Summary: Though Garfield is just a student living in a small college town, he dreams of meeting the renowned hero Robin. His chance arrives as a ticket to Jump Con. Online rumors say the superhero might appear. They don't say a supervillain might too.

WARNINGS: Kidnapping, mild violence, and almost graphic non-con.

Daydreams and Nightmares Part 1

A cold breeze rustled dark green hair as the train slowed to a stop. The doors wheezed as they opened and commuters exited in a flurry of thick coats and high boots that crunched the snowy pavement. The young man fiddled with the tangled wire of his earbuds poking out from beneath his own winter coat until the path cleared and he entered the train himself.

Once inside, he curved into a walkway lined with seats and chose the vacant pair tucked in a corner near the doors that connected to the other train car. He slung his backpack off his shoulders and onto the seat beside him to rifle through. Other than containing his wallet, train pass, and convention ticket, the backpack was empty. For now. He planned to buy plenty of souvenirs for himself and possibly holiday gifts for others.

The convention itself was hosted in the bustling and famous Jump City: widely known for the team of heroes who protected it against supervillains and even common thieves. The Titans. Made of Cyborg, Raven, Starfire, and...he sighed. Robin. The best hero there ever was. The hero who rose from the shadows as Batman's sidekick to be the leader of his own team. The hero who didn't have powers but with acrobatic skill and advanced technology, could fight any supervillain. He was the best.

And Garfield was gonna meet him.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

Rumors said the hero would be there, but there was no word from the hero himself whether or not he'd show. Some suspected that the man would show up in full outfit just to see if anyone would recognize him amongst the other cosplayers. Other said he'd come as a civilian to gauge how the citizens felt towards him and his efforts to protect the city. Most said he wouldn't bother to show at all. Garfield didn't like that possibility, but knew it was true.

Why would Robin attend an ordinary comic con? He was never seen in public except to fight crime or relax with his teammates. Still, he could always dream, couldn't he?

Clicking echoed and he popped the bud out of his ear. A woman in uniform punched holes in other passenger's tickets and steadily made her way towards him. Garfield pulled out his wallet and the train pass, waiting till she arrived, and gave her the paper. She paused to look him over with raised brows before taking the ticket. He averted his gaze, knowing exactly why she was surprised, and she punched a hole, stuck a paper in the seat in front of his own to indicate he had paid, and returned the pass.

As she opened the nearby door and left the train car, he looked up to check the glowing sign just as a speaker announced. "The next station is… Jump Central Terminal."

He gathered his things and glanced out the window just as they entered a tunnel. He stood, shouldering the backpack and pulling out his phone from the coat pocket, and headed for the automatic doors. On the way, he ignored the several odd looks from passengers as they too checked the glowing sign only to see him. Okay sure, green skin and green hair was uncommon for civilians, but they didn't have to stare for so long!

The doors squeaked open and he hopped onto platform, heat blasting his face and making him sweat beneath the heavy fabric. Like a fish joining the pod, he became another face in the crowd of Jump City travellers. He followed the other passengers up a set of steps and into the grand terminal where the ceiling was painted with constellations and the walls were separated by archways and spiraling stairs that led to the second floor for the hottest technology center, as well as to the lower floor for a variety of restaurants and food stands.

A whirlwind of activity and smells bombarded his senses. From perfume to cologne and faint traces of food, to the constantly fluctuating crowd of people arriving or departing the terminal. He exhaled and hurried to put his back to a less crowded wall and search for the GPS on his phone. Though the comic con was in Jump City, the city itself was large and jam packed with people, places, and travelling options.

The application opened beneath his fingertips and he tapped in the address. Data took a moment to load before giving him directions and possible routes to the location. He glanced over the options before deciding on the simplest route and closed the app.

Muttering, "first Jumpington Street, then 41st avenue," he glanced around for signs and spotted an arching wall across from the help center. Above the giant standing clock and in bold letters read Jumpington Street. A quick glance at the clock confirmed he had plenty of time before the convention would begin.

Garfield split from the wall and wove through the crowd, occasionally bumping into people and apologizing quickly before hurrying through the large albeit cramped area and fleeing to the winter air.

Outside, a cacophony of smoke, voices, and construction noises raked his poor ears. Wishing his hearing wasn't so sensitive and adjusting the bud in one ear, he searched the street signs. People swarmed past him and he couldn't find a spot out of the way to properly look. Fortunately, he caught sight of the wrong sign and hurried in the opposite direction.

Double-checking his phone to ensure he was on the right path, he pocketed it and darted about the crowd. Tight sidewalks, honking cars, and impatient pedestrians were a bad mix but he survived the short walk to the convention center.

Finally.

He craned his neck upwards. Staris led to a large archway. A banner depicted the words Jump City Comic Convention. He couldn't resist smiling as he bounced up the steps and pushed open the glass door. There, his eyes widened.

