Chapter Two

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Raven walked unto the dance floor, pressing her hands as tightly over her ears as she could, trying desperately to block out some of the ear-shattering noise. This attempt was in vain. She tried to turn around and walk out the door but Robin grabbed her arm, sending her a glare which she matched.

"You are not going anywhere," he shouted, barely being heard over the music. "You're going to stay here. You are going to dance and you are going to have fun," he said, putting extra emphis on several words.

"You wish," Raven said, not able to come up with a comeback that could be heard over the 'music' then continued glaring. She wrenched her arm out of his grip and walked away.

Robin sighed and walked do a back room. Part of the reason that he wanted Raven to come was because he wanted to pull her from the shell that she always hid in. He walked to the back of the warehouse and sat down on the steps, hanging his head and thinking about Raven: his dark angel.

"Hello Robin," said a silky smooth voice from the shadows. Upon hearing this voice Robin jumped up. "I didn't think that you'd ever come and visit. I'm flattered."

"Slade. Where are you? Come out and fight!" Robin yelled. All other thoughts about anything, including Raven, were driven from his mind and the pounding music coming from the dance became an annoying thud in the background. His entire attention was on Slade and Slade alone. And Slade knew this.

"I'm right here Robin. And I'm not hiding," Slade purred, coming out of the shadows. With an angry cry Robin rushed at Slade, intent on bringing him down once and for all. Aiming a spinning kick at the physcopath's head, Slade merely sidestepped the attack. "Come now Robin . . . is that the best you can do?" Slade asked mockingly, fueling Robin's anger.

Now it's common knowledge between superheroes and other fighters that anger only impairs your judgement when you're fighting. Slade knew this and was using it to his advantage. Robin also knew this but when fighting Slade, all lectures from the Bat and common sense were driven from his mind. Sooner or later, Robin's anger fueled attacks would stop and Robin would tire, and they both knew it. This was what Slade was waiting for and, unfortunately for Robin, it happened sooner.

In a sudden fury of strikes, Slade had the tiring boy wonder pinned up against the wall. Already exhausted, Robin only struggled weakly as Slade smirked beneath his mask.

"Now, now Robin, you should know by now that you cannot defeat me. Anger never wins your battles, Robin," Slade mocked, his face inches away from Robin's.

Slade was pinning Robin with his body weight and holding him still with his left hand which was currently wrapped around Robin's windpipe. Using his right hand, Slade, traced Robin jaw with his fingers. Robin shuddered and started struggling again, this time with a little more strength.

"You can't win Robin . . . and you know it," Slade continued, mocking Robin as he reached behind his back and silently pulled out a knife.

Robin growled at Slade's comment and looked around to see if he could find an escape route.

"Remember Robin . . . things aren't always what they seem," Slade said and hurriedly hit Robin's right temple with the handle of the knife. Robin let out a small groan and fell forward, unconscious, on Slade's shoulder. "Never take your eyes off your opponent Robin," Slade mocked and pulled a vial full of a deep purple liquid and syringe out of his utility belt.

Filling the syringe with the liquid, he quickly found a vein in Robin's arm and carefully stuck the needle in the vein. Slowly, he injected the contents into Robin's bloodstream.

As if in a trance, Robin slowly stood up. If his mask had been gone, you would have been able to see his black eyes flicking and blinking. But they held no emotion.

"Good . . . now let's see if you follow all of your orders," Slade said as he stood up, his arms clasped behind his back.

Robin silently turned around and walked back into the warehouse. Slade chuckled, he loved using this chemical. It was completely untraceable and once it wore off, the person who had been infected with it had no recollection about what they did while under its influence. Laughing, evilly, he walked back into the shadows to wait and see how his plan worked.

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Raven was having a blast. Contrary to popular belief, she loved going to these and dancing to music when it was at it's blasting, wherever it was. Even if the others hadn't made her go, she would have still come, only using her other identity of Rebecca Rothen.

She would never let it out that she enjoyed these parties so she pretended to hate them and not want to go. If Beast Boy got hold of that information, he would have enough blackmail to use against her for the rest of her life...or his, but he wouldn't live very long.

She saw Robin and stopped dancing. He was staring at her, but he wasn't wearing the smirk that she thought he would be wearing if he saw her dancing. He started walking up to her. She nervously shifted from foot to foot waiting for his gloating to start.

"Raven," Robin started, "we need to talk now."

"About what?" she asked testily, surprised that he hadn't said anything about her dancing.

"Just follow me. You can't hear yourself think here," he said and started walking toward the back door. Raven, still confused, followed Robin outside stepping slowly and carefully. Something wasn't right. She could feel it. And something bad was going to happen.

When she stepped outside, Robin was nowhere to be seen. "Robin," she called, worried. Suddenly, he came up behind her and clapped his hand over her mouth. He held her arms at her sides as she struggled. "What are you doing?" she tried to ask but all that could be heard was an untranslatable mumble.

"You try and fight and I swear, I will kill you," Robin whispered menacingly. Raven stopped struggling for two reasons: one; the tone of Robin's voice really scared her and two; Robin never ever joked about death. She didn't even try to use her powers because he knew how to stop her from using them, they were screwed up now anyway and she was afraid she may hurt him. "I'm going to take my hand away and if you try to scream I'll kill you," he threatened and when Raven nodded he slid his hand away from her mouth.

"Robin, what's gotten into you?" Raven asked, her voice quivering. But she was cut off when Robin dragged her into a dark alleyway. He pinned her up against the wall and smashed his mouth into her lips so hard she knew she would have bruises in the morning.

His hands started roaming wildly and she suddenly became aware of her impeding fate and she was terrified. No one had ever touched her like this. She had never let anyone get this close to her. Hell, she hardly opened up to anyone but Robin, and now he was doing this to her.

Robin pushed her to the ground and began to do exactly what Slade wanted. The only sounds that came from the alleyway were moans of pleasure coming from Robin and Raven's muffled cries of pain and sobs as Robin completed his dastardly deed.

There you go. Hope you liked it. I know it's short and I haven't updated in a while but I'm typing the next chapter now. Remember R&R.

Nikki