Chapter 3

I just wanted a shower. I didn't care what the fuck I had to do after it I just wanted to wash myself. I couldn't remember ever feeling this dirty in my life.

"Take this Sparrow."

He'd held out a small white pill. I looked at it suspiciously.

"It will allow your body to flush out my DNA without leaving any trace."

Horny he may have been, but slack on defense he was not. After the pill was a mouthwash; followed by a shower using sandpaper-like soap and shampoo that still had my eyes burning thirty minuets later, just from the fumes.

I was tired, I ached, my hair was in desperate need of conditioning, and I had just walked past a poster of the teen titans, Robin being in the front, as always.

Oh, fuck.

My knees went weak as I processed what had gone on last night. Yeah Slade'd gotten a kick out of beating me up, yeah, I'd sucked him off, and yeah, he'd had me up against the wall fucking me as I tried to get away.

But in his mind it hadn't been ME, it'd been Robin. Robin, who'd lost every fight against Slade, Robin who'd been on his knees before the criminal mastermind giving him a blow while hoping Slade would let him live, and it had been Robin Slade had held against the wall and fucked. It had been Robin's face Slade pictured while he was moaning every time a particularly violent thrust elicited a pained cry out of me.

The image of the boy-wonder with his head between Slade's legs sucking enthusiastically swiftly brought up the contents of my stomach, which was mostly white.

Oh, fuck, this is so wrong.

I was never very "patriotic" about my city, yeah we had the teen titans, whoopty-freaken-doo. But to imagine one of them in this situation, to ACT as one of them doing these things. Even I was disgusted at the thought. It was wrong, it was perverted, it was sick.

I couldn't go back. I had to get out.

Hold it girl, first you need to get home.

I forced myself to my feet and blanked out my mind for the rest of the walk back to the brothel and into the bathroom.

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"Hey, Sparrow you ok in there?" asked the bipolar blond who had been christened Stone.

She was not the most asked for whore, but she was pretty high up on the list. To most customers she was known as Terra. She had her sweet side which she demonstrated by acting as the sweet, humor-loving, young girl whom the titans had befriended, albeit a very sexual young girl. And then she had her not so sweet side which was usually expressed through her dominating nature, though at the climax she was known for reverting back to the submissive one. She was good for the patrons who enjoyed both sugar and spice.

"Yeah Sparrow, some of us have to piss!" announced the whip-loving Kitty.

Kitty, or Cat, was our mistress of bondage. If you wanted to be "punished", you asked for her, or more specifically, for Catwoman. She was the villain that got the most requests and oh did she hate some of them. Some no-name villains, some comic book freaks, and then the Bat-impersonators, but she loved her whip and seemed to get a kick out of being the dominant one of the couple, which was fine with most of her customers.

Terra backhanded Cat in the gut, "Seriously, Sparrow, you okay?"

"Did that bastard beat on you? Awe-hayll-no, you just tell Cat who he was and he's going to regret laying a finger on you, I'll rip that finger off. Fuck, I'll rip what ever part he did touch you with off."

"Sparrow...Sparrow? Hands get Barny."

The pink haired girl, known for her "magic hands" ran down the stairs looking for the 6'3" bouncer.

"Shit. I really have to pee." said Cat as she ran out of the room to find a different bathroom.

"Sparrow, Sparrow, honey, you okay?" Terra asked trying to get a response.

"What's the problem?" asked Barny entering the room and suddenly making the room seem a lot smaller.

"It's Sparrow, she won't answer and..."

Barney's face darkened at the mention of the his little friend's name. "Where is she?"

Terra pointed at the bathroom door.

Barny braced himself them threw his weight at the door. It cracked, then broke open at the second strike. Barny walked swiftly into the steam filled room glancing from left to right until his gaze fell on the slight form in the huge bathtub. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and walked over. Looking down he shook his head at the sleeping whore and then tenderly lifted her out of the cooling water.

"Is she alri..." Terra began but was cut off by Barney's nod of affirmation.

"Put her down over here." Said Terra as she motioned toward the closest free bed.

"First night on a new job." said Hands by way of explanation.

Barny nodded and left, he was just the bouncer. He was only to get involved if a customer got too rough with the girls. But there were times he would love to bash in the face of every fucking bastard who touched these women then turned around and laughed at them for their "low" profession.

"Damn, that must have been some workout to knock her out like that," said the red-headed Starfire look-a-like. "That customer would have to be in better shape than most of the ones I've been getting. Who was he?"

The last question was directed at the pink haired "magician" who always seemed to be in the know. Hands, or as she was called by her patrons, Jinx, was known for her massages. But if Cat could make a man scream in pain with her whip, Jinx could make them could make them scream in pleasure; soar muscles weren't the only thing she could "massage".

"Don't know, some newbie going by "Wilson" over in the south district."

Replied Jinx, not bothering to look up from filing her nails.

"Shit," Said Cat reentering the room, "I want a go with the man who can wipe out Sparrow like that. He sounds Hott!"

"Trust me Cat, you don't want this one." said Sparrow groggily as she woke up from her unintended nap. "He could have taken on the Gotham vigilante so many of your customers pretend to be."

"Damn, he sounds really hott," Said the Catwoman, licking her lips sadistically. "So, who was he?"

"Deathstroke the Terminator, otherwise known as Slade."

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Well, end of chapter 3, don't really know where I'll go from here but it should be fun. FYI college is over and I'm going home for the summer which means no more high-speed internet. So updates will be sporadic and spaced out. But don't worry; I'm not done with Sparrow yet. (Evil laugh)

By the way, if you like any of the whores in this story feel free to use them to write your own. I don't have any other plans for them. If you want to make up your own whore based of a villain or hero feel free and if you contact me about it I'd like to put them in this story.

Happy summer!