Sladin or Bust! - Expicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin -

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Give and Take

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I caved, so let's see if this isn't like Rebel yell Rated M version?

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Dances across rooftop were nice, yet usually one was courted BEFORE they let their feet leave that ground level pavement for some hard concrete high rises and the like.

" Stop!"

The boy wonder of this city was finding it difficult to keep up with a single, unnamed escaped convicted felon. A shadow that seemed to move fluidly in the night, he'd believed it one of his old foes, yet before turning eighteen this year he wanted to at least pin down another thorn in his side and then settle down into this new role he'd given himself credit for deciding on.

Yet again, night after night that thief was right in front of him. Richard John Grayson come to this new city in Bludhaven New Jersey to become his own kind of hero…well, he still didn't have a new costume yet, nor did he have a clue what criminals lurked within the walls of Haven. Here, the law was corrupt as much as in Gotham. He had a plan; starting with a career in the local precinct, eventually, he'd give back to this city while taking down that corruption from within and at its core.

In a few months, he'd be going into a training program for officers of the law.

Here, he was still Robin, yet not as flamboyant and graceful as he'd been in his youth.

Here; to catch a thief, you had to think like one, on your feet at all times.

"Freeze!" He shouted once more, yet to no avail; the shadow just kept on fighting his words, undoing his good image with each passing flip through the air.

Dick Grayson, a ward still of Bruce Wayne in Gotham City. Just as he didn't belong there, he still felt like an outsider here, in this city. This stupid run in three extra times once he'd arrived here with his mystery night – dancer, this tonight just wouldn't cut it.

But, boy…. was he fast!

"That's enough!" Dick launched himself at the character, just before it was about to jump. It was a dirty, desperate move, yet this had gone on for too many nights.

"Cease and desist! I'm taking y –

" Anch!"

He was kicked?? In the face!?

Robin felt at his jaw, at least it was unbroken, he grunted.

"Stay where you are! -

"Huh?" He looked up, wide eyed and unable to find the thief – currently not in front of him. Looking down over the ledge, he saw not even a speck, so…

"You really don't know when to quit, do you, little bird."

Dick swung his head around, just in time to catch a glimpse of who he had been chasing all this time along midnight rooftops.

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Tall, almost automatically authoritarian by perspective, it wore armor up to its neck and to its steel - toes.

How it moved like lightening every step of the way. It also he'd noted, worn a heavy - armored mask that was too in shadow to see one side of its face. Still, all Dick saw was a steel grey eye poking out from that subliminal darkness.

He eyed the animal, the same one now cornering over and corralling the boy wonder to towards a fall over the side of that lone roof. Dick took to holding in a defensive stance and let the criminal goad him, just long enough to get out of this tight spot.

"There is nothing here for you." The crook cocked hi head to the side, looking bored almost. Cocky.

"Aren't you a little far from your own city, kid?"

Dick grunted and felt the jab, hardly.

That voice, however…

"This IS my city, now." Dick defended his role with a smirk. "I'm going to be Blud's new clean up organizer and you are interrupting my flow." He said confidently, or less than by how tight his posture was. "I want you out, or I won't hold back." He promised to the crook with a cockier grin on his face.

"Oh, that's not exactly news to me…. how you hunt my back, as much as I've done of your criminals here in this slum city." The man was bored! He'd leave at this rate. Dick had to keep his attention, somehow…

"It's not" The kid rebuked.

"You're wrong about me, and whatever you're really after…it's not here. So, either get out now, or I take you down." Dick reached for his escrima sticks at his sides, a new set of weapons he'd developed while with the Titans were all fired up when he had a chance to find his opening and take it.

Now, with an added feature meant to stun any bad guy.

Yet even as he swung them lightly, the bulky convict was even lighter than air. He did dodge and he even got one hit in to put the hero into an even tighter bind than before.

His knee now at the small of the kid's back. His opponents expensive toys a few feet away.

"Did my own work in other cities, didn't really thrill me. I had work here to catch up on, eventually. Made my round a couple of nights." The male leaned into Dick's spine whereas he believed it COULD snap easily from an extra bit of pressure granted to the same spot.

Dick groveled though powerless and tried to kick, yet he was trapped beneath a suit so super – swat that it was almost –

Dick's heart sped up.

Super, as in…

Military.

Mercenary.

A bob of his throat told the convict everything he needed to know.

Leaning down a bit of himself to catch at the kid's trembling lobe, he chuckled, stirring a new fear within the original boy wonder beneath the merc's bulk.

"I came to gain something, yet I find you here…in fact, didn't you just turn eighteen, Robin?"

Dick bit back a gasp.

"Let me congratulate our new recruit to the force with a gift of my very own. Blud must have been thrilled to take you in, still with nothing to lose. But I don't buy it for a second." The man made him gasp by his shifting. "You haven't endured enough to become a part of this madness."

Dick felt a yank of his belt as his ass was pushed up, hands tied in front as the criminal knew to carry cuffs around like a bad cop should.

Sweat poured from his brow to the concrete below, as Dick Grayson realized that this grabby merc had no intention of leaving empty handed.

He'd have to make a deal to ever get free of him.

This was Bludhaven, not Jump city. He didn't get a respite or a corny comeback.

He just…

A belt being undone, clothing rustling unevenly.

Dick gritted his fists, even while now bound.

A zipper and a strange watery noise.

