A/N: As some of you are aware I am taking all the stories I haven't finished and I am attempting to complete them one at a time so that in the next few months I can attempt to start some new stories. Well this story is the next one on my list of stories to finish. So those of you who are a fan of this story you are in luck. So enjoy the next few chapters because this story doesn't have much left to it.
Chapter 17
Back into the jungle
Robin had been enjoying his time with Slade more so then he wanted to admit. The man was his enemy, and had for a long time been the monster of his dreams. In less then 6 months however the man had broken down Robin's walls, and all the damage that the man had created in the boy had been undone and forgiven in a matter of hours.
He sat on the edge of a cliff out behind the house and dangled his feet, now that he was better and now that he was healthy perhaps he should go out into the jungle for a bit and see how long it would take Slade to notice his disappearance.
After breakfast they had had a wonderful hour of sex and napping and then Slade had pardoned himself from Robin's sleeping side to go and do work. He had been in the basement most of the day, which had given Robin a chance to relax and think.
The very first day he was awake on this island, he was stripped of his clothes and weapons and thrown down into a mud puddle, and the man he now shared a bed with threatened Robin with death.
It all seemed so long ago, and yet it had only been a few months. He looked to the large open sky above him and breathed in deep the air around him. He missed his friends, and he missed the tower, but he also knew that talking Slade into letting him go back was pointless.
The man thought Robin as his own, he thought the boy his trophy and prize. Could the man actually ever care for him as more? Robin wasn't sure, there was still more to the man then Robin was aware of. His entire past, where he came from, what he did before villainy, what made him evil, how he lost his eye, it was all a mystery.
Robin wanted to know, but he also wasn't sure that the man would tell him anything. Then again, what did he have to lose? Slade himself said that if Robin ever left the island the secrets they spoke here would die with them.
Perhaps Robin could get Slade to talk, and then he could get off the island. But how? He had no means of communication. If he were to get off this island he would have to do it himself. Maybe build a boat or… HIS BELT! Robin suddenly thought.
Slade had taken his belt, that meant that it was still somewhere in the house. Maybe in the basement, all he would have to do is get down there with out Slade knowing, grab his belt with his communicator in it and hope to God it had signal way out here.
Robin could seduce Slade, possibly ware the man down, talk to him and get him to go to sleep. Then when the man was out like a light Robin could sneak down, grab some provisions, and then find his belt. Once he did he would S.O.S his team and then run into the jungle, find a beach, light a huge fire….
What if Slade found him before he could reach the beach? What if Robin made it to the beach only to find out that his team couldn't find the island? What if his team couldn't find him and then Slade did find him? How mad would the man be?
So many questions, and what if's, it was almost seeming like it would be a waste of time. Robin should start by talking to Slade and then if the man gave him no sign of taking him home then he would come back to this very cliff and think some more on how to escape.
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Slade sat in his work chair in the basement; he was leaning back and resting his eyes. He was used to staring at a computer screen for hours most of the time. But it had been a long time since he had done this type of work and he was beginning to tire.
Suddenly he heard a noise and looked over to see Robin walking down in nothing but jeans, his hips bones slightly visible above the waist of the pants. His blue eyes looked nervously at Slade as he shuffled forward, a blanket in his hands, which were behind his back. The blue blanket dragged on the floor and for a split second Slade thought of his sons after they would have one of their bad dreams.
"Slade? Are you busy?" Robin asked in an anxious voice.
"I was, but not now, I am resting at the current moment. What is it?" his voice was kind and even, but he still saw Robin tense a little. The boy seemed more apprehensive then normal. Perhaps Slade had left him alone to long, this whole ordeal was a lot to adjust to.
"I just wanted to talk to you… about things." Robin said timidly as he finally came to stand next to Slade.
If nothing else, the boy was cute in his state of hesitance, "What would you like to talk about my bird?" Slade asked as he scooped the boy up and brought him on to his lap.
"About you mostly." Robin said.
"Me? Why me? Why not you?" Slade was being coy and he knew it, but he saw no other way to relax the boy other then offer some silliness to the situation. He bent down and nibbled the boy's neck and kissed his shoulder and over all loved the boy's skin into submission.
"What made you become evil?" Robin asked between soft gasps.
Slade froze and pulled back, he looked into the boy's eyes and stared, he said nothing for a long time. Robin moved in an uncomfortable way and Slade was finally was able to wrap his mind around the question.
"What made me become… evil?" Slade asked just to make sure he understood the question.
"Yeah, I mean, most people don't become a bad guy by simply waking up and saying I wanna be evil..,"
"Oh, you mean what made me become a villain?" Slade questioned.
"Yeah, same thing right?"
"Well, not necessarily, I don't consider myself evil. A villain yes, a psycho maybe… but evil…."
