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SUMMARY/NOTES: Lady Raven Roth-Wayne is a powerful dark empath with unmeasured power. She is known for her association with the dark lord Slade and resides in a shadowy manor in Lainesworth Province, with Alfred, Kit and Jinx. Features Teen Jinx, Teen Robin, Teen Cyborg, Kid Beast Boy and Kid Starfire. Kid Flash makes an appearance as Kit and various other characters from DC comics.

WARNINGS: Dark Fic, BDSM (others will be added as I see fit)

Robin was angry and aware of the conversation taking place outside the abhorrent cage. He didn't like the tall woman in black and purple whose eyes seemed to look straight through him and whose cruel gaze held a definite promise of pain. The kind of pain that would linger and taunt and torment in ways unimaginable. He didn't like her.

She handled the slimy auction master with a finesse he would grudgingly allow her, unsure of whether he ought to be grateful to be spared the humiliation of being paraded across a stage for auction or for the mysterious woman opting to purchase them all. The first threads of fear were dancing around the corners of his mind, whispering to him of all the dark and dangerous things she was capable of.

He definitely didn't like her. Everything about her screamed against his noble thoughts and desires. She was dark, as dark as darkness itself could be, with the air of someone used to having her way with things, people and power. She would have her way. She would taint him. She would hurt him. She would enjoy every minute of it, he could tell.

He really didn't like her.

A few other potential buyers came around the cages and several more made a few offers for his cage, him and his cagemates.

There was a hint of relief when he saw a kind-faced man in a suit with glasses, speaking to the dark-haired beauty beside him. There was a far kinder air around the couple than he'd sensed in quite some time. Most folk these days were very easy to categorize, this couple was different.

The man adjusted his glasses, peering into the cage. He frowned at what he saw and straightened, turning to his companion. "We could help them, Lois." He spoke, quietly. "They're only children, they shouldn't even be in this kind of a-"

"You can't save everyone, Clark." Lois sighed. "Besides, I don't even know that we can help them. Look at them." She gestured with one perfectly manicured hand. She wrinkled her nose as if there were something disgusting permeating the air that she was forced to breathe.

Robin growled faintly, clutching Starfire closer to his chest. The six-year-old redhead whimpered softly, her fingers weakly scrabbling against the movement, before settling in his arms once more. He decided he didn't like this lady either. He wondered how the kind-eyed man had ended up with someone as bad as her. That wasn't right. Then again, there were few things in his world at the moment that were right.

"I don't like the look of his eyes." The woman said at last, when her companion had merely stared at her awaiting some justification for her passing judgment. "Honey, honestly. I can't…I don't know, it just doesn't seem right."

"You can't see his eyes, he's wearing a mask." The man said, smoothly. "And since when is that a problem for you, Lois?"

"How odd. I wonder why." She turned to Marcus, ignoring the other question. "Is there something wrong with his eyes?"

"Oh no, Madam." Marcus gushed. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with the merchandise, I assure you he is in pristine condition and-"

"Pristine? How wonderful." A smooth voice cut into the conversation. "Ah, Lois and Clark, out on another one of your savior crusades? You can't buy them all you know and even if you could, they'd eat you out of house and home within a week—oh, sorry, make that a day, or would it be a few hours now?"

Lois choked, one slender hand coming to rest on her husband's arm. "I would say it's a pleasure to meet you." She began, tightly. "But I'm afraid the pleasure is all yours Luthor."

"Now, now, Lois, no need to be like that." The man smiled, a wickedly cold expression. "I was only here to see about 554 and 726."

"You brute!" Lois exclaimed, her earlier discomfort disappearing entirely in the face of her sudden flare of temper. "You know fully well that-"

"Lois, enough." Clark said, quietly, one large hand resting gently on her shoulder, meaningfully.

Lois bristled quite visibly, but she didn't pull away. "But, Clark, he-!"

"I already paid and signed for what we're here for. He would have to buy them from me and I have no intention of selling." Dark eyes held the faintest hint of storm in them as he stared down at the grinning nemesis. "I would task you to be more careful, Luthor." He said, softly. "Do not push me too far."

