Merry Christmas Nonasuki-chan! You wanted something Sladin and DARK, and here you are. You suggested that I might find inspiration from the lyrics of Evanescence's "Snow White Queen" and wow, did I ever! I haven't actually used the actual lyrics, (not fond of song-fics) but I urge everyone who likes dark Sladin to check them out!


Warnings: Non-con, violence. Don't read if you are in fluff-mode! (free standing)

Oh, and this is actually the first X-mas fic so far that mentions Christmas! Cool, huh? ;o) And it's drabble number 50 in total! YAY!

Slade's weapon mentioned, is partly canon (info from Wikipedia) and partly made up/altered by me…

Christmas Present

"Merry Christmas, Robin."

Robin's head shot up and turned to the screen. He had been so busy working on a new gadget that he hadn't heard the call signal.

"Slade!" The Titan was instantly on his feet, fists clenched at his side as he tried to remain in control.

Not him! Not NOW!

Slade had been gone for so long, they hadn't seen him since Trigon fell… what was he doing back now?

"Not happy to see me, I take it?" the man drawled and chuckled.

"What do you want, Slade?" Robin hissed.

"I'm just in town temporarily… for my Christmas present."

Robin hesitated. He wasn't completely sure how to respond to that. Had the man gone insane? Even more?

"What Christmas present?" he finally asked, as Slade didn't seem willing to provide any more details.

"The one you will give me."

"Sorry Slade, you are not on my list. Only good little boys gets presents." Robin quipped. He knew it was dangerous, but Slade was simply being ridiculous. He just couldn't take him seriously.

"Oh, but I'm sure that in a moment I will be at the top of that list… and you'll give me whatever… I… want…" the man said slowly, like he was enjoying every word.

The hair on the back of Robin's neck rose and he felt a shiver down his spine. Slade was being serious. This meant trouble.

Robin studied the mask on the screen, searching for any signs in the only visible eye. He shuddered. So cold… so… inhuman.

"What… what do you want, Slade?" Robin asked, the second time in only a few minutes. It was what it was all about, though; what Slade wanted… and how much Robin could give.

"Where are your friends, Robin?" Slade asked instead of answering the question, and Robin froze.

No-no-no!

"They're… busy." he said, trying to sound confident.

"No. They are sick."

Robin stared at the screen. How did he know? Had the police-chief blabbed?

"No, they-" Robin started.

"They have the flu… like half the city does. More or less everyone, in fact… except you… and me…"

Robin felt faint.

"Did… did you…? Will they…? What have you done, Slade?" Robin no longer could keep his cool. It was true after all; everyone was down with a fever. The only good thing was that the criminals had been affected too, and Robin had been able to handle things on his own… until now…

The man chuckled.

"Oh, it's only the common flu, Robin… Although I admit it had a little help, spreading… You are immune. You remember the shots I gave you when you were my apprentice, don't you? Well, those made you immune to most strands of the flu… among other things… These fevers usually come around this time of year, don't they? But this year… with a twist…"

Robin desperately wanted to sit down, but looking weak in front of Slade? Never! Instead he stood a little straighter.

"What… twist…?"

"Oh, just fever peaks…reaching just over what most humans can handle. Will be worst for children and the elderly of course… and I have no idea how it will affect meta-humans…"

Robin was trying very hard not to bite his lip.

"And…" he said between clenched teeth, "if you get your Christmas present?"

"There will be no peaks. Most will be well within a few days. The peaks will only occur if I spread an additional flu-strand."

"What… what is this present, Slade? What do you want?" The third time was obviously the charm, because, finally, Slade answered.

"You."

Robin had known. With Slade it was always personal. Other villains might ask for money, or perhaps the identity of a superhero or two. Slade wanted him. Robin tried to harden his heart.

"I won't become your apprentice, Slade. I won't leave my friends."
"Yes, you would, over this. But I didn't ask you to." the man chuckled. "What I want is two hours of your time, no more, no less."

"Why?" Robin's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, that's part of your Christmas present, Robin… so I'll keep that a surprise… I can promise you, however, that you will survive… Though I might add that I require absolute obedience."