"You kill people, you hurt people, and you try to take over the world that is pretty evil." Robin said.
"Not evil if you really think about it. When I kill people it is on contract, and though I will not claim to you that taking a life for money is exactly a good deed, the people I usually kill aren't very nice. Usually they are mean, thus why people want them dead."
"So you only kill other villains?"
"You can hardly consider them villains so much as dictators, tyrants, satin worshipers, murderers, kidnappers, religious leaders, and politicians."
"Well I can't say that the religious leader can be considered a bad person I agree that all politicians should die, but you've cunningly changed the subject, what MADE you become who you are now?"
"Clever boy, I suppose I can tell you since you won't be telling anyone else. Nothing really made me become a villain. I was in the military for a long time. Eventually I moved up through the ranks and ultimately was honorably discharged and took up assassination as a job on the side. After awhile I really started to enjoy it and never quiet." Slade said.
"Why do you enjoy it so much?" Robin asked.
"The challenge of course. Though I am sure you would never understand since you have never done this type of work. But tracking your hit, figuring out who they are, learning their schedule, waiting in the shadows and then finally getting to strike and then the thrill of making a clean get away, it's all very addicting. It is hard to walk away from this type of work, it's the only thing anymore that really challenges me."
"What about me, I challenge you."
"Correction, you used to challenge me. Now you are mine, there for you no longer challenge me. I have you, I own you little bird."
Robin forced himself up quickly and gave him an angry glare, "I am my own person, and no one owns me thank you."
"You are mine, you lost the challenge I gave you." Slade said standing.
"I can still challenge you! Besides that wasn't fair. You put me on an island I've never been on, and left me out there for months… I almost starved to death, could have possibly become a paraplegic, and then you nurse me back to health to have sex with me. I don't think that was a fair game you MADE me play."
"But are you complaining now?" Slade said walking up to Robin, he lifted the boy up and gently started kissing his neck.
Robin looked around the room; he needed to locate his belt. Slade turned slightly and Robin saw it. It was hanging on the wall to his left. He had to distract Slade.
"What happened to your eye?" Once again Slade froze in mid-kiss as Robin nervously waited.
Slade pulled away and let him slide down to a standing position, "Why the sudden curiosity in me and mine?
"I've known of you for a long time Slade. You made me painfully aware your existence. I know you are a villain, that you've killed, that you love money and power. That somewhere between Trigon and now you started to gain an interest in me that I never would have expected. And it seems, you know everything there is to know about me. I still know nothing about you. You want me to stay, you want to keep me here with you for God knows how long and you expect me to be okay with knowing nothing about you?"
Slade stared at him and then sighed rubbing his eyes with his thumb or forefinger, "I have not told you anything about me because you do not need to know anything about me. Nothing that has been in my past will benefit you. It won't help you in this current situation. The only thing you really need to know is that I am a man, and when I want something, I get it."
Robin didn't know what to say to this, it was true, just about every time Slade had ever gone after anything he had gotten what he wanted. One the few occasions he didn't get it, he still managed to make those who stood in his way miserable.
The man was a riddle wrapped in an enigma and tied with a mysterious ribbon. Robin was tempted to stay with him for the sole fact of trying to unwrap this Pandora's box that was Slade. But did he really have time?
His team was worried sick; Batman was probably curious why he hadn't checked in. Who knows how his team was fairing with out his leadership, he had faith that they would hold together until his return but in all honesty he had no clue how long his time away would be.
Robin knew what he had to do, but he wasn't looking forward to it, not at all. Robin sighed and turned as if to go. As he walked he counted his steps. Three, four, five and then he spun and threw a punch.
Slade stepped back like he had been expecting it, Robin didn't mind he just needed to get Slade to throw him. He spun and threw his leg out and Slade caught it and whipped him around and Robin slammed into the wall.
"Alright, fine, be that way!" Robin yelled faking anger. "See if I care! I am going for a run too cool off you ass hole. I will be back in an hour."
"Half hour…" Slade said watching him slowly walk by. The boy walked up the stairs and Slade heard the door slam in aggression. He shook his head and wondered if Robin was finally having hormonal imbalances. He sat down and leaned his head back.
Perhaps he should tell the boy more about himself. It was only fair; he did know everything about the boy. Well, almost everything. Things were getting to shaky, something was off about Robin.
The boy had a short temper but he rarely just snapped like that, it was almost like he had….
Slade's eyes caught the empty hook on the wall and he jumped up… the boy had planned that fight. Slade took off up the stairs after his trophy that was probably half way across the jungle.
A/N: I am so happy with this chapter. I think it is the beginning of the end. There will be one more slash scene for those who are interested in only that lol. Can't wait to post the next chapter!