A/N: Talathien sent me some plot bunnies and during one of our game nights Aikino and I bounced one around a bit and this is the result… it might not be exactly what was first suggested but a plot bunny bit! ;) Sending me plot bunnies sometimes pay off! Very rarely with limited writing time, but still… ;)

The Price

The first time it was out of desperation. A family had been kidnapped, held for ransom and their lives were in grave danger. The kidnapper had asked the city for the money, but the city wouldn't budge. Robin and the Teen Titans had run out of clues, not even Beast Boy's nose or Raven's abilities could pick anything up. They even knew who the kidnapper was; a rather well known Jump City crime syndicate boss. The man was ruthless and had a lot of blood on his hands. Robin had just heard a rumor of one more place to check out, one more clue to follow and he had set off on his own as he was closest to the location. He didn't really expect to find anything but was ready to call his team in at the smallest sign. This was too dangerous to deal with himself; he needed his friends.

He was so focused that he passed almost right by Slade and barely noticing him. The man wasn't important right now, he wasn't on the radar. Slade, however, apparently didn't like to be ignored and simply joined him on his run.

"In a hurry, Robin?" he asked smoothly, not having any difficulties keeping up.

"No time, Slade," Robin growled between gritted teeth.

"Seems so. Makes me curious."

They were entering sensitive area and Robin couldn't let the man tag along, maybe causing someone to spot them and warn the kidnapper. He stopped and faced his enemy.

"Listen, there are lives at stake here! Lives of children! I'm looking for- I'm looking for people who need help, okay? Just go, you're endangering them!"

"Oh, the family Lee is holding?" Slade asked.

"You… you know about that?"

Slade snorted. "I know everything that goes on in this city." He tilted his masked face to the side a fraction as he seemed to be contemplating something. "I know where they are. We're nowhere near."

Robin froze, staring at the man, his eyes wide behind his own mask. He barely dared breathe. Slade was this family's last chance, he was sure of it… but how would he get the man to tell him? Demanding it wouldn't work, threatening him was a laughable idea, as was appealing to his morals. The man had no morals unless it suited him. Politeness then. Begging if necessary. He'd do anything.

"Would you… please tell me?"

"I don't know, you were quite rude to me just now." The man had an amused tone in his voice, not a good sign.

"I'm sorry! Slade, please? The kids…!"

"Like the world need more brats."

"You're still talking to me, there has to be something to convince you!" Robin insisted. "What do you want? Or should I ask; how much?"

"Hmmm…."

The man was dragging this out, the teen knew it. Robin took a deep breath of the slightly metallic-tasting air. The sun was going down, the city boiling in the last rays.

"Please!" the teen added again, and he was sincere in his pleading.

"This is quite a specific situation. Only I can provide you the information in time. The price should reflect that. Something unique. Something only you can give."

"If you are going to tell me you want one of my kidneys-" Robin couldn't help but quip.

"I want you to suck me off."

The teen took a full step back, his mouth falling open when he registered what the man wanted.

"W-what?"

"I want you to get down on your knees, right now, right in front of me," the man said, and continued slowly; "and suck… me… off."

"I won't do that! No!" Robin's voice dripped of disgust.

"Oh well, shorter line to the ice cream truck from now on then," the man chuckled and turned around to leave. He had just taken a few steps when-

"Stop!" Robin called out, his voice slightly shrill.

"Decided to pay?"

"I'll pay you a thousand dollars!" the teen tried.

"No."

"Five!"

No reaction from the man.

"Ten!" Robin tried again.

"No. Anyone can give me ten thousand dollars. It's not personal, Robin. The price needs to be personal."

"I… I… I'll give you… I mean… I… I'll use my hand!" the young hero offered, face red.

"Sounds like a plan," the man agreed, giving the boy hope. "I'm a bit too big for just your mouth."

"Slade, please!"

"Tick-tock, Robin," the man said and started to walk away again, slowly. "I'll take my offer off the table in ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two-"

"Alright!"

Slade stopped and turned around once more. The two watched each other for a moment before the man gestured to the ground in front of himself.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm not gay!" The words tumbled out of his mouth without any thought behind them. Robin doubted Slade would care and he was right.

"Neither am I. I like domination, boy, and I doubt the sex of who's kneeling before me matters. The clock is ticking. Ten past eleven. Didn't you have until midnight?"

Robin took a shuddering breath and swallowed hard. He had to do this, Now. Quickly. He closed his eyes for a second and then hurried forwards. He heard a pleased hum as his knees hit the ground and he glared up at the man defiantly. "Well…. get… get it out then!" he hissed, hating how he stuttered.

"That's your job," the man told him, his tone content.

