Nightwing: A Series of Doubts – Give and Take –

by Inkblot24

Dick Grayson leaves the Titans at seventeen going on eighteen to the city of Bludhaven to make something of himself. He has only his few allies, no reputation and no new costume to strike fear into the hearts of Haven's very worst mobsters. That is, until he meets a mercenary who turns his whole outlook onto its head. Dick then has to make a choice; save the city or save himself?

18. Do As You Do – Or As You Order Me To

Nightwing; A Series of Doubts – Give and Take –

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Chapter 18: Do As You Do – Or As You Order Me To

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"Your leads are getting pretty slim, Bruce."

It had been now nearly two months and the hunt had forever, carried on.

A tale of two cities; two forces for good were still looking for their missing iconic hero, both bound in their own set of impressive chains.

The news had shown that a new hero was gone, and another simply appeared yet was never seen…all footage was never shot or reported in BludHaven…. none of it for two whole months, a conspiracy afoot, as Tim had quoted of Sir Conan Doyle's work.

This problem went even bigger, all believing that Robin had something to do with such theatrical heroics on a more subliminal page as Babs typed on with a frenzy of theories to analyze through them, blindly seeking a reason to go on. To let go of the person who'd shoved her aside.

He was blinder than she, so she refused the idea and kept searching for more clues within the old case of Galileo.

"To the stars we have order, and chaos, bred the cosmos in which exist to realize…. I Don't get it!"

~ Barbie, if you need my expetise on this, just ask…but, you're screaming into the COMM. ~Tim told the heroine as her cheeks burned red. Like, if Slade's from a different time –

~ This one might have swapped and just, I dunno what he was like. A villain, sure…but a serial killer and a stalker?? ~ Tim asked them both. ~ He's more delusional than beefy to me. ~

"Ah, don't put that thought in either of our heads –

~ Well, Dick's been assaulted by that Slade and may have Stockholm. ~

Babs stopped typing a minute to listen.

~ Todd told me that he's seen Dick before, but it was the last time about the time we got our buts kicked by that freak –

"Dick…is no freak, Tim." She bit her lip and put her hands back to the screen to move a few images via touch. A shortcut to have her diagram in better order.

"His tech is futuristic, even the crap he probably brainwashed our Robin with." Bab told the younger hero. "I don't want him to end up completely washed and laid out to dry by the time we do know where the real Slade Wilson has gone…I just –

~ Breaking news! Gotham is in panic as the Joker just escaped from his cell this –

~Barbara. Timothy. I need you both here to –

~WE KNOW."

Both heroes told Batman as he cut the line and they all got to work at stopping a killer clown from building a new tower with, his face on it. Far better than chasing some unnamed shadow down a dark alleyway…

Far, by far.

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And by far from and away, they did after all speak of Blud, now home to a rather notorious ally of the good and undone of today…

Yet, he still lacked that loyalty during a session between he, and his rude teacher.

Sneaking back into the safe house, his suit was layered in mud this time, an absolute dumpster fire –

"Did I teach you to degrade yourself like that, blue bird?"

Dick turned as the lights glared down on him, one person leaning by the switch as those robots came to strip him on command of his combat suit. A prototype that Slade didn't very much agree with.

"I don't care for you squinting my way, kid. You did manage to put KG Beast into the slammer." He knew it was just target - practice for his unruly little bird, hair brown and growing a bit, eyes to match but…he knew that those were only temporary. "Shouldn't you say something? Out with it!"

"I did, sir…. but the Bat –

"He'll be trouble if he catches on." Slade stormed forth and had the bots rip at the kid's clothing with savage fingers, his eyes widening for the worst to come while Slade snapped his wrist again.

The bots only gripped him, keeping Richard pinned on his knees, now. The first task completed as they stayed forever silent.

"You answer, when I expect you to and... You do not. EVER ." Slade reached and snapped the mask from Richard's face, seeing those brown orbs wasting his energy. "Withhold information from me…he growled at the kid, ire in that one eye so very potent to fracture his bones where Richard knelt so lowly…so, powerless.

"Especially…. about the BAT. Is that clear? Your loyalty is being tested yet, again!" He motioned to the bots as they helped to wrench Dick's knees apart.

This was the game. Slade would never touch him there or gouge him with his cock directly, but fingers; toys and teeth, tongue or lips? Those were ok, as the man had made it so.