Robin's heart was beating rapidly. If Slade had said he was going to kill him... he didn't have much a choice then either, did he? If the Titans weren't sick, then… well, then they would have tried to figure out how Slade had planned to contaminate the citizens… Through the water? The air? Knowing Slade, it would be both these and more. The criminal master-mind wouldn't have just set up one place to do it on either, there would be dozens… it would be impossible to find them all… but they would try… now, however, he was alone.

"Where and when?" he asked darkly.

"Excellent, Robin. You will receive a package in an hour. It will contain a radio transmitter. Put that on and follow the instructions."

Robin swallowed. One hour? So little time! He nodded curtly, though, what choice did he have…?

"Until tonight…" Slade purred and ended the call.

Robin had liked the part with the transmitter. Maybe he didn't even have to meet the man? He immediately turned to his computer. Slade probably would have him steal something, just like when he was the man's apprentice. The question was; what? It must be something that was in town temporarily, didn't it? Why else would Slade arrange for everyone to get sick now? Robin frowned. It was Christmas Eve for god's sake! The man really knew how to ruin the holidays…

After half an hour of research he was running out of time, and he still hadn't found anything. The museum had an Aztec exhibition, but Robin doubted that Slade was interested in that. The electronic industry was pretty much down, and he hadn't heard anything about new breakthroughs at Wayne enterprises.

Yeah… Wayne… should he call him? No. There was not enough time for him to help out anyway, Bruce would just worry…

Robin gave up, and started looking in on his friends, telling them he had to go out on a mission and asking if there was anything they wanted before he left. After fetching cold water and tissues for all of them, Robin found himself standing in the vast main room, looking around forlornly. What should he do now? He upped the security to the highest level, only leaving the living quarters alone. No need for the alarm to be triggered just because someone needed to use the bathroom… He had just finished when a signal announced that someone was at the delivery entrance.

Outside was a regular delivery man from a well-known company. Robin carefully noted which, along with the license plate on the car and the identification number of the driver, as he signed for the package. This was mostly due to detective instincts, he didn't really think it would lead him to Slade.

He opened the parcel carefully, wearing a gasmask, after running it through some tests. He found that he actually trusted Slade's word on what it would contain, but he wasn't an idiot. He hoped.

There it was. A small ear-piece. After checking that out as well, Robin reluctantly put it on and activated it.

"Hello, Robin, right on time…" he heard Slade's voice. "This is a two way communicator, just like the last one, by the way. I hope I didn't ruin any plans for the evening?"

Robin only snorted. He could think of a hundred comebacks, but… something in Slade's voice told him that he ought to be careful.

"What do you want me to do, Slade? What's the mission?"

"Mission?" Slade sounded amused. "Well, that's still a surprise. Go to the docks. Be there in ten minutes." The connection broke off.

Robin hurriedly made sure everything was okay in the Tower and then set off on foot. His bike would have been quicker, but Robin really didn't want to take it out on this kind of mission.

He reached the meeting place just as a car with blacked out windows pulled up.

"Get into the back seat." Slade's voce ordered him.

Robin took a deep breath and opened the car door. The seats were empty. Good. He slipped in, and closed the door, noting the click that told him it had automatically locked. There was dark glass separating him from the driver, and as Robin glanced out the windows he could only see his own reflection. Great. He cursed under his breath. Well, he could sense the car turning; maybe he would be able to figure out where he was being taken? Fifteen minutes later the car had taken so many impossible turns that Robin was completely lost, and more than a little dizzy.

The car made a last sharp turn and came to a stop. After a moment it started rolling again, down a rather steep slope.

An underground garage… Robin realized.

The car stopped again a moment later and another click was heard.

"Step out of the car."

Robin did.

"Enter the elevator on your left." Slade's voice told him and Robin turned around. He had tried to look around in the garage but it was completely dark, except for the strong spotlights just above him, and he couldn't even see how big it was. As the elevator doors closed on him, a small hatch opened and more orders followed.

"Remove your boots, cape, belt and gloves and but them in the compartment. They will be returned to you afterwards."

