The setting is during Robin's apprenticeship, although the twist is his friends couldn't track him, Slade having smashed his communicator. So his friends haven't been able to discover his location quite yet. Slade was forced to take extreme measures, Robin having become far more resistant to his teachings.

Warnings!- torture, dark, sex/rape

Enjoy…

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Extreme measures -

He sat in the pitch black room unable to move, finding himself far to weak. Tears no longer fell from his eye's, having run out long before, during his last trip to the chair. Robin coward in the corner, hearing the steal door creak, light flooding into the small cell. The hero didn't even bat an eyelash as the man pulled him by the neck, to pull him out of the room behind him. Slade had taken him so often to the chair, he already knew what to expect. Being thrown to the chair, he no longer struggled against Slade, hearing the bracelets click around each individual limb. Robin had decided not to give any satisfaction to the villain, no longer feeling the pain, having turned to a numb stinging.

Slade pulled up a tray of torturous devices, rolling them to the side. The first thing Slade tried to inflict on the boy wonder was a small clip, attaching it to each of the boy's wrists, the spikes digging into his flesh, blood seeping past the wounds. Robin's body leaned, electric volts running up his arms, and throughout his entire body. Slade narrowed his eyes when he didn't receive any signs of plead, Robin nearly foaming from the mouth. Robin's head crashed against his chest, the electric charge having ceased. The chair was leaned back, Robin's head plopping to the hard iron, creating a loud bang, mouth hanging open. Slade chuckled darkly at the sight, reaching down to cup the teen's chin, moving it side to side. The fingers clinched around his cheeks, forcing his mouth to stay opened, as he poured a green liquid down his throat before releasing his cheeks. Slade waited looking down on the boy, before grabbing his face to examine closely.

"Robin? Anything different?" The villain asked, looking over the boy.

"No." The hero stated plainly, though the stinging pain grew in his throat. Slade backed away from the teen, trying to run ways of torture through his mind, when the thought came to him. One of the few things he hadn't taken from the boy, the thing that would cause screams of both pain and pleasure to sound weather the boy wanted them to or not. Robin laid, looking tiredly to the ceiling, wondering how much more he'd have to endure before the man allowed him to rot in his cell once more.

"Huh…" Robin gasped as the gloved hand slid under his tattered shirt, teasing his instantly hardening nipples, causing a moan to sound, though it was soon cut off.

"Good boy." Slade purred down at the boy who looked confused. "Don't struggle it will hurt less." Robin's eyes widened, realizing the man's intentions.

"No…" The hero voiced trying to slip from the chains, finding them tightened since the last time he'd escaped, though he struggled all the same. "Please don't Slade! Anything but that!" His back arched, arms still tugging away, when the man moved eye level with the teen, staring down with one cold lifeless eye. The clothe went over his far from revealed eyes, blinding him. All Robin could hear was a slight click, the metal clanging to the floor. Robin shook, though tried to swallow his fear, as the man bent down to nuzzle his tender neck. A shudder ran up Robin's spine, making Slade pinch harder at his reddening nubs, a streak of pain exiting the boy's chapped lips.

"Please...don't..." Robin pleaded, knowing Slade wouldn't listen. The villain unhooked the hero, easily restraining him, despite his struggle, leaning over the chair, arms only restrained. Robin tried to kick the man, flailing his legs as high as he could manage, Slade only kneeling to straddle the boy's limbs. Clenching his teeth, Robin felt his ragged tights being pulled to the knees.

"No! Please Slade!" Robin tugged at the bracelets, holding back tears, he didn't know he had, as Slade gripped his waist.

"Because your such a pretty bird…" Slade whispered, before shoving in without warning. Robin screamed clenching his fists at the new pain, Slade not having used any type of lubrication, or prepared him in any way. The man violating the boy shoved in without mercy, ripping his flesh, blood pouring down his thighs. Robin knew his skin under the villains hands would bruise, knew he'd never be the same, where would he go? He couldn't go back to his friends, not now, he'd been violated, and by Slade! He was tainted! There was no point, and even if he didn't tell his friends, he would know…and that would crush him. Robin screamed louder with every thrust unable to control himself, back arching in pain. His nails dug into the ruff metal, tears streaming down past the blindfold, blood falling from his bottom lip. Slade sunk to the hilt harder than before, making a new wave of tears exit his lids. As the thrusts got harder and faster, Robin screamed, begging the man to stop.

