(YAOI YAOI YAOI SLADIN YAOI! ... now that I have your attention ... REVIEWS! I like them! Bad ones let me know what I did wrong, good ones ... are just fun to read and stroke my ego. And my "ego" likes to be stroked ;3 Reviews please! I'm attention-starved. Okay, I'm done. I won't make you wait any longer.)

Robin stayed in the shower for nearly a full hour ... trying to wash off that disgusting feeling he had ... but no matter how hard he scrubbed he couldn't get himself clean ... His skin was red and raw by the time he was done. How could he do that ... How could he let him do that to him ... Him ... Slade ... his enimy ... his god damn rapist. He couldn't let that happen again. He couldn't. He had to get out of that place ... and go where? ... Back to the Titans? How could he face them again after this? No! ... he couldn't go back. He could never go back.

The following morning, Slade decided he would teach his apprentice how to handle a weapon. Afterall, he'd done so well with his hand-to-hand combat training ... and he had already recieved training from one of the world's best improvisional fighters ... True, he thought the Batman's strict moral codes were neive, but he still respected his skill. Robin was ready, besides, the sooner he taught him how to use a weapon, the sooner he could teach him important skills like how to defend himself from attack with a weapon and how to treat knifewounds, gunshot wounds, ect., livesaving information.

After Robin had his breakfast Slade braught him to a part of his underground lair he'd never been before. Robin would've asked where they were ... but he was too uncomfortable ... after what happened last night ... Besides, why would he talk to him anyway after what he did to him? Fuck that! He would speak if he had to and only if he had to, but other than that it would be the bare minimum.

"Are you ready, Robin?"

"For what?"

"Today's lesson," he answered, walking past him to an artilary closet, "Today you'll be learning how to use a firearm."

Robin paused, "Batman had rules ... no guns ... guns are for cowards."

"I have rules too ... guns are for when your opponents are armed or too dangerous for you to kill without one. I'm surprised you're still alive with some of the Batman's rules."

"Are you saying he didn't have my safety in mind?"

"That's precicely what I'm saying. He cares more about his rules than your safety."

"That's bullshit!"

"It's the truth and you know it," Slade handed him the handgun, "Contrary to what Batman has taught you, guns are quite useful. You can kill as many men as you have bullets, then you won't have to focus on as much at one time. Using guns isn't cowardly ... it's efficient."

Robin wanted to argue, but he didn't. He wouldn't indulge him.

"Now, put your hand here, good. Turn the safety off when the gun is in use, and once you're finished using it, always remember to turn the safety back on," Slade directed him to one of his robots on the farside of the room, "Hold your arm straight. Line that knotch at the end with your eye- What are you doing?"

"Aiming."

"You aim with both eyes open," Slade corrected, "That's better, now-." A gunshot interrupted, "Did I tell you to shoot?" Slade repremanded him.

"N-no it was an accident-"

"Don't let it happen again!" Slade snapped back at him, "Line it up again. Keep your eyes open. That's it ... Now, when I say 'fire' Don't pull the trigger, but squeeze it, gently ... fire."

Robin did as Slade said and gently squeezed the trigger. The gun shook his arm and jerked back his hand with a deafening "bang!" He let out a startled shriek and paused for a minute, his face flushed red with embarassment.

Slade paused, "you're kidding me."

"It surprised me."

"You're surprised that guns are loud?"

Robin ignored him. He noticed that he didn't hit his target. He was actually ... kind of disappointed ... and then he realized something else. The gun was in his hand. A weapon of death was in his hands. He practiced two or three more times until he was certain he could hit his target. Eventually, though, he ran out of ammunition, "I need more."

Slade let out a little chuckle. He could see how much Robin liked the power. He liked the thought of what he could do with that gun. He got another magazine out of the artilary closet and handed it to Robin. Robin promptly re-loaded the gun, flicked the safety back off and aimed it right at Slade's eye, "I want out. Let me go or you get to see what the inside of your head looks like."

Slade was shocked, but only for a fraction of a second. He wasn't at all worried ... just surprised at Robin's audacity, "Do it then." He held his ground.

Robin's finger was on the trigger. He thought for a second ... that he might actually kill him ... but ... he thought of Batman. He couldn't do it.

"Don't make threats if you can't follow through with them," Slade snatched the gun away and put it back in it's place, "That's enough training for today."

