My little dove, I took a bunch of pictures yesterday and I want to share them with you but I can't unless I have your e-mail, please give it to me so I can show you. The rest of you (lovelings) will not get to see them because I'm an evil bastard sometimes, but you will get to see a few if you check out my myspace profile, look me up via e-mail on it, my e-mail is Alexander.Hunter at yahoo. Com. I might have changed Slade's mask a bit, I don't know.

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"Robin select a weapon," Slade ordered and gestured to a table covered in blades of ever size, ranging from wire thin knives to ones as long as a long sword to bladed quarterstaffs.

"Yes Master," Robin nodded and approached the table. He scrutinized ever blade before selecting one the length of his forearm, it had a razor sharp serrated blade and a wicked hook on the end. Once his selection was made he went back over to Slade smirking.

Slade leaned forward and pressed the metal of his mask against Robin's mouth, his tongue rubbing against the teens bottom lip through the slits, a small reward for an excellent selection. He pulled away and smirked beneath his mask when Robin groaned in protest. "Later my little bird, now explain to the bat why you chose that particular blade out of so many others."

"I chose this on because the length is of the blade is the same as my forearm giving better control when stabbing and slicing. It is light and easy to handle, less chance of slipping once in the flesh. The handle has a solid grip and shield, incase of blood spray to keep my hand from slipping. The serrated blade is ideal for slicing while the hooked end will catch in the flesh and tear when stabbing," Robin explained nonchalantly, his face stoic and cold. Silently he hoped for another reward, whether or not Bruce was watching.

"Very good Robin. And for a reward, suck and suck hard," Slade said his voice giving away nothing but egotistical satisfaction at his apprentice's performance. He leered over at Bruce as Robin dropped to his knees before him, eager to please and perhaps be pleased himself.

Robin opened Slade's pants, freeing the large, throbbing length. He swirled his tongue around the tip before engulfing the whole thing, sucking vigorously. Taking it as far down as he could, he sucked as hard as possible and stroked what didn't fit. He rolled his tongue, pressing on the pulsating organ earning a grunt of approval from his Master.

Slade let a gloved hand wander into Robin's hair, grasping it roughly. "Keep sucking," he ordered and began to slowly fuck the teen's throat, each thrust hard and measured, slamming into the back of Robin's pleasurably abused throat. "Enjoying the show?" The masked man asked and punctuated his words with a deliberately slow, powerful thrust.

When he was about to cum he held Robin's head in place and slammed in as deep as he could and released himself, his essence splashing thickly down the teen's throat. He pulled out once Robin had sucked him clean and tucked his flaccid organ back into his pants, leaning down to whisper in Robin's ear, "later", before turning to face Bruce.

He approached Bruce and loomed over him. "Admit it, you wanted nothing more than to sink into his tender young flesh, it make him yours," he smirked, his eye sparkling evil.

"Never!" Bruce spat and struggled more against his restraints, he had to get free he had to.

"Admit it, you wanted nothing more than to contaminate his innocence, to take the last bit of child out of him," Slade said firmly leaning in close to the captive man. "That sweet mouth, tight young flesh, you almost couldn't resist it could you? That's why you let him leave, because you didn't think you could hold back anymore, afraid that one night you would slip into his bed during the night and take him whether he wanted it or not, admit it," he was so close, his voice mesmerizing, hypnotic.

Then Bruce broke; the truth flowed from his mouth before he could stop it. "Yes! Okay yes! Every night I would walk by his door and think of going inside, taking him!" He yelled ashamed of his lack of control, ashamed that he had broken.

Slade backed away, smirking. "Hear that Robin? He was going to rape you. What do you want to do to him?" He asked as he walked behind Robin. Placing a hand on each shoulder he leaned in to whisper in the teen's ear, "How far will you go to please your Master? How far will you go to please…me?" He pressed the cool metal of his mask against Robin's cheek and stroked the hand holding the knife. "Kill him." Was the last thing he said before slipping off into the shadows, disappearing.

Once Slade was out of sight Bruce began to speak. "It isn't true, I never wanted to do that to you! Slade is using you! You have to fight it! Free me and we can escape! You can see your friends again!" He said frantically and for a moment thought it had worked, then Robin began to laugh.

"I've already seen my friends," Robin smirked and walked over to table with a cloth covering something on it. "This is what happened." He pulled the cloth off to reveal Starfire's head, suspended in a jar of greenish liquid, forever in a frozen with a look of stark terror and betrayal.

"But, why?" Bruce asked, he thought Robin loved Starfire more than anything or anyone. The teen had truly cared for her.

Robin fingered his blade and smirked. "Because Slade wanted me to. And because I wanted to," he said and walked around the table, it was his time to shine. "Saving people always made me feel empty, it was too easy, no risk. But this, what Slade has me do has a risk, I get sloppy I'll be caught and when I return I will be punished severely. It makes me feel complete," the teen explained as he circled the table. "This is the happiest I have ever been, I'm in love, I've been given the best training I've ever had, and I am being fucked by the hottest man who has ever lived, why shouldn't I be happy?"

"Because what you're doing is wrong!" Bruce snapped making Robin laugh. "He doesn't love you! It's all a trick! She loved you," he yelled and looked pointedly at Starfire's head.

Robin's face darkened and his grip on his blade tightened. "And how would you know if he loves me or not?" He growled and in a flash of metal he sliced open Bruce's suit coat and shirt, pressing the blade dangerously over the man's heart.

Smirking, Slade watched from his hiding place as Robin defended him. He really did love the teen as odd as it may sound. He watched as his apprentice carved his insignia into the retrained man's chest, going all the way to the bone.

Robin cut deep, taking all his anger and doubt out on the man beneath his blade. He watched as blood welled up in the insignia, running in thin trails down Bruce's sides, pooling in the man's navel. With a smirk he stabbed into the fleshy part of his old teacher's bicep before retching the blade out with a chunk of flesh, enjoying the man's screams of pain.

"STOP!" Bruce screamed when Robin did it again, tearing another chunk of meat from the other arm. "Please stop!" He begged as he felt blood begin to soak into his clothes.

Robin flipped the knife and caught the hook in Bruce's collar bone before ripped it downwards, effectively tearing the man completely open, his guts spilling onto the table releasing a putrid perfume into the air.

Batman was dead, Robin had killed him, and life was good, Slade decided as he came out of hiding. He put a hand on Robin's shoulder and used his other to pluck the knife from the teen's grasp. "How do you feel now my little bird?" He whispered in Robin's ear.

That was when Robin came back to reality. He had killed the man who had raised him, he had committed murder twice, killing the only people who had ever truly cared for him and he felt…good. "Good," he smiled, he felt really good, refreshed almost, like he had just taken a cool shower after a hard practice kind of good, when your muscles are sore but you're relaxed and satisfied from the strain. "Very good."

xXx

O.O...who knew Bruce was a pedophile?

Was that a good chapter? So far Starfire is dead and now Bruce is, this seems to be moving along quite smoothly don't you think?