Iffy consent.
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Obsessive hate and obsessive love are so closely related that they overlap more often than not.
But then…Starfire. Those feelings are clear. Simple love. The forever kind. The lie-under-the-stars-and-cuddle kind. The kind he used to think was all that existed between lovers.
With Slade, it's hard and fast and brutal and the kind of thing you can't forget, not ever.
And Robin falls asleep thinking of all the different ways he'd like to kill Slade, but when he dreams, he's dreaming of painful kisses and strange nights spent away from the tower.
Slade's thumb brushing his swollen mouth, Slade's gaze locking with his, Slade who he hates more than anything and needs more than everything.
Lying under the night sky, gripping his hand, Starfire promises "I will never let you go," and she means it.
Lying on top of Robin, gripping his wrists, Slade promises "I will never let you go," and he means it too.
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"My feeling must be of the species they call passion…one thing I know for sure: without you it's the end of me, and with you it's also the end. I also know that I could hate you a good deal more than I could love you."
-- Andrei Versilov to Katerina Akhmakov from Dostoevsky's novel, The Adolescent