Robin looked a bit puzzled. It was way too early to stop training ... certainly for the entire day. He wasn't going to ask ... He didn't want to know. He'd like to have some hope that nothing was going to happen to him ... even if it was false hope.

When he turned to leave the room, Slade decided he'd let him, afterall, he had some errands to run if he was to be ready for tonight.

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While Slade was out Robin had the entire place to himself. He figured he'd take this time to formulate an escape plan. He spent an hour and a half searching for a way out, but there was only one door out, sealed shut. There didn't seem to be a lock, but there was no way to open it. He thought a minute, back to the night Slade captured him. He was heavily sedated, but he remembered a few glimpses of things. He remembered the car ride ... smelling the leather ... leather has a distinctive smell. He remembered Slade picking him up, dragging him to a door ... then ... it went black for a while, he was out again ... then he remembered moving, but they weren't moving ... he felt like he was ... falling ... "an elevator!" he exclaimed, "it's underground!" He paused, realizing this created more problems than anything else.

Robin gave up his escape search after a while, realizing he wasn't getting out anytime soon. He was board, so he just let his mind wander, as he usually did in these situations. Sometimes it would help him formulate a plan, see something he might have missed. His subconscious had a way of sorting things out. After a while, he started to think about Slade. He wondered why Slade wanted an apprentice, why he wanted to destroy the city ... why he wanted ... him. He wondered if he knew him personally, and that's why he considered him to be his apprentice ... then it occurred to him. An apprentice is normally taken on by someone well-established in their occupation. What was Slade's occupation? Maybe he was just a garden-variety supervillain ... no, Slade isn't just a supervillain. It's always clear what a supervillain wants. Luthor wants Superman Dead. Joker wants destruction, to show humanity it's dark side. Slade ... wants an apprentice ... but why does he want the city destroyed?

Who is he? He just appeared out of nowhere and targeted him. Why? Who the hell is he? The more Robin pondered Slade and his motives ... the more frustrated he became. Slade wasn't even there and he was getting the better of him ... God, how did this happen? How could he be so weak? ... No, it wasn't him. It wasn't his fault. It was Slade's. He knew that.

Four years ago, Gotham city, NY ... Batman and he were on the third location given to them by a victim of assault and armed robbery. She had lied to them so many times ... Robin was beginning to wonder if there was an assault, but Batman knew better. For the third time they searched a new location and found nothing. When Batman asked her once again to give the real location ... she recanted her statement ... She told them she wasn't robbed and she was sorry for wasting their time.

Robin was livid, "That time we wasted on your false-statement we could have been spending on people who were assaulted-!"

"Robin! Shut up!" Batman repremanded.

"Why? She-" He was startled when he heard the woman sob. He didn't understand. Why was she crying? Maybe she felt guilty. She should. She wasted their time.

"It was my fault!" She sobbed, "I shouldn't have taken that way home! I knew it was late out! I-" She was hystarical.

Batman told Robin to leave the room while he talked to her ... and he reluctantly obeyed. It wasn't Robin's fault that he didn't understand. The concept of someone who had done nothing wrong feeling guilty was a little much for an elleven year-old to wrap his mind around. He pretended to walk away, but he knelt down and put his ear to the door to listen.

"Miss Jones ... what really happened that night?" Bruce asked as if he didn't already know, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It was my fault!"

Bruce kneeled down and made eye contact with her, brushing the hair from her face, "What he did to you wasn't your fault. He did this to you. It's his fault ... What he did to you was terrible ... and we're going to have him rot in prison for what he did ... but we need you to tell us where we can find the evidence first ... and fast ... it's supposed to rain tonight."

She told him, but unfortunately it was too late. By the time Batman and Robin reached the crime scene ... any evidence left had been washed away by the rain. The victim never got justice ... and that monster never got what he deserved.

Robin didn't understand then ... but he did now. What happened to him wasn't his fault. Slade did this. He kidnapped him. He raped him. He manipulated him ... It wasn't his fault ... so why did he feel so guilty? Against all reason ... he felt so ... filthy, so disgusting ... he moaned his fucking name for Christ's sake!

"Robin," Slade interrupted him, "go to your room and wait for me." He grinned deviously behind his mask, "I have a surprise for you."

"I don't want anything from you."

"Come now Robin, we both know that's not true," Slade chuckled at him.