Past a barrier and a line of people waiting to enter, cosplayers of all kinds bustled to and fro in the large room. Men and women alike dressed up as celebrities of all kinds: from the Titans to the Justice League to super-villains such as Slade or the Joker. People dressed in standard dark blue uniforms designated them as employees. Garfield hurried to join the line and grinned when it was his turn.

At the convention, no one batted an eye as his skin color, clearly assuming it was part of a costume. For once, he felt like a normal not-skin-diseased human as his turn at the front of the line came and the woman in uniform just smiled at him. He showed the employee his convention ticket and she handed him a lanyard with a badge to wear. The badge confirmed he had paid and was free to roam the room. Without one, employees would assume he had snuck in unfairly.

Now though! Now he was free to mingle until the convention officially started. Once it did, both craft tables and a panel of speakers would open for engagement. He could run from table to table and gather limited edition or early bird merchandise as well as poke in on the panel and have the chance to ask the speakers questions about their creations. From comics to animated TV shows to even video games there was so much to see and do!

But he biggest hope was the chance to meet the Robin.

If he was lucky, maybe Robin would even be one of the panel speakers! One of the Titans were definitely confirmed to be attending the panel, but no magazines were able to leak which Titan.

Still, he tried not to run around the room and risk tripping people. It was hard enough to contain his excitement as it was! He couldn't risk being expelled from the convention before it even started!

And so he mingled. He scored pictures with cosplayers and chatted up a storm with fellow fans. It was incredible and great and he was hurrying to another Robin cosplayer just as his phone vibrated in his back pocket and he looked down just as he crashed into someone. He toppled to the tiled floor.

"Dude!" Garfield whined from his spot on the ground. "Watch where–dude!" His irritation derailed as he examined the stranger. "Great costume!"

He hopped to his feet, irritation forgotten, and flung out a hand. "That Robin cosplay is spot-on! Almost as hot as the real Robin." He giggled at the baffled stranger and retracted the offered hand. "Sorry, sorry. But you gotta be a hardcore fan too, right? I mean why else would your costume look so cool?"

"Uh, thanks?" The bemused expression blended into amused as the Robin-lookalike collected himself. "He's hot, huh?"

"Uh, yeah!" Garfield snorted. "Who doesn't wanna date him? I mean–" He flushed. "Uh, that's not what you asked but, um." He squirmed. "Oh c'mon, you're dressed as the guy! You gotta think he's insanely hot too, right?"

"He's definitely cool." The cosplayer agreed and Garfield almost felt he was missing something as the other smirked. "Bet he works out a lot to have all that muscle."

Garfield tried not to drool. "Yeah. Can you imagine him in workout clothes? Urghh…" He blushed and reigned himself in. "I sound like such a creep! But, I mean, I'll never meet the guy so what's the harm?"

The Robin lookalike tilted his head. "What's your name?"

HIs blush deepened. "Garfield…"

"Like the cat?" The others lips twitched.

He groaned. "Why does everyone say that!"

The Robin-lookalike laughed and his ears burned. "Hey, it's a cute name."

He grumbled despite the rush of warmth. "And what's you're name?"

"Just call me Robin." The other snickered. Garfield had the feeling he was still missing something.

"Hardy har har." He rolled his eyes and rolled with it. "Okay, Mister Robin, can I get a photo with you? That costume is too cool."

Robin-lookalike grinned. "Only if I get a photo with you too."

"Oh!" He fumbled for his phone and felt embarrassment rush over him. "But I'm not dressed as anyone? I'm actually naturally green…"

"So?" The other whipped out his own phone. "Maybe I just want a photo too."

The heat on his face deepened. "If you say so…"

Robin-lookalike wrapped a hand around his shoulders and pulled him close. He bit his lip and tried for a shy smile as the taller man took their picture. Then, he offered to take Garfield's phone and take a picture as well. Since he had the longer arms of the two, Garfield shrugged and agreed. He was shorter than average and would've struggled to get both of them in the picture at a good angle. Sometimes he hated his height. But at least the Robin-lookalike didn't seem to mind. Now if the other could just return his phone, that'd be great.

He rose to his tiptoes. "Lemme see!"

The other returned his phone with a cheeky twist of the lips. "You're so cute."

He huffed and tried not to redden. "Rude." He reddened anyway.

Robin-lookalike checked his own phone. "It's about time for the panel speakers to start. See you around?"

"Oh, um." He bit his lip. "It was nice meeting you. And yeah! That'd be cool."

The other seemed to hesitate. "Would you like to trade…ah, nah. Nevermind." Robin-lookalike waved farewell. "See you!"

As Robin-lookalike left, Garfield stood alone in the midst of a pulsing crowd and wondered: had he missed something?