Robin grunted some curses under his breath but sat up higher on his knees and gingerly searched for the fly, protected and hidden by the seams in the man's uniform. Once he found it he needed another deep breath to undo it and pull enough on the pants to reach the man's bulging underwear. The next moment Robin was seeing and holding something he'd never thought, or wished, he'd come close to. A small part of his brain was laughing uncontrollably at the bizarre situation, but the feeling was born out of panic and little else.

Slade had hinted that he was big and he hadn't lied. Robin hadn't exactly spent much of his life comparing men's junk, but it was clear that the villain was above average and he was already half hard, still growing.

"Take off your gloves, I want to feel your hands," the man told him. Robin obeyed, having secretly been grateful for the protective layer, but he was about to have the thing in his mouth so it seemed like an unnecessary detail to fight over. He peeled the foreskin all the way back and quickly ran his hand around the tip cleaning it as well as he could from the smegma that had collected there during the day. There wasn't much, the man seemed hygienic enough, but it was very late in the evening and Robin knew the state he himself was in after a long day's active work. He wished he had a wet cloth to clean Slade up with properly, but a hand on the back of his head told him that his time was running out. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and guided the ever hardening thing into his mouth.

The teen realized that the sooner he could get the man to come, the sooner he'll have the information, so he pushed his disgust and humiliation aside and tried his best. The hums and grunts from the man told the hero that he was doing a decent job and he increased his efforts.

"Look up at me," came a sudden order, and the teen did, only to see a black rectangle aimed at him, a light stinging his eye. He pulled back so quickly that he fell on his behind. He heard an angry hiss from the man and gulped as he realized that he must have scratched him with his teeth. The rectangle was still on the forefront of his mind however.

"You're… you're filming this!?"

"Sure am. Insurance. And you, you little brat, just hurt me," the man growled. Robin gasped as the man suddenly had his hair in a painful grip and yanked him back on his knees. "The price just went up." Slade snarled.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to!" Robin pleaded, his voice cracking from the pain. He was hanging onto the man's arm to ease the strain on his hair, afraid the villain would pull it out by its roots.

"Doesn't matter. Remove your mask."

"No! Please!"

"Price went up, Robin. Remove your mask!" A vicious tug made the boy yell out.

The teen was about to refuse again when images of the children flashed in front of his eyes. Ten and seven. Dear god, they were ten and seven. He had to… he just had to… A dry sob escaped his lips as one of his hands let go of the man's arm and quickly peeled his mask off.

"Good boy. Look into the camera. Such pretty blue eyes. There, you may proceed."

The man wasn't fully hard anymore and Robin felt like he had to start all over. Luckily Slade didn't seem like he was resisting in any way and soon the man's breathing got shallower.

"Swallowing wasn't included in the price, but I'd take that as a personal favor… and you'll need to be on my good side from now on, Robin," the man told him in a low purr.

The hero just screwed his eyes shut and increased his movements, pushing the man over the edge.

Strangely thick fluid washed over his tongue and he forced himself to swallow. As he did the man grabbed his shin, lifting it up to watch his struggles.

"Such a good boy," the man purred.

"Where… where are they?" Robin asked, fighting to regain his breath.

Slade didn't answer for so long that the teen was afraid that he had been tricked. It wasn't impossible, it was a risk he had taken, but now he just had a little over thirty minutes to save the family.

"Abandoned brick building on Irvine street, second floor," the man told him. "I'll see you around, Robin," the man added.

The boy barely heard him, he had his intercom out and was calling his team, putting on his mask and running in the right direction pretty much all at once.

They saved them. It was last minute but they did. Robin did the best to build a case against Lee but to no avail. The police arrested him at a party across town but there wasn't a shred of DNA that could bind him to the scene and the family was too afraid to talk. Even the men that were arrested on the spot and convicted couldn't be easily linked to the man and none would testify. Robin raged about this in the coming weeks but there was nothing he could do. At least they had thwarted the man's plans for now. They would again.

He had almost been able to put it all behind him when he got a message on his private email.

When he opened it a short video started playing and several still images popped up. All of his face. All from when he- The teen gagged in his mouth and his eyes landed on the short line of text underneath.

"Richard.

Meet me at number 2 Oakstreet, apartment 213 at 8 PM. Civilian clothes. Shower beforehand. Don't tell your friends… that would upset me.

S."

The teen ran to the bathroom and just made it to the toilet as the bile overflowed and he retched up the remains of his breakfast.

As he had nothing left in his stomach he crawled into the closest corner and just tried to somehow hold on. His heart was racing so much it hurt, he had trouble breathing and reality swam in and out of focus. Slade knew who he was. He knew who Batman was too, then, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. And the man wanted him back. To… to… Robin didn't want to think about it. Telling his friends and Bruce was first on his mind. He had been forced to do what he did, there was no shame in that… but Slade's warning… Slade had his identity and the film and Robin figured he'd happily hand those over to the media if he didn't do what the man asked. He couldn't see any way out. He loved his team but he knew that telling them and still going on his own wasn't an option either… they wouldn't be able to pretend they didn't know if they ran into the man. BB and Star definitely didn't have the poker face for it, and Raven and CY might not have the self control either. So he couldn't tell them. He couldn't tell anyone. He just had to go.