Robin didn't like it, but he had no choice. The feeling of being naked increased as Slade gave more orders.

"Now, remove your shirt and socks. put them with the other things."

"What?" Robin said, annoyed. "Why-"

"Absolute obedience, Robin… I might not infect the entire population, since you decided to come, but I could just as easily infect only certain friends of yours…"

Robin angrily tore of his shirt and socks and stuffed them into the compartment.

"Now what, Slade?" he snarled.

"Impatient as usual? Oh, well…" Another slot in the wall suddenly opened. "Place your hands inside."

Robin tensed, his heart beating a mile a minute. He was about to question the man again, when a low "Now!" sounded thought the communicator. He did as he was told and immediately felt cold metal clamp around his wrists, pressing them together painfully. Robin hissed.

"You may remove your hands." Slade said, smugly, in his ear.

As he did, his arms dropped down and Robin gasped. Around his wrist were very thick, solid, molded metal cuffs, so heavy he couldn't lift his arms, the weight straining his shoulders. This couldn't be mere steel or lead, it had to be something even heavier.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened.

"Come here…"

Robin heard the purring voice both in his ear and from the darkness beyond the elevator doors. He took one step. Then another. His whole body was screaming at him not to, but in his mind he knew his options were few. Nonexistent, in fact.

For every step, the darkness in front of him took shape. The light from the elevator reflected in copper and steel that made up the man before him. Robin kept his breathing under control, but flinched as a hand reached out towards the side of his head. Forcing himself to stand still, Robin felt cold metal gauntlets brush his ear before reaching in and removing the earpiece.

"There. Face to face. It's been too long." the man behind the mask said, his dark melodious voice doing nothing to calm Robin's nerves. "Follow me." the man continued and turned on his heel.

Robin walked a few feet behind him, through long, winding corridors, some looking like caves. His arms ached more and more for every step, his hands growing cold as the cuffs hindered the circulation.

He better remove them soon or I'll be useless for whatever mission he has planned… Robin thought darkly. He knew how dangerous it was to be considered useless by Slade.

At long last they emerged into a large circular cave, with a rough cemented floor, cold on his naked feet. Robin tried to look around, but again the middle of the room was lit by a harsh spotlight, leaving the edges in shadows. . He was lead to the middle of the room, and then, with startling speed, Slade whipped around and extended his bo-staff. Robin saw the blow coming, but could do nothing to protect himself. He cried out as the metal struck the side of his legs, making him fall to his knees. The cuffs painfully slammed into the floor in front of him, Robin didn't think he would be able to move his arms without risking dislocating his shoulders.

"There… a much better position for you…" The man above him purred, and Robin craned his head back to be able to glare at him.

"What are you-" he started.

The bo-staff struck again, this time over his upper back.

"It is not your place to talk, young man… it's your place to pay."

"For what?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and a blow to the middle of his back was his immediate punishment. Robin gasped from the pain, but managed not to cry out.

"You are a smart boy, Robin. Show it." Slade tutted, using that condescending tone Robin hated so much. "For what, you ask? Robin, Robin, Robin… do you know how painful it is to be burned alive?"

The teen's eyes widened. It had been gruesome enough to watch Slade's body fall into the lava-stream, and the smell… he would never forget it, even though Slade was his and his friend's worst enemy, dangerous beyond any of the others they had faced, it had been an end that had made him have nightmares for weeks. But Slade had come back… alive… Robin knew it was impossible, and therefore figured that it was a robot that had fallen in the lava. It hadn't accounted for the smell, but the brain was a funny thing, and maybe he had just smelled what he had expected to smell… it wasn't like he had ever shared that little tidbit with his team, and none of them had mentioned it either.

"Why should I pay for that? We were trying to save our city… and Terra! You controlled her- AAH!" he couldn't withhold the scream this time, the pain was simply too much. His ribs all along his right side felt like they had cracked.

"Yes. Terra." the man above him said, and started pacing around him in circles. "Terra… a faulty apprentice at best, but why was she there, Robin? Why? Because you weren't. She was your replacement, and a poor one at that. All that happened, happened because you wouldn't bend to me… well… you will pay for that as well."

