Raven sat, leaning back into the softness of the sofa, a little on edge of why she was sitting there.
"I am your prisoner, why are you treating me like your roommate with special needs?" she asked.
Once again, Slade glared at her. 'Why is she so persistent with these questions?' he thought to himself.
"You'll come to see my plan clarify, not unless you already have an idea of what it is," he plainly stated, taking a seat near her on the couch.
Raven moved over, away from him, and felt for the armrest, slightly gripping to it as if intimidated.
"I don't have a clue with what you're planning, Slade. Hopefully, I will get out of here before the Tee--"
"The Titans won't come to save you. In fact I can almost assure you that they won't find you until you confront them."
"I will never become your apprentice. Never."
"I was not implying that you are going to be. Actually, this idea is much better."
Raven sat there, not making a sound, thinking of what he could be planning. But how could she get inside his mind, his distorted, villainous mind, when she was concentrating on getting out of here in one piece? Unless, there may be one way….
-xx
Robin punched his fist into the punching bag, training. His mind was focusing on Raven and Slade, while his subconscious was taking care of the physical work he was doing.
"Where. Could. They. Be?" he asked himself aloud, taking a breathe after each word. We was trying to achieve the task of finding a Titan that couldn't be found, maybe even shouldn't be found until the right time. Robin's punches started to increase with speed with the height of his aggravation. His heart rate shot up and his adrenaline was high, and then suddenly he stopped. And with heavy breath told himself, 'I hope she's OK.'
Beast Boy was in no mood to do anything. He hardly ate, always looked tired, and was in no mood to be beaten by Cyborg. Starfire tired continuously to comfort him, but it was no use. For the first time he realized life without the monotone voiced woman, and he missed her terribly.
-xx
Meanwhile, Slade and Raven were still sitting on the couch, not talking. There was tension between the two, a tension that felt new and different for Raven, but Slade anxiously remembered the feeling, but was unsure if he was to embrace it.
"Life must be so hard alone," she said, breaking the ere silence.
He looked up from the ground to her. 'Is she trying to play the same game as I?'
"I mean," Raven continued, "You have no one to talk to, or even share things with for that matter. That's the great thing about a team."
"I choose to work alone, it has its profits."
"Like what?"
"Not having to worry about another teammate, like the Titan's are worrying about you now. When that happens your mind is not fully on your work, you're more apt to wonder, daydream. And besides, feelings may begin to form, feelings that shouldn't be there in the first place." At his last sentence, Raven shuttered.
"There are strength in numbers, though."
"This is great strength in knowledge too. Which has why I have created a robotic army. Genius, isn't it? I can sit here and watch you and your pathetic teammates toil through the obstacles of them, wasting your time on them instead of trying to track down me."
"Your over-working habits are quite malformed, Slade. It makes you sound even more spine-chilling. Now it's not a wonder why Robin works so hard to defeat you," Raven said coldly, her tone even.
Slade smiled at the comment.
"It's nice to know I have a fan in a city of hatred," he smirked, his dark and intimating voice in it's full force. "Robin and I aren't so different I believe."
"Believe what you may, but Robin has one vital emotion that will carry him farther than you can even conceive in your own mind."
"Now what is that?"
"Love, Slade. Robin can love. You can't seem to feel that, which has thrown you into this world. Your world of destructive plans, of what I'm not entirely sure."
"I can love, Raven. I just chose not too," he frigidly said, defending himself.
"I see," said Raven, "Then prove it."
At the comment, Slade seemed to take an interest in what she was saying.
"Why would I prove anything to you? Why do I need to prove it to you? And how would I prove it to you?"
Raven silenced herself, getting lost in her thoughts, thinking of how he would prove it to her. A large grin formed on her face, and Slade tilted his head in interest of what she was thinking.
"In order to prove that you, a heartless, sinful, villainous man can love, I ask you to…."
-xXx
"I wonder what he is doing with her," Beast Boy said, thinking the absolute worst.
"He could not have killed her, he would have told us, right?" Starfire said, questioning her own statement.
"She's probably starved and alone," Beast Boy commented, looking into Starfire's sad eyes.
"Oh, Beast Boy. We all miss her, and do not assume the worst. I feel she is alive," Starfire sighed, trying to comfort her depressed green friend.
"I just miss her that's all."
"Robin is doing the best he can, thinking and searching every possible place with friend Cyborg."
"I hope you're right Starfire. I really hope you are right."
-xXx
"What!" Slade gasped, his lungs squeezing out all of his breath with the one word from all his surprise, "You want me to--you?"
"That is all I am asking," Raven said calmly.
"That is all?" Slade asked. He sat there, thinking, trying to regain his composure, "Why do you want me to make you love me?"
"I have my reason's Slade. You have nothing better to do with your time anyways, because I would always be your time until you release me, from the moment you laid your hands on me by the warehouse. Make me love you, and I will be one less Titan to defeat," she said, persuading him easily with craft.
He stared at her, his eyes filled with wonder, and to his surprise, his heart was gladly accepting the offer, his mind thinking it might be a good idea, each component of the couple "falling" for each other for different reasons. The love would be fake, or at least he thought on his part, and he would easily have her in his hands.
"Fine, I accept your "proposal", if you may."
"Well then, let the game begin. Make me love you."
For the first time, he was slightly uncomfortable around her, and a little timid. Was he really going to play this stupid game with her?
Slade slid over close to her, so their hips were aligned, and he put his strong arm around, engrossing her in a hug. Raven nestled her head into his muscled chest and sighed, making herself quite comfortable. He felt his heart flutter for a moment as she nestled in close. Was this a game? Or was it the real thing? Was this insanity, or was it the most sane thing he has done in five years?
A/N: Chapter five! Odder than I ever imagined…. Short, yes, but I figure I that will hold your attention for the much longer and intense sixth chapter! A special shout out to my loyal reviewers, but fresh blood would be nice! Keep reviewing, thanks! Have a nice day .