He said to his friends that he needed a night off, to himself. This wasn't unusual so he didn't get questioned at all. They lived close together and all knew to give each other space when needed. He showered, his hands shaking as he meticulously cleaned himself. Everywhere. He didn't want to think about it but harbored no illusions. Slade could take what he wanted now, and they both knew it.

He took one of his normal motorcycles into the city and parked about a block from the address he had been given. The building looked normal enough, just ordinary apartments in the middle price range. He stood outside the door for a full minute before he rang the doorbell. He hoped the door wouldn't open, but it did, way too quickly. Slade, in full uniform, silently stepped aside to let him in.

Robin had to force his feet to obey and even so couldn't muster more than a shuffle.

"Glad you decided to join me, Richard," the man said. "I hope we have an understanding?"

"If… if I do whatever it is you want me to do, will you… will you delete the footage?"

"The footage? Such nice memories?" the man chuckled. "I could delete all that right now and it wouldn't make a difference. The footage will be embarrassing for you if I released it, but what I know, Richard, will be devastating. For you, for Bruce, your cities… maybe the whole hero community."

Robin didn't realize that he was hanging his head until Slade put two fingers under his chin, lifting it up. "Of course it will never come to that, though," the man said. "Because you'll do anything I demand, won't you? You'll keep your world safe?"

"… yes…" Robin forced himself to answer, his voice small.

"Hmm… your eyes are so expressive, Richard. I will never let you wear a mask around me again." The man's voice was almost warm but Robin could sense the leer behind the mask.

"Don't… Don't call me that. Call me Robin. Please," the teen asked. It was enough that Slade was ruining one of his lives, he didn't want him spoiling his real identity as well.

The man nodded after a moment's hesitation. "As you wish, Robin. Go into the bedroom over there. Undress completely and lie down on the bed. Don't-" he added as the teen's mouth opened in objection, "-don't oppose me. Just obey."

"Are… are you going to… to r-rape me?" Robin couldn't keep his voice from trembling no matter how hard he tried.

"Of course not!" the man snorted. "I'm not a monster, Robin."

The teen drew a deep, shuddering breath of relief. "Then… what are you…?"

"It's not rape. I have your full consent after all. You can walk out any time."

Robin just stared at the man, emotionally and physically frozen.

"Get started," Slade ordered, nodding towards a hallway.

Robin hadn't given the apartment as much as a glance, but now he did. It was more or less completely empty. It didn't seem anyone lived in it, but when he finally could move and made his way to the bedroom, there was a bed there. The only piece of furniture in there, and fear stabbed the boy's gut when he saw it.

Slade closed the bedroom door behind them with a click. There wasn't any sound of a lock, but there might as well have been. Robin knew he wouldn't be able to leave until his enemy was finished with him. An impatient grunt gave the teen the cue that the delay wasn't appreciated, and he started to remove his t-shirt, wishing he had put on more layers. He didn't look at the man. Not that he could see his face, but he could, somehow, sense the looks, the enjoyment, from him. He kicked off his shoes and bent over a little, lifting one foot at a time to remove his socks. After that there were only his pants left. He thought of dragging it out by leaving his underwear on, but to what avail? He'd just be here for longer. Better to get it over with. He pushed his jeans and underwear down at once, kicked them off and sat down on the bed.

"Lie down. On your back. Hands to your side." The man walked slowly to the foot of the bed, seemingly studying him intently, as Robin obeyed. "Spread your legs. Wider. Lift your knees."

Robin's face was an angry red but he did what the man told him. It was going to be over eventually.

"Roll over, hands and knees."

As Robin did, the man gave a low whistle. "Nice ass. Very nice." The teen jumped as a cold glove suddenly landed on his behind, caressing the cheeks. "Better than many women's. Good. I wasn't sure I'd be able to do this without… help." Slade said, and Robin, who was glaring at him from over his shoulder saw him gesture to the head of the bed. He looked over and discovered a few things spread out here. A bottle of what Robin thought was lubricant and a pack with two small blue pills.

"You- You're not even aroused?" Robin exclaimed. "You're going to do this to me even though you're not turned on!?"

"Oh, like I told you before, the power is quite intoxicating… I just thought I'd needed help to get started, but you'd be happy to hear that won't be necessary."

"You… you… you are a monster!" Robin snarled, clutching the sheets in his fists but otherwise not moving. He wanted to move, he wanted to fight, to run, but he knew it was the worst thing he could do for the people he loved.