" Where is it." Slade looked down at Richard's frightened face as he couldn't answer – not until Slade gripped his mane like a wild horse and made him do so.

"WHERE are your ESCRIMA ?"

"Back..." Dick forced out, more hand signals for the bots to bring both to the man holding Dick's scalp for ransom.

"You were flighty out there, little bird." Slade gripped the metal polymer rod with gloves still on, in his Slade uniform. He only used it when he did a debriefing, or when it was to punish. As Slade in the flesh, he simply pulled the kid closer to him in bed, made his little star spill out a galaxy of milky white come as he rubbed between Dick's slick thighs. He even made Richard do some sweet oral when he wasn't too busy grading the kid's workload, but those got tiresome eventually.

Last night? Had been a break so he could finish up a course online. Try to get through the last Criminology class so that he'd be ready to fly over to Jersey and really get bombarded by a bunch of cocky men in blue. Not, sexually, of course.

It would be easier to see that face again. To know that Slade's mighty – morphing robots could play hero while Dick went and became another of Blud's finest under Slade's orders.

Slade nodded as the bot's turned the kid round. He needed his legs to work, but that pretty ass cold use a few new marks to replace the old.

"Turn him for me."

Dick was wrestled to show it as he'd ended up on his hands and knees, ass to Slade as the stick was mere inches from his clenching hole. It looked to be dry at the moment, so they'd try something new tonight instead to kill for a few extra minutes before bed.

The stick went up, before it came down as hard as Slade needed it to. Right to whack Richard in a place he felt impossible –

A gasp as his eyes budged before shutting, shaking as his legs somehow went a bit wider to spread. As if a reflex from a night being anything but sober. Another game was to drug his pupil and make him answer tough questions from his own school workbook, while Slade stroked or spanked his star pupil until he got the right answers.

Made his papa proud.

While also getting the bed soaked in his drool, piss or come on any occasion.

Yet, he never put his cock inside the boy. He'd kept his word, after all. A few more months left, and that would all be worthless…

Today, was for answers and would have the same objective; find out what Nightwing was hiding from under his keeper's eye.

"So, little bird…Care to tell me why your brother came strolling into town?"

BAM!

Dick clenched his jaw and moaned in pain, Slade DEFINITELY knowing now what he'd wanted to do to his prized pupil by the time they made it under the sheets.

"Nothing at all? Aww, what a shame, Richard…. You wound me so…"

SLAM!

Dick seethed and tried to control his heart, but his poor cock was definitely staying down for the count.

He had to thank hi –

WHAP!

WHAM !

Dick shuddered and lowered himself, head to his hands as Slade let his fingers brush over the new marks he had planted, leaning down to bring up his face plate up and kiss each spot with warmed lips by the steam of his armor.

"You do, so hurt your mentor, Richard…But I won't have it –

Dick braced himself as the whack was not one, but a palm, and then that reddening in SLAP of the stick.

Hot and cold, his body could only handle so much of his punishment from a false entity.

"You'll tell me again; WHAT was TODD doing in your NEIGHBORHOOD . The community center too hard for you to handle? Too many kids to talk to? To remind you of how you're going to fail them as a hero, without MY assistance!?"

Another killer hit from his palm as the stick came to the same spot, burning all the same while Dick started sobbing by the menacing contact.

"S- Slade! S- Stop it…"

" NO!"

The new hit was twisted, as that palm grabbed the meat of his ass's skin, pulling it as the parted flesh exposed his pronounced, unclad hole. The stick –

Dick's arms reached out to try and crawl, legs moving as Slade's bots only parted his legs until he was split and lowered to the floor. A very perverted yoga pose as Slade pinched and wrung out the skin to grab and stretch it back, a kiss to that perfect ass as always, before the stick was lodged into that unprepared crevice by a dictator's loving fist.

Dick bellowed out and screamed, the burn what he imagined Slade's cock would be like in a few months…on his actual ninetieth!

Richard bawled into his shivering own arms onto the floor, face down as Slade kept on asking, while still Dick remained a mess on the concrete. The stick gliding in and out as if currently fucking him into the ground. Tearing his flesh for a quick thrill.

"Hopefully it won't get caught on anything that ridiculous. Did you think I'd be lenient, boy? Come now, you've taken toys bigger than this into your hole, in your sleep ." Slade chuckled to the bird caught in his net of lies. But this wasn't one. He HAD been stretched, even while asleep. He'd woken up tender and scared. Seeing no come and feeling spooked, despite Slade telling him that he'd not been taken.