Robin wanted to tell him to fuck off and die ... but he decided he would avoid the beating that would follow such a comment. He obeydiantly went to his room and waited, unsure of what Slade wanted from him ... but assumed he was going to assault him again. Robin collapsed onto the bedsheets and stared at the ceiling. Waiting was the worst. He knew it was going to happen, why couldn't he just get it over with? Where the hell was he? What's taking him so long? (Silly Robin, it's called foreplay)

After about fifteen minutes Slade came in carrying a black plastic bag. Robin gasped and flinched a bit at the thought of a brutal strangulation.

"You can't be serious," Slade scoffed at him, insulted by his distrust, "After I went through all this trouble, why would I just kill you?"

"I don't know, maybe because you got what you wanted from me?"

"Don't sell yourself short Robin. I could get a lot more use out of you."

Robin bit his tongue and faught the overwhelming urge to argue with him and protest the torment he was referring to, but it would only make things worse.

He knew what was going to happen to him. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He knew fighting would only make things worse. He didn't want to have to endure any of this consciously.

"I've never drank before. I think it'd be fun-"

"I know what you're trying to do, Robin, and you're not getting off so easy. What use would you be to me unconscious?" He tilted his chin upwards, "I want to see you squirm ..." He paused to drag his tongue up his neck and the side of his face, "and hear you scream."

Robin struck him accross the face, regretting it even as he did so. He paused and stared up at Slade as he stood. He always towered over Robin ... and aside from towering over him, he was huge. He was built and firm and fit. Robin caught his eyes wandering down Slade's firm ripped stomoch and immediately shot his eyes back up.

Slade chuckled at him for a second, "you're going to pay for that." He rode his hand up his thigh and began messaging the front of his pants. Robin began to struggle, but Slade pinned him in place, "don't move."

Robin headed his warning, feeling him gripping his wrist so hard the bones ached. Robin started to fill with an unwanted feeling. He could feel his groin aching at Slade's touch, hardening as Slade stroked it through the fabrick of his pants. Robin tried to calm his breathing, but that only made his lengthy breaths shake as he exhailed.

Slade gently and carefully lifted Robin's shirt over his chest, shoulders, and pulled it from his skin.

Robin was snapped back into reality. Slade wasn't going to pleasure him. That's not who Slade is. He always has an alterior motive. He was going to rape him. Robin started to panic.

"Relax, Robin," Slade held him down with one hand as he slid his pants and underwear off with the other. This was going to be more difficult than previously planned. Perhaps it was time to employ a new strategy.

Slade leaned down and lifted his mask slightly to kiss lightly at his chest, in the hollow area where the ribs are fused. Robin froze, not knowing what to make of this ... seemingly ... gentle act. It wasn't painful. He had to be manipulating him again. It was just to try and sooth him ... to calm him down before he-

Slade moved to the right a few centimeters and started teasing his chest with his tongue.

God ... it was working. Robin couldn't stifle the gasp that erupted from him at that point. It felt like something was buzzing in his head, making him disy. He could almost forget for a second that he was trapped there. It was hard to focus on anything at all, aside from how good it felt.

He let out a groan of frustration as Slade moved away and started to kiss down his stomoch, sucking and nipping lightly at his skin, pausing for a moment at his naval before continuing down. Robin's eyes widened as he realized what Slade was doing, but before he could open his mouth to object, Slade took him into his mouth and started sucking and working his tongue up and down the shaft.

"Ah!" Robin let out a small yelp at the suddenness of it. He started to squirm in Slade's grip as every instinct-driven thought told him to move. Slade took the squirming as a que to move faster, so he did, earning more moans from the boy.

Robin gasped and let out a long breathy moan, "Slade." His eyes widened as his hand shot up to his mouth, as if to try and draw the words back ... but it was too late. It was out there.

Slade would have liked to continue until Robin moaned his name freely and came right into his mouth, but a growing pain in his groin told him it was time to move things along. He reached down and started undoing his pants.

Robin heard the zipper draw down and started struggling immediately, violantly trying to thrash from his grip, but his body was too weak and excited to move anywhere away from his mouth. Robin couldn't help but let out a groan of frustration when Slade spat out his throbbing shaft.

Slade chuckled to himself as he watched Robin squirm in his grip, trying despirately to find release, "Don't worry Robin. This is far from over."

(What? Ending a sex scene before any penetration? Yes. I love cliffhangers. I'm sorry for the wait on this chapter, guys. I've been really busy.)