"Well… yes. Maybe a bit," the man chuckled, his hand still caressing Robin's ass. "Would you be a dear and hand me the lube?"

Robin knew it was supposed to be a blow so he tried hard to ignore it and just reached out for the bottle, grabbing it, and giving it to the man. He jumped slightly as the wet, cold contents were squirted between his cheeks, but didn't react further until the man's glove-clad hands began exploring that region and pushing into him.

"OW! Slade! No!" he cried out.

"Stay still like a good little boy."

"It hurts! Your gloves! They hurt!" Robin gasped. "Slade, please!"

"Very well." Suddenly warm fingers were down there instead. Robin had hoped for less girth, but there wasn't a lot of difference. They were smoother, though, and didn't chafe as the coarse hard material of the gloves had done. He winced as one penetrated him deeper and cried out, crawling forward, as a second finger joined in.

"Stay still!"

"It hurts!"

"It will hurt more if I don't do this. Want me to stop?"

"N-no."

"Say it. Describe what you want me to do."

"D-don't… don't stop-" Robin took a deep breath, almost gagging. "Push… push your fingers in-into me."

A low, pleased chuckle was all that was heard as the man did what he had made Robin beg for. The boy winced and automatically tried to pull away again. One of the man's hands grabbed his hip hard and kept him in place as the fingers went deeper. Robin tried to take deep breaths. He instinctively knew that he needed to relax but to do so on command, in this situation, seemed like an impossible task. And then he was out of time. Slade withdrew his fingers and something else pushed against his opening, trying to get in.

"Slade! No! Please!" Robin was close to hyperventilating, shaking badly.

"You want to stop? Leave?" the man asked as the pressure eased. "Be my guest, Richard."

"N-no, but please! You're too big! Please!"

"Nonsense, you're such a good boy," the man chuckled. "And you want to get fucked, don't you? Tell me you do."

"I… I want to… to get fucked…" Robin forced out.

"Then fucked you shall be," the man replied airily and increased the pressure. Then he suddenly slapped Robin's ass cheek hard. "Relax!" he commanded.

The sudden pain and shock helped the man enter and Robin cried out from the new agonizing sensation. There was no more resistance, however, as the man just sank into him further. The hero fought for breath, crying out again as the man's girth stretched him open even further.

"Slade! Please! Slow!" he begged.

The man didn't heed his wishes, however, and instead set a brutal pace, both his hands on the boy's hips now.

It felt like it lasted forever. The pain had been replaced by an insistent burning and the teen was drenched in sweat. With a few, last, powerful thrusts Slade stilled inside him and Robin thought he could feel his insides getting warmer. He gagged quietly into the sheets. He had long since collapsed down on his elbows and when the man finally pulled out Robin just rolled over on his side, legs pulled up, curling around himself, trying to find the strength to face the world again. When Slade left the room the teen could suddenly breathe again. He edged off the bed, wincing from the pain shooting up his backside, and grabbed his clothes. He had his underwear on, his pants halfway up, when the man returned.

"What are you doing?" Slade's voice was almost mild, like he was curious.

"I'm… I'm getting… getting dressed?" Robin had never hated himself as much as he did at that moment. He sounded so weak, so broken, so scared… and he was, but he didn't want that to show.

"No, you're staying. I'm not done yet."

"But… no, but… but you are!" the teen objected.

"I'll be ready to go in a little while again," the man said.

"You can't! I'll… I'll tear! It hurts, you can't!"

"You've broken bones, scraped the skin off half you leg, gotten deep cuts and bruises, even been shot… and you're telling me you can't take a little pain? Don't be a wuss."

"But-"

"Kneel! And stay there until you're needed again. After that you can leave."

Robin obeyed not because of the order but because his legs simply couldn't carry him anymore.

Slade left the room again and the boy was left alone on the floor for about half an hour. It was still much too soon when the villain returned.

"Take off those underwear, get on the bed," he was ordered.

"Please-"

"Now."

The teen had to try twice before he could get up on his feet.

Slade wanted him on his back this time to 'see his face'. Robin stared numbly up at the ceiling as the man rearranged him to his liking. Slade was holding his phone and had probably been filming this whole time, the teen suspected. Robin whined in distress as he was entered. It hurt more now, in a way. The feeling wasn't the same, but he was already so sore back there. He stayed still, though, tried to relax, tried to think about leaving this place.

Eventually it was over.

"Let yourself out. I will be in touch," the man told him and then left.

Robin wasn't quite sure how he got home or got through the next few days. The fact that he had to act like everything was okay somehow helped a bit, though, and he slowly started to tell himself that things were going to be fine. And then Slade called.

