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Raven placed the empty plate beside her, where she was sitting, and felt around for the wall she had leaned on before. Once her hand hit the concrete wall, she let out a soft shrill, and rubbed her hand until the pain deceased. She groped for the wall again, feeling the bricked concrete. She imagined herself in a basement, a cool and empty basement. Raven wondered a basement to what, an old deserted building? She leaned against the wall and began to think again of what crossed her mind earlier during her meal. She remembered Slade's hands wrapped around hers, engulfing them in strength. There was a certain gentleness to them, telling her that maybe he didn't have any intentions of hurting her.

She dismissed the thought immediately though, day dreaming about her team's number one villain was simply out of the question. But would he really keep her blind until her friends came for her? Raven wondered it, and thought intently, however she once again heard footsteps coming toward her.

"I see you have accepted my hospitality by eating my food," he said bluntly, staring down at the plate.

"You coo--" Raven tried to say before Slade cut her off.

"I figure you're tired after your adventurous day," he sighed, "I mean being kidnapped is extremely tiring."

"What are you asking for?" she questioned, curiousness alive within her expression.

"I am not asking anything of you, my dear. But I am asking if you would want to spend the night on a bed rather than on a floor."

Raven was silent, appalled that he might be giving up his bed for her.

"Then will you take this mask off?" she questioned, trying to pull it from her face.

"No, not yet. I now have a plan for you," he said. Slade lifted her up, making it seem like ease to him. Raven felt odd putting her trust in him, but it was her only choice, as she felt.

He guided her up a flight of stairs, and around obstacles, except for what felt like a couch. She was lead up another flight of stairs and down a hallway, and entered a room, where she sat down on what felt like a bed.

"How about now? Can you remove the mask?" she asked quite annoyed that it was still plastered to her pale face.

"I told you not yet," he said, letting his grip go of her arm, "Patience is a virtue not a privilege, Raven."

He walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

xXx

Slade walked into his own bedroom and stood in front of the closet. He stripped himself of his shoes and shirt, carefully pulling it above his head and over his mask. Pulling off his shirt exposed a buffed man, with the bruises scattered on his arms from previous fights. His arms and hands were thick and masculine, his shoulders broad and chest muscled. He removed everything from his body except his mask and boxers, and walked over to a metal dresser, and pulled out a white T-shirt and put it on. Next he paced to the adjoining bathroom, and looked into the mirror. He placed one hand on each side of the sink, supporting his weight on his muscled arms. His head looked down toward the floor, as if defeated and a tad bit confused. He slowly lifted his head up, and stared into his reflection the mirror showed. His heart lurched, his former-self disgusted with what he had turned into. His coconscious mocked him, saying he couldn't terminate five hormone strong teens. He couldn't give up now, he was to far into the game to stop. And besides, how cowardly would that sound?

"Weak, you were always to weak," he muttered to the face staring back at him, the face that controlled him now. His muscles flexed, tense with self-induced anger. The rage traveled to his arms, and it landed in the center of the mirror. The glass cracked, making a noise that echoed through the silent room, echoing down the hall. Some pieces fell off, as he removed his, now bleeding, hand from the glass. He gritted his teeth at the fact that there were glass shards in his hand. He fumbled through the draw under the sink, finding tweezers to pick the imbedded glass out of this right hand. After finding the tweezers he stood at the sink for the next hour of the night, picking the pieces out, staring at the broken mirror in front of him, thinking how symbolism was strong in the cracked piece of glass; for he too had finally cracked.

xXx

Raven laid on the bed, her hands folded on her flat stomach. Her ears were persistently ringing from the silence, constantly looking for something to listen too. It seemed her ear's prayers were answered when what sounded like shattered glass came from down the hall. At the sound she sat up, and it seemed like her bodily functions turned back on when all of a sudden she had to use the bathroom, badly. She didn't know what to do, should she call for her enemy to lead her to the bathroom like a three year old calling for her parents to help her with potty training. Or would she just attempt to hold her bladder in until doomsday because she was embarrassed?

"Slade!" Raven cried, feeling the blood swell to her face from severe embarrassment. She heard what sounded like metal drop onto metal, and swift footsteps coming toward her.

"What?" he said, slightly out of breath, as if he was taken by surprise.

"I..I have to…," she started.

"What do you have to do?" he said, his voice still sounding stressed.

"Bathroom," she blurted, "I have to go to the bathroom."

Slade was surprised by the need, and cautiously lead her down the hall to another bathroom. He then pushed her in gently, and rapidly closed the door in front of him. Going back to picking the shards of glass out of his hand.

Raven felt around the small room, but didn't feel the wall in front of her quick enough so she slammed into the wall. Groaning and holding her head, she found the toilet and was quite relieved.

"She is totally dependent on me," he said while plucking another piece of glass out, "maybe I should take the mask off. But then I risk her attacking me with her powers. Oww, shit!"

"Slade!" Raven called again. He once again dropped the tweezers and escorted the woman back to her bedroom, and closed the door, leaving her to feel for the bed blindfolded. He yet again went back to taking the last few glass pieces from his bleeding hand.

xXx

Raven climbed onto the bed, and laid on her side. She smiled at the "bathroom" situation. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about this. If she could tell her friends. It felt nice that she had momentarily forgot the real situation she was in. She was kidnapped by a villainous foe and was totally dependent on him. And the surprising thing of it all was, Raven didn't fear him at all.

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