Poison V
A bright blush of embarrassment came to Robin's cheeks as he narrowed his eyes at Slade in anger. Said villain ignored this and picked the young hero up. Slade was disturbed at how little the fifteen year old boy weighed and made a mental note to feed him later. If there was one thing that Slade couldn't stand it was someone being too thin, and Robin was just that.
Once he sat Robin back on the table he noticed that his left ankle was swollen and had a slightly purple tinge to it. Slade kneeled and reached out to examine the boy's ankle, and wasn't surprised when it was jerked away from his touch.
"Don't touch me," the young hero growled in, what he hoped was, an angry tone. It was, but sounded quite weak and tired. Slade sighed in an annoyed fashion and looked up at Robin.
"Don't make me sedate you again," he said. However, this time his tone carried a bit of an edge to it. This seemed to get Robin's attention. Slade watched the young boy's face carefully. It was obvious that he didn't want the villain touching him, but at the same time he didn't want to be sedated either. Robin sighed in defeat and allowed the orange and black villain to touch his injured ankle.
Slade took the swollen joint in his hand and examined it for a few seconds. He released Robin's foot and slid off his gloves. Said hero didn't see this and gasped slightly when he felt something warm touching him. Looking down he saw that Slade had taken off his black gloves and was examining his injury with surprising gentleness.
"You're lucky it isn't broken," Slade said as he opened a drawer and pulled out a wrap for Robin's ankle.
The Boy Wonder's eyes never left the criminal mastermind's hands as he bandaged his ankle. Slade felt Robin's gaze on him and couldn't help but smirk under his mask. Untrusting as always, he thought as he secured the wrap.