They met a handful of times after that. Sometimes it was weeks between summons, sometimes only days. Robin would soon learn that the man had a sort of pattern, however: whenever he got bored of one situation he demanded something new. It started with what the teen assumed was a kind of exhibitionism.

"Meet me on the roof of the apartment building at nine tonight. Shower first and be in full uniform." Then a click. Robin had to fake a headache for the rest of the day as he couldn't bring himself to leave his room.

"This time I want to fuck you outside in the open," he was told by the masked man. Robin didn't plead, what was the point? He just obeyed and an hour later it was over.

After a couple of weeks Slade wanted to film him properly and Robin even got a script. He doubted his acting was convincing, but he tried, simply because Slade stopped it all and had him retake scenes until the man was pleased. A few days later he received the edited version in his mail and forced himself to watch a little part of it before deleting it. Slade had really made it seem like Robin enjoyed himself and it made the teen sick on so many levels, especially because of his own body. The pain had died down and the prostate stimulation sometimes made him hard, and Slade had captured those moments. It was all biological, no real pleasure involved, no release, but his body had still betrayed him. It was still on tape.

Slade seemed to have thought about this thing, though, because at their next meeting he took the teen back to the bedroom and caressed his cheek with his gloved hand.

"This time I want you to enjoy it. I want you to come," he told the boy.

Robin drew back, for once reacting, his eyes wide. This was something he didn't want! Even if he could tell himself that any satisfaction wasn't genuine, it was still, in some way, defeat. He was beaten and broken already, but he had inwardly congratulated himself on being able to detach himself from the situation pretty successfully. Slade hadn't been able to get him completely. But now he was going to try that. And, knowing the man, he would succeed.

"Why?" he asked. "You don't care about me, why would you want that?!"

"To prove that I can. I own your body, Robin, and I can make it do whatever I please," the man purred.

"I hate you." The words were just a whisper, defeated.

"I don't care." The man walked behind him, his hands caressing Robin's skin, just causing shivers of disgust and nothing else.

Suddenly something warm and moist pressed against his neck, a completely new sensation. Lips! Robin gasped and pulled away, spinning around at the same time, and for the first time, stared up into the man's face. It was a hard face, cold, a small smirk twisting the lips. Robin thought that women might find the man handsome, but to him he was nothing but a monster and he found it unfair that the skin wasn't covered in scars and boils. Somehow that was what evil was supposed to look like.

The man caught his arm, pulled him close and kissed him. Robin bit. Hard. A curse was heard and then the teen's world exploded in pain as the man backhanded him so brutally that he fell to the floor.

"Behave," Slade growled, wiping a speck of blood from his lip. He didn't kiss Robin on the mouth again, but his neck and chest got unwelcome attention. Soon he was inside the boy, but he went slowly, angling his hardness to give the young man as much sensation as possible, and then, for the first time, Slade touched Robin's cock. The teen groaned, throwing his arms over his face, trying to find that special place inside where his didn't care, didn't feel. The man's touches were relentless however, and soon enough he was pushed over the edge.

Slade made him come three times that night and when Robin came home he again faked being sick, this time for several days, before trying to force himself back to life again.

He was sitting on the edge of a building, shoulders slumped, leaning precariously far out. It looked so peaceful down there. No people. Just the hard, cold, dark ground. So perfect.

"Jump if you want to," a voice suddenly said behind him. "But if you die, in any way, Gotham will know about Bruce within minutes."

Robin heard steps leaving and he was alone again. He leaned back from the edge. He couldn't do it. Not at that price.

The very next evening Slade called him again.

"Meet me on the top of Titan's Tower at two AM," he said. "This time I'm going to take you in your own bed."

"I can't let you into the tower!" Robin objected.

"You can and you will."

"But my friends!"

"Better keep those screams of pleasure down then," the man chuckled and hung up.

Afterwards Robin felt trapped: he couldn't leave like he usually did, and Slade seemed in no hurry to move from where he was leaning against the headboard either. Robin was lying on the other side of the bed, his back against the man, waiting for him to get up. The silence stretched out until it became unbearable. Robin had learned that trying to barter or argue was useless, but now they were done, Slade was still here, and the hero had questions.

"How… how long will this continue?" he asked.

"For as long as I please."

"I… I'm scared," he admitted.

"How so?" There was some curiosity, some interest, in the normally so cold voice.

Robin rolled over and looked up at the man.

"I feel like… like I can't be me anymore… I can't focus… I've almost gotten killed twice! And if I do, you'll… you'll… so I'm scared!"

"I see."

"What if I stop being Robin, Slade? Will you leave me alone then? If I go back to Gotham and become a full time civilian? Will you have won enough then?" The teen's voice was full of hate, but also desperation and pleading. He was looking for a way out; any way.

"I won't allow that."