"Please! Sto- uhh!" Robin moaned as the villain hit his prostate, hard. 'That hadn't just felt good! You didn't just enj-' his thoughts where interrupted by another loud moan. He was enjoying it! He was a hero! Slade was a villain! He couldn't enjoy this kind of torment! Robin sat moaning in between sobs, hating his very being for the sounds. Slade once more hit his sweet spot once more causing another sweetening moan to fill the air, his hips pushing back to get the man to go deeper, the action having been involuntary.

"No…no…no…" Robin repeated to himself, feeling as the man wrapped a hand to his hardened member pulling up and down, quickly. "No! No! No!" Robin screamed as he came splattering white on the metallic chair. Slade continued to shove into the teen's entry several times before he came himself, making the boy's shake worsen. Slade fell to the boy's body breathing heavy, before retreating from the teen, snapping his mask back into place before pulling the clothe away from the hero's eyes, though he didn't feel the need to open his eyes. When he found the strength to look around the room he instantly regretted it seeing the dark pink surrounding the chair, soon realizing Slade had left him.

Slade heard them screaming for their leader, he wouldn't respond, due to his predicament. The older man knew he could easily defeat the hero's, though thought them finding him in his tattered state, would be more fitting, shooting a grappling hook to the ceiling. Just as the villain jumped from the window, the Titan's entered, screaming, Beast Boy's ears perking as he barked, turning back to his human form.

"I hear something!"

"Is it Robin?" Raven asked in her usual monotone voice.

"I can't be sure…I think so, but…" The green teen trailed off, looking worried.

"What is of the wrong, friend Beast Boy?" Star asked catching the look.

"I hear…crying…"

"Lead the way, man!" Cyborg said already running towards the only door other than the one they'd entered through, Beast Boy turning into a wolf to take the lead.

Robin sat, eyes shut, wishing nothing more than death, deciding that if he stayed he'd soon die, hoping Slade had left him to rot. Robin gritted his teeth, having heard the door creak open once more.

"Robin? Robin?!" Cyborg screamed running to the restrained teen, shooting a hand to his mouth. "That sick bastard!" The humiliation was overwhelming, he'd just been violated, and by Slade, his enemy. Robin felt tears still sliding down his cheek, adding to his shame he still bent over the chair, a pink mix of blood and cum still sliding down his thighs.

"Is he d-dead" Beast Boy asked head turned, unable to see his leader in this state, though still crying.

"No he still has a pulse, plus you can't cry if your dead." Raven assured the green teen, turning back to the restrained boy. "Robin, are you conscious?" Robin tried to make some sort of sound, to say anything to his team, but found himself in no state and the world crackled around him, melting like an old film.

Robin sat in the dark abyss for a while hearing only his thoughts echo throughout the pitch black room, before light blurred, reveling a large infirmary.

"Wha-?" Robin asked looking around to see Starfire laying in a chair at his side.

"Friend Robin, you are of the awake! " Star smiled flying from the room, soon returning to the room, followed by the three remaining Titans who looked down, even Raven sporting a rare smile.

"What happened…?" Robin asked still weak from his long hibernation.

"We where fighting Slade, when you where shot with a dart, after testing the drug we found out it was much like the fear drug, the joker made." Robin remembered that drug, that horrible drug, remembering the dream he had had.

"Yah dude, you've been screaming for three days, what where you dreaming about?" Beast Boy asked Raven soon elbowing him in the ribs. "Ow!" Robin's eyes widened, mask hiding the tear close to over flowing, Robin shook his head, gripping his head as a sharp pain hit him. Hissing in pain he felt a pill press to his lips. The hero quickly opened his mouth accepting a glass of water.

"Thanks cy, I don't really remember the dream." Robin lied settling on the soft bed. 'it felt so real…I could feel every sharp stabbing pain, just like the first time it'd happened…' Robin thought eyes drooping without his permission, as he once more feel into a deep, though not as deep as the last, sleep.

Yay for mental issues which I probably need to be put into a mental hospital for!

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I'm sorry if it's like the chapter 11 in Too Late because I made this in-between chapters

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