"Now, now, gentlemen." Marcus interrupted, anxiously. "There is no need for tension in the air, ah, take a look at these lovely specimens and perhaps-"

"They look horrible." A curly blonde noblewoman stood off to the trio, her lips pursed, an elegant cigarette holder held in one red-gloved hand, her black dress clinging tightly to a well-defined body. "What are they?"

"Ah." Marcus dabbed at his forehead with a damp kerchief. It seemed as if there was more action behind the auctionhouse than there would be in front of it. He swallowed. "Lady Cannery." He forced a smile. "I was unaware you were in the market for-"

"Something to amuse me." She smiled, thinly. "Are these the four caught in the raid from Lainesworth on his lordship, Slade?"

The masked boy in the cage stiffened. The girl in his arms grew limp. The metal young man's good eye opened half-way, the green kitten stopped its shivering.

The strange change drew the attention of every adult.

Lady Cannery perked a blonde eyebrow. "I see that answers that." She said, matter-of-factly. "How is it that they are for sale, Marcus? They are traitors. Traitors should be killed on the spot, should they not?"

"Those four?" Luthor mocked. "As if they could've done anything. I could think of far more creative ways for them to atone for their sins." He smirked. "Very creative ways."

"I don't know." Lady Cannery sighed, taking another puff of her cigarette. "I should think that they would be…less trouble, if, well…"

The bickering started up.

The buyers argued all for a good long minute until a new addition joined them.

He hung back at the edge of the rich crowd, dressed simply, but tastefully in a work suit, his cane, hat and coat on his arm, a slip of paper in one bare hand, speaking to his status as that of a personal servant.

Robin watched him curiously for a second, appreciating the kindly air that seemed to be clinging to the older man and noting the way the dark grey eyes flashed as the fellow caught on to the conversation.

The boy had stopped listening to keep watch on the newcomer, but now that his ears picked up the rising voices, he realized that Marcus was about to parcel them all off to the waiting buyers.

His stomach churned as Lady Cannery bid a rather high sum to have him and Lois and Clark spoke up for Starfire. Luthor was the only one with cash to flaunt in taking both the metal boy and the green cat, insisting on purchasing them all, when Marcus said he would sell according to the currency they all had on their person.

At the prices marked, Lois and Clark could only afford one of them—and they opted for the redhaired Starfire. Lady Cannery had calmly stated she would take no other than him and that if it wasn't enough, she would have Marcus's head for it. Luthor stood back with a smirk and mentioned that he would gladly take whatever was left—namely whatever the others could not afford.

Marcus gleefully accepted.

Robin felt his heart sink. They were going to be split up and there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps it wouldn't have been as bad to be at the mercy of the dark lady that had visited first. At least she was keeping them together at the moment. That small grace was enough for him to find the strength to keep himself together. If they were all together, then he'd do what he could and make sure he took the brunt of whatever their new mistress would demand, but now, that plan was hopping out the window with no hope of return.

The masked boy tilted his head back to rest on the bars of the cage. It had all gone so horribly wrong in the space of a few minutes. He was exhausted and worn out in more ways than one. Their last fight, the last stand against Slade had failed. It had taken everything inside of him to keep their little gang together and now even that, he could no longer have, it seemed.

Pain stabbed through him as he felt his eyes burn with unshed tears.

"Rob?" The metal man spoke, a hoarse whisper. "We can't let 'em split us up."

"I don't think we got a choice." Robin whispered back. "But we can't go without a fight."

"I don't have much fight left." The metal man said, sadly. "My energy's pretty low and I don't feel too good."

"How's B?"

"I think he's sick."

"Same as Starfire, probably." Robin swallowed. He suppressed the shiver threatening to run through him. He knew the green-eyed speck of sunlight in his life was suffering because of his own foolishness. He'd though he'd done all the research. He thought he'd had it all figured out. He thought that they had a chance, but now, he could see it was nothing at all.

"Can they do this?" The metal man asked, wearily.

Robin shrugged, faintly. He didn't know anymore. The last shreds of hope had been snatched away when he'd seen Starfire stand up for him, taking a blow meant for his head, to a body too small and too fragile. She suffered for it now and his guilt grew heavy, he would have to think up of something and think of it quickly, at least for her sake if no one else's.

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