"Then what?! WHAT, Slade!? I can't go on like this, I just can't! You've broken your fucking toy, alright?!"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me. Show me how broken you are and kiss me. Then we'll talk."

Robin hesitated, but then sat up in bed. Slade patted his naked lap, wanting the boy to straddle it, and with a grimace of disgust the teen did. Kissing was such a tender thing, so personal, Robin thought, which is why he had bit the man the one and only time Slade had tried it.

"For not being gay you sure seem to enjoy this a lot," the teen muttered.

"Stones and glass houses, Robin," the man chuckled.

The teen decided not to comment and instead dived into the kiss, eyes tightly screwed shut. He had to let Slade's tongue explore but did as little as he possibly could apart from keeping perfectly still. The man still seemed pleased when they parted, however.

"Well?" Robin asked a little breathlessly.

"You pass. Barely."

"So… so you're going to let me go?" Robin asked hopefully as he climbed off the man and pulled the sheets around himself.

"One more time. I'll call you when its time." Slade finally swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.

"But just once?"

"Yes. One more night. Then I'll let you go. I might be a monster, as you say, but I prefer having the memory of owning you than seeing you destroy yourself."

"I… thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, I haven't decided on the activities…" The man leered at him just before he slid his mask on. "Sleep well, Robin." With that the man left the room and the boy didn't even worry about him leaving the tower undetected, he was too occupied with his impending freedom.

For once he was eagerly waiting the man's call, but he had to do so for a fortnight. When it finally happened the instructions were the same old ones: shower, show up at a certain time, and the place was the old apartment. The only thing that different was that the man told him to expect to stay from eight PM until early morning, but Robin didn't mind: it was the last time. He just wanted it to be over.

Slade opened the door wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, no mask. Robin was as usual told to strip and almost hurriedly entered the bedroom. He looked around for anything to give him a clue about what the man wanted from him this time, but there was only a gym bag on the floor and that was closed.

Slade had his phone in his hand as usual, snapping pictures as Robin stripped. Once naked the man lifted the bag onto the bed and zipped it open.

"This time," he said. "I want you completely at my mercy." He lifted a pair of cuffs from the bag and Robin saw metal poles, chains, ropes and leather belts filling the rest of the bag. "Before you were always able to leave whenever you wanted," the man continued. "True, you were very unlikely to, but you had the option. Tonight, you won't."

Robin had been fully prepared to go through the night even if it included torture. This sent spikes of fear through him, however, but he swallowed, took a deep breath and nodded.

"Good, lie down on the bed, on your back."

When the teen did Slade put his phone down carelessly on the bed and took Robin's left hand, cuffing it to the bed frame. The man then started going through the bag, maybe to find the other cuff, when there was a signal from the hallway. The intercom.

"That's right, I was expecting a package. I apologize, it has nothing to do with you," the man told him. "Won't take a minute," he added and left the room.

Robin rolled his eyes at the apology. Then Slade's phone lit up with a faint buzz. He knew he shouldn't, but he glanced over at the screen and froze. The quick look had picked out his name in the mass of text. He hesitated only for a moment, and then reached for the phone.

"Just name your price, then. Robin needs to go, he almost landed me in prison. I'm not paying amateurs for this. I don't want it messed up. I want the kid's head on a fucking platter, literally. The sooner the better. What will it cost me? 20?"

Robin's heart was beating out of his chest. He needed to get out of here! A yank on his wrist reminded him of the cuffs, however. He heard footsteps approach and quickly put the phone down again.

"There. Taken care of. Where were we?" Slade asked, coming in through the door.

Robin was good at thinking in a stressful situation, but now he was close to panic.

"Let me go, Slade!" he said, yanking on the cuff.

"What's this?" the man's single eye narrowed suspiciously. "You don't want to play all of a sudden?"

Robin realized he had messed up but tried to amend the situation. "I need the bathroom! Badly! Tacos for lunch and… please?"

Robin saw the moment when Slade spotted the phone. The screen was still alight, which it wouldn't normally be by now, unless someone had kept it active. The man grabbed it and read the text message for himself.

"Ah. Unfortunate."

"Y-You… you planned this? To kill me?" Robin asked, trying to make his voice firm.

"No. I was contacted a few days ago."

"It's Lee, isn't it? We've been on his tail since the kidnapping."

"Yes."

"You don't deny it?"

"It hardly matters."

"Because I'm going to die?" Robin wanted to know.

"Because you have no evidence," Slade said and started writing on his phone.

"What… what are you answering him?"

The man gave the boy a look and smirked. "I'm asking for a 100."

"And… if he agrees?"

"Then we'll see."

"NO! You won't do this, you fucking coward!" Robin snarled and kicked out at the man.

Slade easily caught first one and then the foot and tutted. "That won't be up to you," he said. "Calm yourself, panicking won't change a thing." Holding the teen's legs under one arm the man dug through the bag and found more shackles.