Something lit up to his side, and Robin turned his head and gasped, seeing the end of Slade's bo-staff glow from some sort of energy extending from it.

"Let me introduce me to my weapon of choice. It is a power staff, and its blasts can kill as well as only hurt. Lately, I have been working on it, and I wanted to try it out… on you… You see, if I'm right, this weapon will now mimic the pain of the wounds without actually causing any real injury… that is, if your heart can stand the stress… but that remains to be seen."

"You… you said you wouldn't kill me..." Robin hissed.

"I said you would survive… I never promised that you would be able to walk out of here… Now… have you ever wondered how it would feel to have your arm sliced off?"

Robin gathered his strength and threw himself to the side, dragging the heavy cuffs with him. Slade merely chuckled and followed, lazily swinging his weapon through the air. Robin had only made it a few feet when a piercing pain shot through his thigh. He screamed, trying to roll away, but landed on his back, his hands pinned uselessly above his head. He saw the blade-like energy slowly sawing its way through his thigh and almost blacked out from the agony. When the staff was withdrawn, the pain was almost completely gone with it, and not a hint of blood or even a mark where it once had been could be seen. His muscles seemed to remember, however, as spasms ran through them, making them tremble. The energy-blade went to his arm next, digging in above the elbow and slicing up towards his collarbone. Robin managed to hold back his scream this time, until Slade cruelly twisted the staff, tearing a cry from his lips.

"It hurt's does it? It's nothing, I promise you… nothing…"

Robin tried to crawl backwards as Slade moved the staff down towards his stomach, letting it linger in the air just below his navel.

"I wonder it the feeling of being gutted is closer?" the man said, almost to himself, and the energy blade sank slowly into Robin's body.

Robin knew it wasn't real, that his abdomen wasn't really being sliced through, but knowing didn't help this time, because he could feel it. He could feel muscles and organs tearing, he could feel the blade going almost completely through him, all but cutting him in half. He thrashed and screamed, trying to will his legs to kick out, but they wouldn't obey him, pain was all his body could focus on.

The man slowly moved on, kicking the boy over to get at his back. Robin's spine was sliced through in several places, his legs maimed again and again. Then he found himself on his back again, the tip of the blade pierced his chest and heart, almost causing a cardiac arrest as the muscle believed it had been torn. The worst feeling, though, because now he couldn't scream or even move anymore, his body completely spent, was when the staff came to rest on his throat. Robin could do nothing but stare up at the man, gasping and shuddering, as his throat was seemingly sliced open very, very slowly. The pain became too much to handle then and he mercifully passed out.

As he came around only minutes later, his whole body seemed frozen solid as it lay almost completely naked on the icy floor. There was blood now, from where he had scraped his skin against the rough floor, and his muscles were cramping.

Slade's wrong… I can't survive this… Robin thought groggily, having trouble even focusing his eyes.

"So you have experienced pain…" a dark voice purred above him, and Robin flinched, eyes searching the darkness for its source.

"…enough… please…" Robin hated to beg, but if he wanted to live, he felt he had no choice.

"No… not quite yet… you see, pain was only part of my experience, part of what you will have to pay for…" Slade spoke slowly, as if to a child. "As Trigon resurrected me, I had to earn my body back, by agreeing to do his bidding… a demon's servant, Robin… you will have to pay for that as well… the humiliation…"

Robin wanted to throw back the likeness between Slade's situation with Trigon and his own experiences as the man's apprentice, in Slade's face, but he could barely form the thoughts, even less the words.

"I have decided to rape you."

Robin's half closed eyes shot open, staring at the man standing above him with fear and disbelief.

"Slade…no…"

"Be thankful, Robin… this was one of the few things I came up with that you will physically heal from…"

The man bent down and took a hold of Robin's handcuffs, lifting them like they weighed nothing, and used them to drag the boy's body to the side of the cave. Robin finally found some strength to fight back, somewhere, even though the pain in his arms and shoulder's were excruciating, but he could do close to nothing to stop the man. Digging his heels in only resulted in them being scraped against the cement until they started bleeding, leaving two red streaks across the floor.

