I thought this would be cutish, so here it is, a cutish tale, woven from the wool of 'IMAGINATION'.
Disclaimer - Still don't own.
Warnings - Implied sladin I guess.
Sick day
*Insert funny quote about being ill here*
"Titans go!" Robin screamed, leading his team into a fearsome battle against their, or more likely, his, arch nemesis. At least that's how he used to see him. Now he was more like his enemy with benefits, having decided to use each other a while back to release pent up frustrations, starting as simple sparing, though turning into something more sexual around his nineteenth birthday. Despite, they'd decided their outside activities wouldn't affect their day to day lives, meaning Slade kept stealing and Robin kept trying to stop him, keyword trying, now finding himself stuck fighting bots, sure they were simply a distraction.
It wasn't long when the boy found himself cut off from the other Titans, group having been forced away from their leader mid battle, now standing bo-staff at the ready, staring into the masked face, growling as he took fighting stance.
To the boy's surprise the man made no attempt at pursuing his advancement, simply standing, as though made from concrete, a statue.
"Go home." Robin was taken completely by surprise at the words, eyes widening slightly.
"What?" He was dumbfounded, Raising a curious brow in the others direction.
"Go home, you're sick."
"I'm not sick, it's just allergies." He repeated the line he'd used earlier on his team, still weary of the other, which was good as the Slade ran his way a moment later. Trying to strike the man proved futile, easily evaded, older male grabbing him around the waist, making his eyes widen.
"Slade…!" He whispered, careful not to alert his team.
"You're hot." A hand found his forehead despite his struggle. "burning actually."
"We agreed our arrangement wouldn't affect our work, Slade, now put me down!" He warned, recalling the pact.
"This has nothing to do with that, boy, I'm merely concerned for your well being." He said in a serious tone. "Now go home."
"I can't take days off, Slade. You know that." He huffed, crossing arms over chest, feeling a tickle in his throat, refusing it.
"The city will be fine for a day, boy." He was ill and the man refused to leave it be.
"Why do you even care! It doesn't affect you in any way."
"Oh, but it does. As much as it may surprise you, I rather prefer you living, I am in no way a necrophiliac." The boy would have laughed if not for the peaking frustration, still held firm at the waist.
"I'm not going to die from a cold, Slade."
"How do you know it's a cold?" Silence met him, leading him to continue. "Exactly, now go home."
"The fact that I happen to have a bug doesn't change the fact that I have to protect the city."
"You have a high fever, this isn't something you can simply take Dayquil for, so go home and go to bed, and if you're not better tomorrow, go to the doctor." He narrowed his eye, frustration with the hero clear, Robin not wiling to state he'd already taken Dayquil.
"I can't." He felt his arm tugged, eyes going wide. "Slade!" He tried to shake the grip, Slade having him in a death lock before he found his objective.
"Slade! Let him go!" Cyborg said, having just finished off the last bot, seeing their leader with an arm held behind him, neck pulled to the man's chest.
"Take him home." He released the boy, edging him towards his friends, who looked on with confused expressions. "He's sick."
"Slade, I told you I'm fine! It's just a cold!"
"Go home."
"No."
"Go home."
"No."
"Go home."
"No."
"Go home."
"No!"
The Titans eyes darted from their leader to the villain as they talked in turn, confused and terrified at the same time, sure Slade had completely lost it and would kill Robin out of the blue.
"R-" Cyborg was interrupted almost immediately.
"Go home or else."
"I'm not going home, I'm fine."
"Mad mod." The bird went wide eyed, paling as their safety word was uttered, though they soon narrowed.
"You wouldn't dare." He tried, fists shaking slightly at his sides, as anger fueled his expression, glare so intense, the Titans took a few steps back.
"Try me." He sent back an equally terrifying glare of his own, a deathly quiet filling the air as silence enveloped them, the boy's team shrinking farther still, even Raven concerned for the end result of the silence.
"Let's go." Robin huffed, turning away from the man, team following him with their eyes, hesitating before following, making their way home, the alarm silent for the remainder of the day, Robin coughing and sleeping for the entirety.
Hope you liked it. This is my life, and I have accepted it.
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