No matter how hard Robin fought, his legs and other arm was soon secured and Slade was frowning down on him.

"Not as intricate as I had planned, looks like the job of a beginner," the man muttered, seemingly to himself. Then he shrugged. "Well, that's what I am when it comes to these things. Now…. let's begin…."

Slade undressed completely and then started running his hands over Robin's body like was his habit. The teen was far too agitated to be able to zone out like he normally did, and tried his best to headbutt and bite the man when he was anywhere close enough. Straining and fighting uselessly exhausted him, however, and when Slade decided to move him around he didn't have much fight left in him.

"I don't understand why you are so upset when you wanted to end it just recently," Slade almost taunted him.

"Then… I saw no way out," Robin gasped. "Now… you… you promised I'd be free!"

"Deals change."

"Don't I fucking know it," the teen growled, making the man chuckle.

An O-ring gag made it impossible for Robin to talk for a while after that, and Slade took full advantage of the hero not being able to bite him, with Robin tied up on the floor, his wrists attached to his ankles and a spread-bar between his knees.

It was frightening to have Slade push into his mouth in that position. Robin couldn't do anything to stop him, and Slade decided to see what his limits were. Soon the teen's throat ached badly, snot and tears ran freely down his face, and every breath was a struggle and a blessing in one. Slade eventually came, deep in his throat, and Robin collapsed as his head was let go and the villain stepped away. Slade went through the door Robin now knew led to a small bathroom, and returned a little later, wiping himself clean with a cloth.

"You look like hell," the man chuckled as he undid the gag.

"Not… pretty… yours-uummmff!" Robin was cut off as the cloth was pressed against his face, wiping him down as well. He glared angrily at the man once it was done, but secretly felt better.

It wasn't over, of course. Slade didn't need much rest between rounds and he apparently had a lot of different positions he wanted to try out, including one where Robin was hanging from the ceiling. All the positions were uncomfortable, some even very painful. Painful enough for the hero to beg the man to loosen up on the binds at one point, and both his arms and legs fell asleep several times. With all of that going on the teen barely noticed the actual fucking.

Robin hoped it was over when Slade untied the latest straps and only left him chained to the bed again, but it didn't seem like the man was in any hurry. The teen looked out the window, trying to gauge how many more hours he would possibly have to withstand this, when the phone lit up again.

Slade noticed and picked it up. Robin's heart was hammering in his chest, and he didn't like the smirk spreading on the man's lips.

"He accepted," Slade confirmed.

Robin's breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the man.

"Does… does that mean…?"

"It's a lot of money, Robin."

"I'll match it!"

"On your own? No questions asked? I doubt that. Now, let me make up my mind in peace. If you annoy me with more useless bargaining I might take the man's money."

Robin opened his mouth but wisely closed it again. He laid back against the pillows, closed his eyes and tried to regain control of himself again. He'd been in similar situations before! Well… no, but at least similar levels of danger, his life hanging on by a thread. The difference here was that even if he escaped Slade still could, and would, ruin not only his life but his family's as well. So he could get away but not escape.

For over ten minutes Robin watched the man come and go out of the room, idly putting things away and straightening up. The teen doubted that the man actually lived here; he had most likely rented the place just for this as it was so empty, and maybe used it for deliveries like the one earlier that night, but he seemed to like to keep things neat. Robin was the same. Briefly he wondered if it would be so bad, dying. If not he'd have to live with these memories for the rest of his life, and if he and his team had to face Slade again…. he wasn't sure he could handle that. He wasn't sure Slade would allow him to handle that. But, apart from that very dark night on the edge of the roof, he wanted to live. He thought he deserved to. Memories were just that; memories. They couldn't give him new scars, after all, and if they became too much he'd find someone to talk to. He knew the JL could help him find a trusted professional. Might not be a bad idea. But the price had been accepted. Didn't that mean it was decided? And if so…

"Slade? May I ask you something…?" he said, carefully, not wanting to anger the man. Slade just turned to him, however, and gave him a 'go on' look. "If… if you're going to kill me… may I please die fighting?"

"You don't have any gear and you're weaker than a new born calf right now," the man snorted. "Why do you think you have a chance fighting me?"

"I don't!" Robin claimed. "Probably wouldn't on my best day either, it's just that… I don't want to die like this. Helpless. Dirty. I… I want to die like a hero!"

"How very Viking of you," the man smirked. "You are convinced I'd take the hit, then?"

"Before this whole thing started I'd actually say no…" Robin sighed. "But now…? Yeah, probably."

"Why not before?" The man seemed genuinely curious now.