No matter, the convention was about to start! He merged with the cosplayers and convention attendees and wiggled his way into another large room: the one dedicated to the panel speakers who would sit atop a stage. Though he only intended to linger just long enough to see who the speakers were and then head for the comic tables and video game booths, he had to stop short.

The Robin-lookalike from before sat in one of the seats on that stage and behind the table.

Someone stood at a podium by the panel table and the sitting panel speakers, jabbering words but nothing made sense. He blinked. No way. No, that just had to be a cosplayer or–or one of the speakers dressed up like Robin! Or maybe it was a totally different guy from the guy from before! Or–or maybe–that. That Robin-lookalike couldn't have actually been the…

"…one and only Robin from the Titans, here to ensure we all have a safe time. Give a great big welcome to our panel speakers, folks!"

His jaw worked soundlessly. Time blurred as the individual speakers gave a brief spiel about themselves and their individual projects. The podium speaker then segued to sneak peeks and bloopers from the panel speakers creations. And still, he stared despite people bumping into him.

The panel continued until they finally opened the floor to questions from the audience. Garfield was half-tempted to fight for the microphone and ask if the Robin on the stage was the same one who he had not only taken a picture with him, but the same one he told was insanely hot. He wanted the ground to crack open and swallow him hole. Or die of mortification. Or–or something–anything to happen and shake him from his shame.

He really shouldn't have wished so hard.

Clothing rustled as someone shuffled behind him. His ears perked as the person behind him inhaled only to also have the voice projected by the speakers. When had the microphone been passed behind him? Had he missed his chance to ask? Or would he really die of embarrassment if he did ask? Urghh.

"Robin." A stone cold monotone made the Titan on stage become rigid and Garfield wondered why as he turned around to examine the speaker.

Wow. That was an impressive Slade costume! He made a note to congratulate the tall and admittedly imposing cosplayer after the man finished speaking. The visible eye from the stranger's mask flicked down to him and he offered an friendly smile.

The smile dropped when the stranger wrapped an arm around his torso and dragged him into a tight hug. What? His arms wiggled between the other's stomach and his chest as he tried to push back. Cold metal pressed against his cheek as the hold tightened and forced his face against the bottom of the other's chest. What the hell?

"H-hey!" He struggled. "What's your deal? Let me go!"

The man ignored him as his voice reverberated in the microphone. "Robin, so kind of you to show. I must say, it's a disappointment there are so few imitators of mine." The stranger clicked his tongue. "Let's change that, shall we?"

Screams rippled through the crowd as something shattered. Garfield squirmed as the man back-stepped and dragged him along.

"Slade." The formerly smooth voice spat venom, now much closer than from on the stage. "Let the civilians go."

His heart stopped. Slade? As in, the actual super-villain Slade? He stilled.

"I could, true." Speakers screeched as the microphone dropped and Garfield whined, ears ringing. "But where's the fun in that? Come get your boy toy, Robin."

With that, something clicked and released before his weight lifted off the ground and he yelped. The man, no, the super-villain launched into the air with him in tow. They swung across the large room by a thick cord and above the crowd and he had half a moment to cling to the criminal in a panic before they landed at the front doors of the convention. When his feet touched the tiled floor, the hold loosened just enough for him to throw himself out of the hold and to the ground. He scrambled to his knees.

Chaos. People screamed and ran as robots–Sladebots?– hounded the crowd and herded them into different rooms. Sometimes the robots would fire lasers at the floor to keep any stray person from escaping. He swallowed as a child tumbled free of the crowd and into the line of sight of a robot. The mother yelled in fear, clearly fighting the group, as the drone lumbered to the child with a laser gun aimed.

Garfield didn't think. He lunged for the kid, just barely avoiding Slade's own reach, and threw himself over the shaking child. Heat seared next to his foot, barely missing, and he scrambled to shove the child back and to their mother.

Metal fingers curled around the back of his neck and he flailed as the robot lifted him up only to hand him back into the super-villain's arms.

"Brave but foolish." The criminal murmured as he tossed him over a shoulder. "Perhaps you could prove to be more than just bait."

Garfield gasped as the shoulder dug into his stomach and air expelled from his lungs. He grappled for purchase as the man hauled him out of the building and down the street. He didn't dare struggle. Not at the speed they were going. If the villain chose to drop him it'd be the same as falling out of a speeding car: neck-breaking and fatal.

Buildings blurred past and he whimpered. Where was the man taking him? Why him? Where was the Titans? Where was Robin? He swallowed against the lump in his throat.

They entered a tunnel and blackness covered them. It felt like descended, as if climbing down a ladder, and he instinctively tried to tighten his hold as fear shot up his spine. The rancid smell of sewage overwhelmed his sense and Garfield hazarded a guess. Were they in the sewers? Where were they?

