Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I really am lovelings, this is going to be my best chapter yet…I think. Don't get the wrong idea, I love batman, he's awesome, but no one can compete with Slade.

Bruce was fuming now; Slade Wilson was kissing his Richard, HIS Robin. Slade smirked at him as he brought his hand down to cup Robins' ass. He, Bruce Wayne, was being taunted like he was in grade school and his archenemy got his girl.

He was boiling with rage when Slade whispered something in Robin's ear before smiling seductively at the teen. Clenching his fists, he watched as the two left the dance floor and walked out of the room, heading deeper into the estate. Silently he slipped from the room and followed them.

Slade smirked as his plan fell into place. Bruce was jealous, following them, and Robin was more than keen to please his Master. They slipped into an unoccupied room and Slade pinned Robin to the wall, biting the teen's neck roughly.

Robin moaned and caught sight of Bruce in the doorway. He wrapped his legs around Slade's waist, pulling the white haired man closer, to add friction to his suddenly urgent erection and to piss off his old teacher. His breath hitched when Slade lifted him up by his inner thighs, causing their arousals to meet.

"It's not polite to stare," Slade smirked and turned towards the man in doorway, Robin still firmly in his grasp. He turned his hips slightly and pressed the knife he had hidden into Robin's hand and the teen freed it, making it look like he was cupping Slade's crotch.

"I don't appreciate people having sex in my house," Bruce growled as if it would have any weight on the two currently occupied in the room. He took a step forward when a flash caught his eye, his eyes landed on what was in Robin's hand, a long, thick, blade. 'He must have pulled it from Slade's pants,' he thought and started to walk backwards towards the door when Slade and Robin suddenly separated.

Robin used Slade's hard body to kick off of, flipping over Bruce and slamming the door shut with his body weight before landing on his feet gracefully. Ripping his tux off, he revealed his Kevlar with Slade's insignia along with his metal armor. He pulled his mask out of his pocket and put it on.

Bruce's eyes widened when he saw Robin's outfit, he spun around just as Slade finished clipping on his mask. "Slade!" He growled, truly surprised by the man and the boy he had raised.

"You must have figured it out at some point…batman," Slade chuckled evilly and took a step towards Bruce who tried to back up only to feel the cool press of a blade against his back.

"How?" Bruce gasped at Slade's words. He had kept his identity a secret for years, no one had ever found out…until know.

"I have my ways," Slade said, his voice held his smirk along with his one grey eye. "Now as for the reason we're here…" That was as far as Slade got before Bruce attacked him.

No one could match him in hand-to-hand combat Bruce no Batman was the best. He was completely surprised when Slade effortlessly blocked his attack. Quickly recovering from the surprise he attacked again, going in low only to have Slade parry with a smirk and slam what felt like solid steel into his chin sending him flying across the room.

Slade was slightly intrigued by Bruce's quick recovery from the punch. Lightening quick, he slipped under Bruce's swing, under the man's guard and punched him in the stomach before slipping back and swing his body and bringing his leg down on the small of the man's back with incredible force.

As he fell to his knees, Bruce brought himself into a roll and regained his footing. He tried to punch Slade only to have his hand caught and his face have another intimate meeting with Slade's iron hard fist. Suddenly his legs were knocked out from under him and he fell, some how he managed to catch himself and stay on his feet.

"Not bad for a flying rodent," Slade laughed and fluidly evaded swing Bruce took at his head. His head swerved left and right as he stepped back, ever punch missing its target. Suddenly he let his upper body drop back so he was bent in a U-shape before kicking his legs up, his steel-toed boots smashing into Bruce's chin as he flipped to his feet.

Every swing Bruce made missed its target but every one Slade made hit and hit hard. Soon Bruce found himself almost unconscious with Slade standing over him. "Tsk tsk, you should have tried harder batman," was the last thing Bruce heard before everything went black.

xXx

Bruce woke to the sounds of fighting. Craning his neck towards the sound he saw Slade and Robin sparing with quarterstaffs. Robin managed to block nearly all of the attacks that had hit Bruce. Even though Robin had added in his capture, he still winced sympathetically when Slade's fist slammed into Robin, sending the teen flying hard into a wall.

"Practice is over, go tend to your wounds before your next assignment," Slade ordered and took Robin's staff, placing it on a rack covered in all assortments of weapons. He glanced over at Bruce and noticed the man was awake.

"Yes Master," Robin said, not noticing that Bruce was awake before obediently going off deep into the bowels of the compound to care to his wounds leaving Slade alone with Bruce.

Slade walked over to Bruce, hands clasped behind his back, a smirk behind his mask. "Jealous?" He asked, leaning close to the restrained man. "Jealous that I get to sink into his tight, young flesh? That I get to hear his sweet moans? 'Oh Slade, harder, please, don't stop," the masked man mocked with a breathy moan in Bruce's ear, enraging the man further. He walked around the table, hands still clasped behind his back. "Obedience itself. Anything I want, he'll do, always eager to please his Master."

"You're sick!" Bruce spat and fought against his restraints.

Slade laughed, his eye sparkling with insanity. "I have been told that. I have a question for you, how many times did you picture taking his innocent little body, bending it over the nearest object, and fucking it into oblivion, how many times did you see his sweet little mouth and imagine it over your cock? How many times did you imagine fucking him bloody? How many times did you imagine having this control over him, having it so that at a snap of the fingers he would do anything for you…" he smirked and snapped his fingers, within moments Robin entered the room eager to please his Master to the fullest, "even kill the man who had raised him?"

CLIFF HANGER!!! You have to love Slade; he is just too fucking cool!!! Did I keep everyone in character? I hope I did, I hate OOC Slade, I would probably bash my brains in with the nearest object if I did OOC.