(Okay, I wasn't quite sure how to continue with this. I mean I just had Slade raping Robin in the last chapter. It's kind of hard to follow up on that. Anyway, to conclude, it's been way too long since I've written a second chapter. I can't just leave things the way I left them. So, last night, before I went to bed (which is when I get my best ideas usually) I had an awesome idea. An awesome, yet horrible idea. Awesome for the fans, but kind of horrible for both Slade and Robin. Anyways, enjoy.)

A usual day for Slade would start at five in the morning after anywhere from thirty minutes to four hours of sleep, but Slade didn't sleep that night. Relieved as he was, physically, his mind was in a state of unrest. He reasoned it wasn't guilt for what he'd done, but rather uncertainty about what he was going to do. After last night he ofcourse expected Robin scared, angry ... in pain. He reasoned he should start things slowly, perhaps a history lesson today, instead of physical training. That would have to wait. Robin was probably exhausted, and Slade, considering the circumstances, decided to let him sleep in, taking the time to plan out this ... unusual, and off-schedual day.

Looking back on things ... Slade decided there was no alternative. He would have done it sooner or later. After breakfast, and some well-needed planning, he figured, since he had some idle time, he could relax, maybe try to get some sleep. Sleep didn't come. He thought about what happened, about how it happened. From the beginning, Slade knew he had an unusual fascination with Robin. He enjoyed any new intel he got on Robin, old cases with the Batman, new ones with the Titans, his cocky attitude, his firey temper. There was only one limit Slade put on his investigations, Robin's identity. He perfered not to know. It made things more exciting. Besides, had he known, it would probably disappoint him. Secret identities are never exciting, which was probably the point of him using his first name as an alias. That and the fact that he enjoyed watching Robin scratch his head trying to figure out who he was when he'd laid it all out in front of him this whole time.

Aside from enjoying learning about Robin, one of his favorite past-times was watching him. He wouldn't miss a news interview or the chance to see him in action. He began to hold a boarderline obsession with the boy. By this time, he'd already decided Robin would be his apprentice. He was perfect.

In the beginning he hardly considered his interest in Robin a sexual one, but rather one of admiration for his potential as a weapon. His weapon. This admiration began to change after a while. He didn't notice it until this latest episode, but he'd so often stare, so often find himself distracted. These should have been signs, but Slade heeded no warning. He was too busy planning. He would have Robin. He would have his perfect apprentice.

Over the course of nearly two years, Robin had grown. He was fifteen, in the middle of his adolescent years. He'd grown more confident, and he was starting to take the shape of a young man, rather than a lanky teen. In that time Slade developed a carnal desire for him, and by the three days leading up to this incident, Slade was fully aware of it.

He resolved to control himself, however, for the well-being of his apprentice, ofcourse. He couldn't have a sexual relationship with his protégé. Things needed to be strictly professional. Those three days he held Robin captive, however ... plans changed. Now that he had Robin ... it became harder to keep himself calm. Innocent tasks such as training would give him the fierce urge to throw him on the floor and take him right there. He craved that supple, pale, teenaged body.

He nearly lost all control during training the day of the incident. Robin made a crack about his eye, and he swiftly repremanded him for it with a backhand to the side of the face. Watching Robin squirm trying to get up, hearing him groan as he struggled to maintain consciousness was torture. Finally, Robin managed himself onto his elbows. Before he could pick himself up Slade pressed him back down against the lenolium tile with his steel boot.

"Stay down."

He dropped onto his knees, straddling the boy's slender hips. He grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the floor. The whole thing happened within an instant. If he hadn't caught himself he would've lost all control ... and if there was one thing Slade hated ... is was to not have control. So, to keep from future instances such as these from occurring, he would get it out of his system, and so he did ... so why is he still so unsatisfied?

It was nearly Ten now and Slade hadn't gotten a second of sleep. He reasoned Robin was probably awake by now and ready for today's lecture.

Robin was in fact awake at the time, surprised Slade hadn't woken him at six or seven in the morning like he usually did. Whatever the reason for Slade's tartiness, he was greatful. He didn't want to see him. He knew he was going to have to face him eventually, but he dreaded it. So when he heard the latch on the door, his stomoch dropped. He instinctively lept to his feet in fear, backing to the farside of the room.

Slade stood in the doorway, tapping his fingers on the doorframe, "are you ready?"

Normally, Robin would've snapped back with something ... but he was too afraid to think. "ready for what?" He tried to hide the shaking in his voice.

"Your training."

"... I'll get ready," Robin wasn't in any position to object. He waited until Slade had left the room to get dressed, carefully sliding the spandex top over the bruises on his arms and back, and the leather pants over the bruises on his thighs, from where Slade's knees pinned his legs apart. He winced as he pulled his pants the last few inches up his waist.

When he was dressed, Robin crept into the training room, terrified of what Slade might do to him. Robin waited for the presumed physical abuse and hard work that would leave him sore for days, but Slade had other plans, "Sit." Robin took a seat. This made him uneasy. He hated unpredictable situations.

"For your training, I will require you to have some basic knowledge in nuclear chemistry and physics, aswell as several foreign languages, cultures-"

"What exactly is it you're training me for?"

Slade paused, "Well ... it's complicated, but I'll explain when you have to know."

"I have to know now-"

"You don't have to know anything, besides the fact that I'll kill you if you don't make yourself useful ... or ... I could always find other uses for you."

Robin shuddered, "Yes, sir." His voice shook. He could feel himself on the verdge of tears. He felt so ... trapped. He'd never felt so trapped before.

Slade left the room for a minute and came back with a book. He placed it in Robin's lap, along with a stack of papers and a pen. I want chapters twelve through twenty, read, memorized, and thoroughly understood by the end of the day."

Robin paused a minute, sick with fear of what Slade might do if he argued back. It didn't matter if Slade's demands were unfair. He would have to obey him.

(XD ha! you didn't get any secks! At least you got some maybe-guilt. Be happy fangirls! :) But in all seriousness, the next chapter will be better, I promise.)