Dick wanted to slam his head into a wall, yet Slade had forbidden him from another suicide attempt or his family would pay the price. The robots had another feature that Dick had learned about only recently. They could teleport, which did explain so much of why they had the ability to vanish in a blink.

He panted, wanting to know too….

"W- wher-

OW!!"

Dick took it all, but then Slade got a bit handsy and went for his cock once more, a gloved hand now a raw human slide of skin as the gloves…

Had come off, and…SOON…Richard started, to choke.

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Red Hood sat perched upon the spire of Blud's oldest church; St Jerome's only a few blocks from the community center where he'd seen a rather familiar frame stepping out with a small smile on his face.

Before fleeing and saving his face behind another mask.

Todd had to swoop over this time even out of the role as Red, so he pulled back the armada of weapons and tried to act, casual as he opened the doors to this unfamiliar facility.

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"Mr.…. Rick?"

"No, ah…no, ma'am." Todd chuckled and shook his head – being as arrogantly stunning as he could.

God, he wasn't B or Dickie but, he was still a rebel nonetheless.

"Oh, no…Mr.…. Todd, you said? Ah, we don't have any…" Richards" here. Only the instructor for our after-school program, and I think a life council –

"That's the one." Todd snapped his fingers. And, duh! Rick was a Richard! A less common trick was to dangle hope within reach for this assassin, and then to drag his corrupted hostage back to his shack. Apparently, he'd never heard of online classes?

"He's not in today –

"When then, will he be in this week?"

The person at the front looked through her mental files. Handing out too much info was againt the rules, and this guy was pushy…Should she call the –

"Look…" Jason put his hand to his skull and sighed, waterworks only a breadth off to win over a potential fan.

"Rick is very close to me…. I'm trying to be sure he's ok. He moved without any call or anything and we were super close. I'm sure you can tell him to just…give me a buzz. I'll swing by; what time does the life class go on until? Any chance I can sign up?"

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Slade did the honors of tending to his toy's scuffed parts that night, an apology, by keeping it in mint condition. Dick said nothing and kept his hair down, a hand coming to curl through each lock, almost curious.

"You kept it darker than I'd hoped it would stay. Just don't go and bleach it to blonde. Would look awful... You'd break your father's heart." Slade reapplied the salve he'd used before… as Richard hissed and tried to sit up, yet was pushed back down, petted as Slade shushed his protégé to lie quietly and take it.

Dick just let his head flop to the pillow mound and sighed. "How much longer…do you think?"

"Until, what?"

"Until, Batman gives up on me." Dick was sure he'd been broken like that before, over and over as it was rebuilt, that desire to wake up and see everything as normal. There was nothing to ask about, Slade was here. He was hurting, coaxing, taunting, teaching. It being dall the same.

Dick just didn't fight back while he still had a chance to get stronger. He'd missed being free as any bird up on high, though the bird with a red breast was now black.

He hissed through clenched teeth as Slade's hand dipped back over, the rest of himself spooning out and allowing a hicky to form in one long nip against the hero's tired and sore figure.

He was promised to this criminal for life. When he finally became a cop, Slade would make the tasks rougher, as his nipples were teased with the slimy salve.

Dick felt his leg jerk at the intrusion to his time off. There would be none of that as Slade took him in for a kiss, with a slow steady thrum of his heart beating away. That hot breath, the last thing he felt still him, before finally falling back into the pillows as Slade never left his side.

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Tim hadn't waited by Barbie after all, her skull pounding just as she'd made her way out to check in for the night to her apartment. Locking up behind her, the streets were dark, she'd been at the manor after a strangely vague reappearance from Joker's crew…. then, nada. She'd not seen the last –

The doorbell rang. She was already in, just slipping off her shoes…

Was…what was someone doing here, a bum maybe? A missing person in her complex?

Her dad.

Babs strapped on her courage, grabbed a makeshift item to use in case this was a robber. Being in Gotham again, it would.

She took to the nob.

Another knock knock this time, she gasped and stepped away.

No, this…was too bizarre a time!

"No way, I'm not –

The knock came again, making her skull pound.

Ticking, a ticking as she let the door swing back.

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"On her back, her spine was a mess…Joker's prints and a note. Said it was a hoot after what…" Red just bit his jaw onto his glove. "Nightwing, huh?" He tried to turn from Babs' fall, seeing Dick's face far from recoveing.

