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: Stockholm Syndrome, mild violence, and brief mentions of non-con.

Daydreams and Nightmares Part 2

When morning rolled around, he woke to find the bed empty save for a note atop the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Mindful of his aching body and bruises, he crawled across the sticky covers and grasped the note.

Garfield. You are to shower and change into the clothing waiting in the bathroom. I expect you to be dressed when I return.

He swallowed as he read and re-read the note. How did Slade know his name? He never asked for it and Garfield never gave it. So how?

Chalking it up to creepy villainy things, he forced himself off the bed and to an unfamiliar and ajar wooden door. Staggering inside proved it to be a luxurious bathroom complete with a large bathtub and a separate shower stall. He had half a mind to use all the epsom salt and essential oils he could see to make for a muscle-easing bath but decided against it. No need to anger the super-villain.

He spotted dark blue fabric sitting atop the wide marble counter of the sink. After quickly showering with the rose scented soap and shampoo, what was he, a girl? He toweled off and grabbed the fabric.

The deep blue shirt unfolded beneath his hands to reveal it was not in fact a shirt…

…but a short, deep blue dress.

Garfield swallowed and checked for any underwear and, sure enough, there was a pair of dark blue feminine panties. How embarrassing. He wanted to be angry but the fear of displeasing the intimidating super-villain had him unzipping the back and putting it on. He slipped on the panties as well if only to have some sort of protection from feeling so vulnerable and exposed after Slade had…had raped him.

So he dressed and stepped out of the bathroom. Hopefully the Titans would rescue him. He just had to wait. Hopefully Robin would find him and save the day and he'd be free to go home. His stomach churned. Home. Would he ever go home? He still had classes to attend and he was so close to graduating but now…? Even if he were rescued, would he be able to catch up? The Titans wouldn't take that long, right? Robin would save him and….and he'd go home and everything would return to normal. Right? Right.

Just as he exited, the other set of doors opened and in entered Slade himself. Dressed in a suit. No mask at all. Garfield swallowed as the steel pair of eyes scanned him before landing on his face with clear disapproval.

"You did not comb your hair."

He stiffened. One hand instinctively touched his damp hair as fear quickened his heart-rate. "I…"

Slade prowled forwards and pulled a comb from his back pants pocket. In short order, the taller man brushed the comb through Garfield's hair and nodded to himself.

"There. Now you are presentable." The man spun on his heel. "Follow."

He didn't dare speak as he obeyed. The man led him through the confusing building until they arrived in what looked to be an office. Bookshelves and cabinets alike lined the walls and a giant desk piled high with papers sat in the middle of the room. Slade pointed to his desk and Garfield took a moment to realize there was a rectangular floor cushion on the floor. It was admittedly the only bright spot in the room since the cushion was covered in rose patterned fabric.

It took another moment for him to realize Slade was staring at him pointedly. "Oh." He said dumbly. "Okay."

He sat himself clumsily atop the cushion. Only when he felt the heat of a stare and the cold air on his exposed thighs did he blush and fold his legs to the side in an attempt for modesty.

Slade clicked his tongue, seemingly disappointed, but sat in the large office chair beside the cushion. With the new angle, Garfield watched as the man pushed aside stacks of paper to reveal a large black laptop. His eyes widened. Whoa.

The laptop was one of Grant Wilson's limited edition computers. The pioneer in developing new technology. How did Slade get his hands on one of the rarest laptops in existence?

Oh right. Slade was a criminal known for stealing important things. He probably just stole the laptop too. The sound of clicking keyboard filled the air and he sighed. He could do nothing but sit there while the man did whatever on his computer.

He curled up and settled in for an uneasy nap.

"Pet." The monotone and a rough movement against the cushions pulled him into groggy awareness. "Pet, fetch me coffee."

Garfield blinked, disoriented, and rasped. "Coffee?"

"Yes. It is in the kitchen next door."

He must've taken a second to long because another kick to the cushions prompted him to crawl off the pillow on all fours. The dress rode up his thigh and only when he heard the wolf whistle did he gather his senses and stumble upright. He flattened the skirt of the dress against his rear and hurried to the door.

Once in the hallway, he half-debated making a run for it. He'd have a head start…but the man was Slade. A criminal able to take on superheroes. It'd be foolish to run, especially in the labyrinth of a building. Sighing, he shuffled to the room next door and entered. He was lucky enough to find the kitchen and rifled through the cabinets for a coffee mug before he fidgeted with the coffee machine.

Once the coffee was done and delivered, he settled atop the floor cushion and would've curled back up had a warm, broad fingers not combed through his hair. He stilled.

"Good boy."

The praise sent heat to his cheeks and the affectionate action made it hard to resist leaning into the pet. He was a social person and the only contact he had in forever was just one person. But that person was a criminal. He sighed and pulled away from the pet to sink into the downy rose patterns.

Time blurred. Boring after boring sex-filled night passed and the longer he stayed within the window-less prison, the more he craved Slade's praise and affection. Where were the Titans? Where was Robin? Why hadn't they found him yet? It was becoming excruciating to be so lonely with only a criminal mastermind for company.