Slade effortlessly maneuvered through the dark. When they finally emerged into a room with dim lighting, he realized it was a room filled with nothing but gears and moving pipes. Like a factory or a industrial warehouse. He shifted uncomfortably, stomach aching, and pushed against the man's back to angle himself just enough to properly look around.

Definitely like a factory or a boiler room. Below them was rows and rows of crisscrossing metal stairs and railings. How high were they? Weren't they underground? Above them were massive machines and the deeper the man walked, the hotter and brighter the room became. Like a furnace. He sucked in air as he sweated and still the man walked, feet clanging against the metal flooring.

Garfield stayed quiet as something whirred and the man crossed a doorway. Garfield blinked as a door shut in front of his face and cut off the overwhelming heat. Once again, he squirmed to look but the man paid him no mind. A white room filled with cabinets and a elevated bed. Hospital room? A metallic hallway filled with doors. Left turn, another hallway. Right turn into a door and another room but filled with gym equipment. Another doorway, another hallway. It was dizzying how many rooms there were.

How big was this place?

After several more confusing turns and a staircase into a gigantic room later, Garfield found himself unceremoniously dumped into a large metal cage amidst a sea of empty cages. He scrambled upright just as the villain clicked the lock and crouched. The visible eye flicked up then down, examining him.

"…not bad on the eyes." The masked man muttered. "Could be kept for visual appeal. Been awhile since someone warmed my bed."

Garfield may have been horribly confused, but he understood what that meant. He backpedaled and squeaked. "Don't touch me."

The lone eye curved upwards. "Cute. But you will not disobey me." The criminal stood. "I will return soon. Stay."

With that, Slade left him.

Alone.

He whimpered and curled into a ball. He hated being alone. The isolation felt excruciating. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours or days and he almost longed for someone's company, even the man who kidnapped him, if just to talk to someone.

So when Slade finally, mercifully, returned, he was all to eager to sit in the cage and listen to the other talk even if it was just to hear the man gloat and monologue about his latest plan. Hearing someone's voice other than his own was comforting. Reminded him he wasn't alone even if he didn't speak a word in the one-sided conversation.

It wasn't until his kidnapper unlocked the cage did he remember the man was just that: his kidnapper. "What are you…?"

"I said," Slade narrowed his eye, "it is time you saw your room."

"Room…?" he yelped as the man grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him out of the cage.

Once more, the man tossed him over a shoulder like a sack of stolen goods and carried him back down the stairwell and through the dizzying mix of hallways and rooms. Only when they entered a oddly regal room was he released. He stumbled on his own feet.

The first thing he noticed was the massive bed in the center of the room with deep red covers and a mahogany headboard with an outlined leaf pattern in the middle. The second thing he noticed were the hands on his hips and the lips latching onto his bare neck. He gasped and struggled in earnest but Slade muscled him forwards. Slade shoved him to the mattress and he had just enough time to realize the man's mask was gone before the surprisingly handsome face attacked his throat with kisses and nips.

He choked on protests as a flash of realization shot down his spine. He had seen the criminal's face. High cheekbones. Two gray eyes. Blond and well combed hair parted in the middle to frame a sharp but youngish face. Shit. No one had ever seen the man's face. Or at least, none who had survived.

Gloves crawled beneath his shirt to massage his sensitive stomach skin and he shoved open palms against the man's shoulders, pushing. "Let me go! Stop!" He squeaked as the teeth now on his collarbone bit hard enough to bruise. A warning bite.

Garfield didn't listen. He was a dead man anyway. "Please, don't do this!" He tried to work his knee between them to kick the other but the man only pinched his nipple and he jolted with a yelp. Slade readjusted the hold on him, forcing his arms up and bunching his shirt around his wrists. Pleas flowed out of Garfield's mouth as the man lifted up just enough to unfasten the belt around his waist and tie Garfield's wrists to the headboard. Specifically to the outlined leaf pattern which now, he realized, made a perfect makeshift post to loop the belt through and out and keep him so, so bound.

"Please," he tried again and kept his mouth running. "I'm terrible at–" he couldn't bring himself to say it. "–this! You should find someone who can give you a good time! Someone willing, maybe!"

"Cute." The cold eyes seemed to pin him in place more than the belt. "But I have decided. You will keep my bed warm at night. During day you will decorate my office and bring me coffee. You have no other use than to serve me." Lips dominated his own, muffling his protest. "Understand?"

Hot tears pricked the corner of his eyes. When the man pulled away just enough to pierce him with another icy stare, he forced himself to nod.

"Good little pet." Teeth nipped their way to the waistband of his pants. "As your reward, I will treat you well. You will enjoy tonight."

He didn't agree.

~oOo~

Notes: Got a second part to this story but, well, figured I'd post part 1 before this got too long. And hey! Maybe someone will enjoy reading it. Who knows?

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