'
My prayer went unanswered as I felt him kick me in the stomach. I pushed myself onto my arms tried to drag myself away from him...away from the never-ending pain. I don't know which hit it was but it landed me in sweet oblivion, the loving caress of unconscious.
One day Later
'No...no waking up.'
My body was on fire. Every nerve ending was crying out in pain. I pulled my legs towards my chest feeling the bruises stretch and push against deeper bruises, slowly I pulled myself into the fetal position. I didn't care if the pain was worse like this—it felt safer this way. My vital organs were safe.
"Kill me." I whispered in despair, I didn't care if it was weak. I wanted it to end. I was sick of it all; the screaming, the dying, the useless fighting...the torture.
"Do you really want that, Raven?" I heard a slightly surprised Robin say. I didn't reply but I felt a cool cloth touch my injured cheek and I jerked a away. My body screamed against the sudden motion and I fell off the bed I was on. I landed hard of the floor and I felt several cuts reopen and more bruises form.
"Damn it. Are you trying to kill yourself?" Robin hissed coldly as he moved to pick me up, I tried to slide away.
"Leave me alone." I said just a softly as my earlier statement. My pride had taken over and was disgusted at my state of weakness and I wouldn't allow myself to be helped. I would heal on my own and that was that.
"Shut the fuck up Raven. You can't do anything right now. Be thankful I'm helping you."
I shut my eyes against the harsh lights of the infirmary, "I'm not."
Gingerly I pushed myself up and attempted to rise to my feet. I began to fall backwards and was caught by Robin, I opened my eyes and saw the disgusted look he was giving me. Before I could protest he picked me up and set me back up on one of those hard, inhospitable cots that seemed to always be present in hospitals.
"Don't fuck yourself up any worse. The doc said you should've died from the beating Slade gave you."
I stared at Robin.
"I don't see why you would care." I bit while shifting slightly on the bed.
"I don't." With that he stormed out of the clinic, upsetting a table of bandages and things on the way out. As he left I couldn't help but feel sorry...he was helping me.
'What I'm I thinking? I don't need help from the enemy!'
I lied there with nothing to do and with no interruptions save the time the nurse came to change my bandages and leave some soup. I had counted the tiles on the ceiling, the cots in the room, and I had recited all of the laws of Azarath. I started to twiddle my thumbs out of sheer boredom...it was that are recite the nursery rhymes I had been told as a child. I shuddered at the memory of them.
I fell so deeply into my depressive boredom that I did end up reciting the nursery rhymes and 'moral' stories I could recall.
'And Alice drove the knife into the Queen of Hearts chest, her mad eyes gleaming more than ever. Alice threw back her hand and laughed, "Cheshire I did it. I killed the Queen! Where are my parents?" She sobered and looked to the mangy cat perched on a twisted gargoyle, "Why they are right here." With that he lunged at Alice, tearing her throat open.
The moral of this story: never trust anyone but yourself.'
Eh...yeah. That was the basic drift of every story I was ever told. I closed my eyes to rid myself of the image of Alice's death and tried to repress the flood of memories that came crashing down on me. I didn't want to remember these things. Remembering anything from my childhood was bad and if I had my powers I would've blown everything to Saturn.
"Bored cousin." I heard a seductive and sly voice whisper in my ear. My eyes snapped open only to look in to the white space of a Domino mask. The golden haired boy was floating over me, his face inches from mine.
"Go away."
A coy smile pulled at his lips, "What no hugs and kisses for poor little Sparrow?"
Author NotesI'm so sorry I didn't update sooner, really! School started just a few weeks back for me and I still I'm not used to not having any free time...I don't have a study hall or anything like that at my school so I can't skimp on my homework and update.
Big twist at the end...I hope no one saw it coming. Sparrow is Raven's cousin and he's a full demon which explains the overload she felt from him earlier.
Also to those who read my poem 'Trust' and responded thank you.
CloudedDragon, I wanted to thank you for saying the plot was great the way it was. I really appreciate that, it was truly kind. Though I promise it's better this way!
Also as you've noticed all the guys are Bi-polar...I really don't know why they are like that.
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