Even worse, he was starting to care about the man. If something happened to Slade, what would happen to him? Wake, shower, play servant, rape, and wake back up to do it all again had become routine. It wasn't until Slade woke him up one day dressed in his criminal uniform did the routine change.

"Dress and follow."

Garfield gasped as gloved hands hauled him off the bed and shoved him into the bathroom with another dress to wear. Apparently he didn't have time to wash the slick off his body. Still, he cleaned himself as best he could and changed into a midnight dress speckled with white spots like stars. Panties accompanied the short dress. Of course.

The moment he stepped back out, Slade hefted him up into his arms, bridal-style. He blushed and didn't know what to do with his arms. Did he hold on by wrapping them around his kidnapper's neck? Did he keep his hands in his lap. What…?

Slade decided for him. "Hold on."

He nodded and looped his arms around Slade's broad neck and clasped his hands together. The man adjusted the hold to keep him aloft with one arm instead of two.

And then Slade sprinted.

Garfield ducked his face into the crook of the criminal's shoulder. The wind whipped around them and against his exposed skin. He shivered and huddled closer to the cold metal armor, as if that could retain heat.

Several turns later, darkness flooded his vision before heat flooded over him. He sighed, welcoming the blazing temperature for a hot second before the heat seemed to burn. He tried to stifle a whimper but the heat was dizzying and he hadn't drank water since the previous afternoon. The noise escaped and the hold wrapped around his waist and knees tightened.

Vaguely, he recognized the factory like area. Gears churned overhead among thick moving pipes. Slade ran along the metal flooring, footsteps clanging, when a familiar voice yelled.

"Slade, stop!"

Robin.

Hope soared. Garfield wriggled to try and look but Slade shifted and the metal surroundings blurred and the hold shifted fast until suddenly he found himself danglingly dangerously over the metal railing by a wrist in Slade's fist. He squeaked and looked at his kidnapper's visible eye but the man wasn't looking at him. He only had eyes for Robin. And the rest of the Titans.

Garfield swallowed back the odd sense of betrayal. He knew Slade fully intended to kill him. He knew that. But after spending so long in the man's company…he had foolishly lulled himself into a false sense of security. The man had murmured sweet nothings during intimate times more than once, after all.

He was so stupid.

The Titans halted. Raven hovered in the air, hood down and dark. Starfire floated beside her with fists glowing neon green. Cyborg stopped in a fighting stance on the metal floor while Robin balanced himself atop the metal railing.

Slade straightened. "Titans." The monotone gave nothing away. No fear. No regret. No hesitation. "I must say I am impressed you found me. It's unfortunate to destroy all this hard work. Can't have you finding anything, can we?"

Robin snarled. "What?"

Garfield still dangled in the air and his arm was starting to ache. He couldn't stop a high-pitched whine as the heat seemed to increase around them. Suffocating him.

"You have one minute to escape. Some of the bombs have already detonated, after all. Farewell, Titans."

With that, the man lifted him by the wrist and muttered just loud enough for him to hear, "I will see you soon, pet."

Slade flung him aside. Garfield screamed as he toppled through the furnace-like air, flailing and sucking in desperate air as the momentum shifted and suddenly he wasn't flying upwards by falling downwards and fast. He screwed his eyes shut. This was it. This was the end.

"Azarth metrion zinthos!"

Silence filled his sense. He opened his eyes to see nothing but black enveloping him. He sucked in air and yelped as he seemed to sink through the inky darkness and dropped to a floor. Or specifically, a rug.

He blinked and scrambled to his knees in front of a gray couch just as a dark blue cloak flapped in the corner of his vision and he was left.

Alone.

Again.

This time Garfield pulled himself to his feet and looked around. Gigantic windows towered in front of the couch and he wandered to the glass to take in the scene. What had to be Jump City sprawled before him. Relief crashed like the waves on the beach below the building he was in. This…this had to be Titans Tower.

He was finally free.

A dopey smile worked its way across his face as he took in what had to be the common room of the Tower. Given the u-shaped couch and coffee table, the little kitchenette, and the pair of metal doors farther up, it certainly looked like a common room. Or a living room blended with a kitchen? He didn't know.

But he did know he had to wait for the Titans. He had to tell them everything he knew. The sooner he told them, the sooner they'd catch Slade and he could go back to his normal life.

He hesitated in front of the couch. Should he really sit on the Titans furniture? Especially when he…he blushed and glanced down. Especially when he wore a skimpy little dress and still had some stickiness leftover on his stomach. He didn't have a chance to shower earlier, after all.

Choosing the floor as his safest bet, he folded his legs to the side, skin rubbing against the dark gray rug, and leaned against the leg part of the couch. He leaned his head back to the cushions and stared at the ceiling.

Slade had intended to kill him, hadn't he? But then why were his last words…? He shuddered. Maybe…maybe he wasn't safe. Maybe Slade would come after him? Gods, he hoped not.

It was a long wait.

By the time the Titans had finally entered the common room, he was practically sick with worry as he stood from the rug. Were they okay? What took them so long? Were they hurt? Was Robin hurt?