"If he finds –

"I was never here." The red masked vigilante just waved off the doomsday button of a figment; that Slade would blow them all sky high, couldn't put it past the man. Never, even a clone could do his job.

"Then, tell her I won't be back. I have seven…. eight months left, this –

"It's your life, Dick." Jason pulled out a smoke, stunning Dick. "You…started those? B always –

"For my cover a few times. Took Sionas's whole load a loot for a joyride. Right into Gotham harbor." He coolly lit the thing and gave a puff. He acted tough, but the pain. What Babs was now thinking, she'd never walk again. Ever.

And it wasn't for once his fault. It was B's for not stopping Joker.

"I'm staking it in the city too, gonna help the Outlaws play things forward. B's not gonna get the job done while his obsession's gonna make it impossible to cooperate."

"Bruce…" Dick rubbed his arm and looked at the city. His, city. This dirty, fragile state it was undermined as being.

There was life in every flicker, every flicker of hope. It still had to be out somewhere, just as Galileo had predicted by the planets and stars, so too would Dick work on building himself…even if it wasn't for his dreams to come true. Babs was hurt, still fighting.

But…

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"Dick? Are you asleep?"

Slade nudged the boy in bed. Looked to be so, so just as much, he wrestled away his arm to sit up and leave a moment.

In the next room, the door was locked and a frequency had been accessed.

With one hell of a green and purple of a celebration happening under one roof.

~ Haa!! We got em good, boys, gals and dollies! That book worm Batgirl, will be off her rump for years to come. Serves em right, eh Death Skull? ~

"Death stroke, Joker –

~ Nonsense! Call me papa – uh, Mister J man! It's so uncool being as business – formal on yer days off these days. Can't get outta those stuffy meetings. What's a "joker" to do?~

"Not like I can see the future out of a crystal ball. A skull, for that matter." Smirked the evil mastermind, who heard Joker whoop full of laughter at the clever wordplay. ~ Aha! Who knew "dead man Walken" had a sense of humor! Very good, old bean…Ehem! So, how's yer little fan boy? He callin' you sir yet? ~

"Always, yet the Bat has to be dealt with." Slade interjected smoothly. "He's getting too close; my pupil found out that his sibling was here, in Blud on a mission to reach him. I had to slap him around just a bit, but it all shows." Slade couldn't help but chuckle at the image. "He finally said his part, and his loyalty won't be gone in a year. I intend to make him brand himself one day, just to show it."

~ Gritty old man…. Oh mama…. you're giving me the heebie – jeebies just thinking about such a sorry wreck that kid'll be under yo –

Joker cleared his throat. ~ Not saying…. under, as in –

"You can. It's my form of control, after all. I thought you knew everything about that Bat's family…" Slade didn't boast in this universe, yet lunatic Slade loved a little praise and owning anything that he spoke of so highly.

~ Ah...huh…. well! Good luck with your gymnast! He's a catch, but what about the Bat? ~ Joker rubbed his hands together, liking this new ally's competence and ideas all as much as the old one.

"Why not show him how sorry you are, with a care package. Via Bruce Wayne's address…"

Joker barked a laugh, until it fell still. Just his head bobbing as his big whacko eyes had come across…something uber spectacularis! (Used to show how crazy we talkin'.)

~ Much obliged, DS and, oh! Say hello to my Jay - Jay if he swings in for a reunion with your boy…~ Joker looked to see if anyone had overheard, while Slade squinted at the news.

~ My, ehem…. our little stunt woke up the "zombie," and now he wants my head set on a flag pole outside the mayor's office…Uh - Oh…gotta fly, tough guy…preach it like you gotta, always! Hungry Harry in Arkham's VIP suite is going to the electric chair for being a bad butcher! Wow. Thought they cut the budget after Strange made a move on the city…. Heh, an' that chaos you create? IT is a miracle from the heavens to some of us bad guys, so…later, D - boy! Have fun with your loverly, waifu! ~

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Joker is like a goof, similar to his Gotham in his youth phase and plenty of sarcasm there. Dick is in trouble, and so is Red hood! Babs got pulled into a mess re – created by Slade?? Kay…went a bit far but I think it'll fit. Stay curious and, find out! Slow month, health stuff. Read on for the extra dose of Sladin coming in hot.