"Because… and you're going to laugh at me…" Robin began. "Before… we were enemies, but I thought… I thought there was something… connecting us… like… like the smallest amount of mutual respect. Even… even when you… even after this started, it was still me… I mean… you could have blacked mailed us all, I guess… you could have had Raven or Starfire and as you're straight that would make more sense, but you didn't want that. You wanted me. And I know I'm their leader and this is all about power to you, but still… I don't know… I just… kinda thought… that if it ever came to that, to death, it would be you and me, and not because some low life threw money at you."

"Hmmm…" the man looked faintly amused, but at least he wasn't shutting him down so Robin got a little bit bolder.

"And if it's all about the money then I think I should be allowed to counter his offer. If you don't think I can get you money, then I can at least give you my body. For one more month."

"One more year."

"Six months, once a month, set dates."

"One year, twice a month, set dates."

Robin hesitated. Twenty four more encounters. Could he live with that? Or actually, was it worth dying otherwise? He nodded curtly. "Done. You'll send me a schedule and I get the right to veto the dates in case of other engagements, and dates can be changed if I should happen to not be available."

"You can veto the first schedule but if you change the dates after that you owe me one extra session per change."

"Deal." They looked at each other, the boy staring, breaths shallow, while the man's expression was calm and content. "Does… does this mean…?" Robin said as Slade reached for the phone.

"I'm denying his offer right now."

The young hero had to fight very hard to not break down and cry on the spot.

Not even a week later Robin got a call.

"Come over to the apartment," Slade said.

"It's not one of our appointments today!" Robin objected. "That was last night which I fucking hope you remember!" He had gotten more confident again around the man since their arrangement, but Slade seemed to enjoy it to an extent.

"Don't get your panties in a twist – which reminds me to send you something before our next session… This is a five minute visit. I have something to show you. A little gift."

"Fine, I'll be there in twenty, I'm getting pizza anyway," the teen sighed and hung up.

He entered the apartment wondering what kind of kinky thing the man had bought to 'surprise' him with. Slade, however, gestured to the kitchen counter.

"You're welcome," he said smugly.

Robin threw a hand over his mouth. There, on a silver platter, was a severed human head.

"That's…. that's… Lee?" It wasn't easy to recognize the distorted features, but it was clearly the crime boss.

"You told me you wanted to counter the deal," Slade shrugged.

"You know this wasn't what I meant!" Robin yelled at him.

"He'd just hire someone else."

"So you did it to protect me?" The young hero looked like Slade had just talked about how he would love to learn how to tap dance.

"Well… mostly because the other assassin would have bragged that he's done something Deathstroke didn't have the guts to do," the man smirked. "But of course I also protect my belongings."

"But mostly your image?"

"Of course."

"Good, I was worried you've had a stroke," Robin said dryly. "Now if you excuse me I have to pick up pizzas and pretend I have an appetite."

"Of course," the man nodded and followed him to the door,

Right outside Robin turned around again. "And that thing better not be there next time!" he said.

As he left Robin quietly wondered to himself what Lee would have thought of the literal price on his head. The teen would be paying for it for another year, but now he knew when and for how long. He smirked to himself. He had a damn payment plan.

The End.

A/N: hope you enjoyed this darker story! I find myself struggling with writing Slade super-dark anymore, as I've learned so much more about him from the comics BUT if there's a good reason he can be a bastard still…. and if you want a little analyze of his reason in this story, hang on: Slade didn't have any sexual thoughts concerning Robin before that first night on the roof and the price, the blow job, was a spur of the moment thing. He was honest about why, though: power. To dominate. And poor Slade found that he had a weakness here: it was planned as a one-time, but the itch came back; he couldn't get enough. Slade viewed it all as playing, but when Robin literally told him that he had broken his toy that had the man hesitate, because that wasn't what he had wanted. He wanted Robin to be the hero he always was, just submit to him now and then, but he then realized that Robin couldn't handle that, so he decided to let him go. Would he ever assassinated Robin? It WAS a lot of money, but as Slade stated in the beginning: money isn't personal. What he could get from Robin, was. It was something no one else on the planet could have, and therefore it appealed more to Slade. Thank you Talathien for giving me the promt "what if it's a LOT of money?". And with the deal, Slade knew Robin would be able to handle things better, so Slade the bastard could both have the cake and eat it. He'd even get a scoop-full of sass now, which I'm sure he'll enjoy. Well. Within limits. But of course, if you wanna read it as mindless rape-fantasy smut you're welcome to… ;)

Feel free sending me your dark prompts (and others) but as you can see above I'm more interested in the REASON behind an action/event so the perfect prompt is probably the one-liner more that the "finished story concept"… me and Aikino has been taking of reasons to want to have sex and reasons for Slade to interact with Robin, especially in a dark story… it's rather impossible to write a completely unique story with these two anymore, but if the CORE is new, then that will breed plot bunnies like crazy… ;)