Poison II
Slade x Robin
It was about a minute later when the young hero regained some small degree of consciousness. So…tired, he thought as he forced his lungs to work. It was then that he realized that he was being carried. Who-? Robin tried to think of who it could possibly be. Judging by the build and strength of the arms holding him, he deduced that it was Cyborg.
"Cy…borg," he ground out.
"Not quite," a calm voice said. Robin's eyes snapped open and he struggled against the arms that were holding him. Pain shot through his body at the sudden and violent movement, but he didn't care.
Once free of the arms, he staggered away from the figure that had been carrying him. Robin's legs had lost all sensation in them so he was having a difficult time supporting his own weight.
"Come now Robin," the calm voice said in a slightly amused manner. "Is that how you're going to thank the one that's trying to keep save you?"
"Slade," the black haired teen growled in a raspy voiced as he narrowed his masked eyes at the black and orange villain in front of him. The older man said something but Robin's hearing was starting to go, making everything sound like it was under water.
His legs buckled from under him and he coughed more blood from his mouth. The red and green hero didn't see it, but Slade's eye widened slightly as he made his way towards the young boy. Robin sensed his arch nemesis's approached and his mind forced his body to react.
Whipping out his staff he forced himself to his feet and swung at the older man, catching him off guard. The metal poll made contact with Slade's mask with a resounding clang. Robin had little time to appreciate his hit before he staggered backwards on unfeeling legs.
The young teen's foot caught on the edge of something causing him to fall backwards. Robin expected to fall back onto some sort of hard surface, not to keep falling. A building, they had been on top of a building.
Robin felt his body crash into something hard, something metal, but the pain didn't register in his brain. So…tired…so…cold, that was the young hero's last thoughts before he blacked out, before the asphalt from below caught his body.