His worry was for nothing, though, as they were fine. They gathered around the couch and in turn around him. Other than the occasionally smudge of grease or bruise, they were in one piece. Slade had gotten away, apparently. Robin seemed to radiate anger that had him shrinking in on himself until Starfire tapped her leader on the shoulder and the Titan reigned in his emotions.

"Are you okay?" The man hedged.

Garfield offered a wide-eyed stare but nodded with a raspy. "I am. Thanks to you all."

Cyborg approached and he craned his neck to stare at the half-metal, half-human. The mechanical man offered a glass of water and he accepted it, greedily drinking the cup and clearing his throat. He was unaware of the gazes on him until he finished and became acutely aware that he was wearing a short, somewhat sticky dress in a room with attractive men and women. A dress that clearly showed bite marks. He swallowed.

"I hate to ask…" He hugged himself and tucked the glass close. "Could I borrow a shower? And maybe some clothes?"

The anger in Robin's expression ebbed as it softened with what looked to be concern. "Of course. You've been through a lot, haven't you?"

He nodded as the leader led him out of the room. The Titans watched them go. They walked until they came to a red color-schemed room covered in newspapers and a desk piled high with paper. Connected to the room was what had to be the bathroom.

Garfield was right. Robin rifled through his closet and turned to him with what appeared to be a uniform. A familiar uniform. He blinked at the traffic light color scheme. Did the man not own civilian clothing?

He shrugged. "Better than this dress. Thank you."

He accepted the clothing and entered the bathroom. A quick shower later had him dressed in loose green pants that would've been skin tight if he was taller or broader with muscle. The red shirt hung loosely around his torso. Just how small was in comparison to others? Sure, Slade dwarfed him with ease when he pinned him to the bed and–

He sucked in air. Don't think about it. He shut his eyes. Red covers and rose patterned cushions. Steel gray eyes and powerful kisses. He groaned. Don't. He's gone. Shoving memories to the side, he stepped out of the bathroom to find Robin waiting at the desk with a focused expression as he typed on a laptop. A Grant Wilson limited edition laptop. His throat closed. The action looked so familiar it hurt.

But Robin wasn't Slade.

Robin wouldn't hurt him.

He cleared his throat and the Titan looked up. Then down. Lips twitched into a smile and he blushed as Robin spoke. "Will those do?"

"Y-yeah." He squeaked and grasped the waistband of the pants. "They're a little bit big and I need a belt but they're okay."

Robin offered a smile. "That's good. Starfire's out getting you some normal clothing. Are you hungry? We can talk over dinner."

His cheeks rosied with embarrassment. Though the man meant it platonically, all he could think about was a candle lit dinner with a chiseled face and a crooked nose before Slade would lean in and…

He bit his lip. Don't think about it!

How messed up was he?

Robin seemed to sense his inner turmoil and stood. A light touch to his shoulder brought him out of his reverie and the Titan led him out of the room and back to the common room. Behind the counter and in the kitchenette, the hulking form of Cyborg cooked up a meal.

He inhaled and grimaced. Robin looked to him, confused and he averted his eyes, shy. "I don't eat meat."

"Then I'll make you a salad." The man offered.

Swiftly, the masked man guided him to a stool in front of the counter and swept into the kitchen. Garfield sat beside the other counter occupant with a book in hand. He shifted nervously beside the empath.

"Hello…" he offered a meek smile.

She glanced at him but didn't offer a greeting. Or maybe that was her greeting. He didn't know. But he took the hint and stayed silent. Slade didn't like it when I talked too much either…

He shook his head. They weren't anything like Slade. They were superheroes! And they saved him! He should take what he could get. Still, he sighed and shifted his focus from the countertop to the book Raven held. He hesitated a beat before glancing at the two men bustling in the kitchen.

They worked like a well oiled machine. Though the two didn't talk, they didn't need to. They were that in sync.

But the silence was killing him. He'd gotten better at babbling needlessly but his nerves were kicking in and talking too much was a bad habit. Instead, he twisted in the stool and tried to spin out the extra energy. He kicked his legs as he spun and bit his lip.

"Can you stop?" The gravelly voice of the empath interrupted.

Promptly, he stilled. "Sorry," he squeaked and dropped his gaze to the countertop. He folded his hands atop his lap.

Raven sighed beside him. "No, I shouldn't have snapped."

He looked up to see her rubbing her temples. He winced. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize." Her monotone was even but he still shrank down as if she had scolded him. "Ugh, sorry. Let's just…start over. My name is Raven."

She didn't offer a hand to shake so he followed her lead. Quietly, he kept his hands to himself and admitted. "I'm Garfield." He felt the weight of several stares and added. "Garfield Logan."

Cyborg cracked a laugh. "Like the cat?"

He blushed. Normally he would've whined a complaint but he didn't dare. They might…hands on his hips. Bruising kisses…

He shuddered.

~oOo~

Notes: Okay, so it's a rushed hack job but I tried. (sorta)

Anyway, so I up and made a BBSlade Discord Channel! Can't link it on FFNet but I stuck the link on my Archive of Our Own Profile. So if ya google search Sapphire Sterre AO3 then I outta pop up. It's an empty channel as of now but that's alright.