A/N: I am really glad you guys are into this, the slash is coming so hold on to your hats, just a sneak peek for you all so I can leave you excited, the first scene involves a waterfall! HOW CLICHÉ! BUT SO DELICIOUS!
Chapter 6I'm running towards the helicopter, he isn't going to get away this time. I am going to stop him, catch him, what ever it takes. Even if I have to leave the Titans behind and chase him to the ends of the Earth, he will never hurt another innocent as long as I live. He is running across the roof before me, the helicopter up in the air, the rope ladder swinging madly.
He jumps, and the helicopter swings away, I pick up the pace and jump with all my might. Slade has already made it up inside the chopper; I climb quickly for fear of him cutting the ropes. I reached the top and climb inside. A military style chopper? I am confused and for a moment forget why I am there, that is until I see him coming at me. I dodge and a fight ensues, I see him coming at me and I feel my heart racing but just like every other fight I control my urge to run and face him. His evil must end today, if he leaves like he claims then I may never see him again in MY city but he will be in another city…. with another hero…another person to fight. Slade is mine, only I cant fight him. Only I can stop him. Only I can have him.
That is when it happens, the chopper jerks to avoid a star-bolt from Starfire. Such a beautiful angel, but so wrong to try and fight a battle she can't win. I lose my balance and my head slams the back wall of the chopper and I am out like a light. What a horrible end to a horrible day.
Robin woke with a start, the memories played like storybook pages across his mind. The chopper that must have brought him here, the damn chopper that he should have shot down. If only there hadn't been the city and it's people below. He always had to make sacrifices and make hard choices for the betterment of the entire city but had he known what those choices would lead to he wondered if he would have taken it.
Suddenly it accord to him he was warm, relaxed and sunken into a huge bed. He sat up and was greeted by the door across the rather large room opening to reveal Slade. Robin started to move as if to get out of the bed and his entire body racked itself with pain. He toppled out of bed and could do nothing but lay there on the floor.
A moment later he heard the slow even footsteps and Robin knew Slade was coming, "Glad to see you are up and about."
Robin tried to move away but found he could not, "Slade! Slade what have you done to me!"
A sigh escaped the man who stood over him and Slade bent down and picked up Robin. The boy, being completely flabbergasted could hardly think of what to say, he was being carried like a bride back onto the bed, Slade sat him in it. Then covered him up.
"Listen carefully Robin because I wont say this again." Robin wanted to say a smart as comment back but he could tell Slade wasn't in the mood, "While you were out in the jungle you contracted a virus from some of the fruit you ate. It has temporarily taken away your ability to move."
Robin felt his eye grow wide, he knew he must have paled and he couldn't help but bursting out, "WHAT!"
"You will get ability to walk back in about three to five days…until then you are confined to this bed."
Slade stood and with out another word started to leave. "Slade you can't just leave me like this! How will I take care of myself! Slade you bast-"
"No need for language Robin, since I won the game…and you are now my trophy, it would be in my best interest to keep you shiny and polished. I will be taking care of you while you cannot move. And when you can move again, I shall show you why I truly brought you out into this green waste land."
With that Slade left and shut the door behind him, Robin laid there alone. Something was gathering in his stomach, and he was sure that Slade's real reason for bringing him out here was not going to be as simple as he hoped. He laid back and thought a moment; Slade was going to take care of him? Robin wanted to scream and shout and run and throw a tantrum, but he could do none of the above. He had to endure, he may be stationary but h wasn't going to be a good little trophy. He was going to be a fucking piss ant.