He was thrown down on his stomach across a high metal table. A sudden tugging and a loud click made Robin look up along his arms. His cuffs seemed glued to the metal in front of him and Robin realized that it was the work of a powerful magnet. His tights and underwear were ripped off, and Robin cried out again, this time a curse, trying to kick the man behind him away. It was no use, as Slade simply grabbed his legs, parted them as far as they would go, and secured his thighs to the table's legs with wide straps.

"There." Robin heard Slade say. "All done… I will use some lubrication since I, at least, deserve some pleasure from this, but that is the only kindness I am prepared to show you…"
"Stop Slade, please… please stop…." Robin almost sobbed, fighting desperately against the bonds and his own tears. He didn't want to cry in front of the man, he never had before, but this was just too much.

"No. You have to pay."

Robin felt his cheeks being parted and a cold, runny substance being applied on and around his opening. He instinctively knew that he should try to relax, but again, simply knowing was useless. Something hot and blunt suddenly pressed against him, and Robin cried out from the shock, again begging the man to stop. Slade didn't listen as he started to push into the boy's body.

The pain of being breached was unbelievable. For a moment Robin was convinced that it wasn't Slade's cock but his fist that was being pressed into him, but then he realized that he felt the man's hands on his hips. As the man stilled, Robin hoped he was in, that the worst was over, but then the man's hips shot forward and Robin screamed. More and more of the man's length pushed inside him until Robin thought that his insides must have been ripped apart. He was crying now, in too much pain to be able to stop the tears. After what felt like an eternity, Robin felt skin against his buttocks, as Slade was completely buried in him by now. Again the boy thought the worst was over, and was completely unprepared for the pain that came as the man withdrew. It felt like a hot steel hook was dragged against his insides, shredding them as it went, and Robin's broken voice only managed a high keening sound like a mortally wounded animal, which echoed eerily around the cave. It was cut off as the man stabbed into him once more, and Robin nearly passed out.

The man started fucking him for real after that, hard and mercilessly. Robin's body shuddered brokenly with each thrust, making noises that never should be heard from a living thing, but they only seemed to urge his tormentor on, to go faster, harder.

Robin felt himself tear, and although the pain was immense, the blood, at least, eased some of the pain, slicking his passage further. The man's movements quickened and, after so long in so much pain, Robin sobbed in relief as he understood that his tormentor was close. Slade's shaft swelled, adding to the pain, as he, grunting, filled the boy with his cum. The salty release mixed with the blood and started to trickle out of Robin as the man withdrew harshly, earning another piercing cry from the boy before he passed out once more.

As Robin slowly regained consciousness he found himself looking up at a familiar ceiling. He turned his head slowly to the side, feeling, more than seeing, someone there. His breath hitched in his throat as a single grey eye looked back at him.

"You have paid, Robin… to some extent… I let you live, as I said I would… but I'll be back for you…and next time… no promises…"

The man melted back into the shadows and was gone.

"Robin? Oh, Robin? I've brought you a cup of wondrous water!" Starfire announced and placed in on her leader's bedside table. She frowned slightly as the boy below the covers barely moved, but instead of insisting on him waking up, she quietly left the room.

She went to find the others in the living room.

"I am deeply worried about Robin, he has not spoken in two days!" she declared and wrung her hands.

"Well he's sick, Star." Cy said, lazily flipping through the channels. "Bet you weren't that perky when you had the flu!"

"I… I was not…" Starfire agreed. "I feel bad for him. He took care of us and he got sick."
"With things like these, that's hard to avoid… almost the whole town was down…" Cy shrugged, trying to stop BB from stealing the remote to watch another animal show.

"And don't forget…" Raven said dryly. "Robin is a boy… they get the sniffles and act like they're dying… He's not any worse off than we were… just give him a few days."

Starfire smiled slightly and nodded, feeling better now. It felt good, having her friends reassure her. They were right. It was nothing serious.

The End.