Poison III
Slade x Robin
Pain. That was the first thing Robin felt when his body decided to come back to the world of the living. He tried to move his arms but found that they were strapped down at the wrist, along with his feet. Then the young hero realized that he had some sort of mask covering his nose and mouth. It was an oxygen mask.
Taking in his surroundings he found that he was laying on a metal examination table, not unlike those found in an operating room. That thought alone caused an involuntary shudder to wrack through his body. The movement caused his muscles to groan in protest and him to wince.
"Nice to see that you decided to rejoin the land of the living," the calm voice of Slade said from across the room. Robin's head snapped in the direction of Slade's voice but he immediately regretted it. The sensitive skin of his neck quickly reminded him of the dart that had been there previously.
How long was I out? Why did Slade save me? Why-? The young teen's thoughts were interrupted by the orange and black form of Slade looming over him in the most dominating fashion. Robin narrowed his eyes at his arch nemesis loathingly and tried to speak. However all that accomplished was causing him to break into a coughing fit.
"I suggest that you refrain from talking for a few hours. The poison spread to your lungs and parts of your throat and your blood hasn't been fully purged yet," the older man said in his usual calm voice as he un-strapped the red and green hero's wrists and feet.
Robin removed the oxygen mask from his face and forced himself to sit up. Upon doing so he realized that he had been stripped of his gloves, shirt and shoes. Then he saw the condition his body was in. He had multiple bruises scattered across his arms and a thick layer of bandages covering his ribs. Taking in a deep breath he winced in pain and clutched his left side.
"W-what…did-?" He didn't get to finish before he started to cough again, this time accompanied by blood. Gasping desperately for air he didn't protest when Slade picked up the oxygen mask and placed it back over his mouth.
"I didn't do anything to you. So don't get the idea in your head that I would strike you when down," Slade said emotionlessly, never taking his eye off the Boy Wonder. "All the wounds you have are your own doing." Robin cast a slightly confused glance at the masked man.
"I'm not surprised you don't remember," the orange and black villain sighed. "That was a nasty fall you took from the roof of that building." Robin's eyes widened as that memory slowly came crawling back, but that didn't explain the bruises on his arms. Slade saw the expression on the young hero's face and decided to explain.
"This is the second time you have woken in my lab. The first was…less then pleasant," he said flatly.