Dick braced himself as he prepared to negotiate a price.

"W-w- wait! What if…." He took in a breath, the sounds behind him stilling, drastically.

"What if, I let you finish your job, but after…that, you leave this city alo –

"Who said anything about leaving this gold mine, kid?" The male continued to straddle the younger brat down, his legs gathering bruises from the hard surfaces above and below. The merc grabbed the back of young man's thighs and brought them up higher so that his a –

Dick started to panic.

" Wait!! What if I pay you your fee so you don't have to kill for your client…. I know a –

"Ah, but you can't afford my services, boy wonder. Not even if you sold yourself out body and all…." He chuckled, "To every crime lord in Gotham. Consider this a belated birthday present for finally coming into your own. It's endearing, really…"

To the man, he was prey. To toy with, to touch lower as Dick grunted at the sudden intrusion to his rear.

Through it, when he'd not realized that his pants had been lowered in a snap while he'd tried to bargain his way out of being….

Dick shivered

Violated, by an unknown killer.

"P- please…. I can pay you…. just….don -"

The man was busy now, sickening up his fingers to reach down inside the boy's asshole.

For a second, the boy hissed and bit through the nails bumping at his tender back entrance, earning a playful chuckle from the man above him.

"After your tryst with that "special" Tamaranean on the news, you're still hopelessly a virgin. Huh, kid?"

Dick turned his head as best he could and glared at his oppressor. "She's not! –

Dick bit his tongue as soon as two of those appendages had begun to move like hot pokers inside his fluttering hole. Wet from some gummy liquid that was provided to reduce the burn, he bit the inside of his cheek until it turned purple with the formation of a fresh bruise.

"And still as tight as one, not good if you're going to play your part in this city." The man didn't care about the kid's discomfort and went a bit faster, moving side to side with his digits for some added, additional discomfort as Dick tried to push away. With his toes to the floor on his stomach; hand in front of him, he was seriously hoping a gag wasn't coming as he let out a short yelp.

"You need to relax, boy wonder." The man smoothly patted the kid's rear with a bumpy hand of Kevlar.

"I'm doing you a bigger favor than what I signed up for, be grateful for it."

"G – grateful??" Dick gasped and put his head up just a little, back arching only a sight before a third finger was added to add to the biting pain pulsing around inside his lower stomach. "You're rapin –

"I prefer to call this in your case, a last-minute christening." The man correctly, disdainfully. "You do know what it means to die twice in the line of duty, I take it?"

"N- no!" Dick shook his head as best he could manage on one side of the cold floor. "I- D- Don't!"

"Then, must I say you're in for a shocker. Get ready, little bird."

"Re- ready? –

It, was nothing like the three digits had done. The man had deliberately DISTRACTED Dick from knowing that he'd removed his fingers, to be replaced by something less flexible. Ridged and solid, as it found its home within the hero's not dripping ass in mere seconds.

Dick's eyes went wild as he shuffled forwards to find his escrima, yet the bad man just pulled him back under. "How rude, you'll take my gift inside you and you'll thank me for everything after. Wait and see, boy…" The man leaned down as his knee was no longer crushing the kid.

But a metallic chest with some of the plates removed.

To drive him into the rooftop as the male pulled out, and then began to thrust inside the screaming boy wonder's asshole.

"Because here…" The man's breath caught the kid off guard, hypnotic as he continued to thrust at a pace that burned the boy from the inside out.

"There is no daddy bats, and there are no Titans here to save you…"

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He was flipped up, over, onto his back and hung over by his cuffs to the wall on what looked to be a light fixture as the man kept pumping the brat full of his stinking hot sperm. How the sweat on the inside Dick's legs now mingled together with man's sticky come after he'd had his very first orgasm, caused exclusively by –

"Ung!"

This man had not quit! How long was he going to remain limp like a rag doll? He had… to get…back…

"Feeling too, tired out? Fine by me." The man hoisted the boy up higher on his post until Dick's slender legs were nearly above his head. Splayed on both sides as the male held him up even higher with two hands spreading both cheeks a bit wider as he went in deep. Too deep, while Dick couldn't focus on how thirsty he was getting. A headache was starting to form as his just wanted this to end.

"Could fuck you silly until the sun comes up. Let everyone below miss your moaning my name…. Do you want to come now, boy? Have me let you down?"

"Y –

" Ang!"

"I don't think so." The man gripped the kid's cock to stop him from coming, the ultimate betrayal. The kid whimpered and shook his head, ebony hair already drenched in sweat and splattered with so much caked come, that it wouldn't come off in the shower once he was set free.

Birds had to fly free. This was wrong, he'd gone to Blud to stop this sort of treachery…now, he'd just ended up a victim to it…to a psychopath with a super- enhanced libido who wouldn't stop poking him senseless in the butt!

He let out that extra hot, moan as the boy just couldn't fight it, his head was killing him… this job would be tougher now that he had a new enemy to put behind bars.

"I think we should end this" the man bounced his toy until it kicked its legs out with a sharp twitch, desperate to come at long last. "I so don't wish to dampen your time here as it is."

The merc did something his toy might have believed an act of mercy – not in the job description as he began to run a set of fingers over the boy's man handled, smaller cock. Friction building as the kid's eyes bulged back open.

Dick writhed in the heat of the moment as he knew he'd earned the right to let go. But never…

A yell out as his whole shaking body went limp, thighs dripping wetly as the man returned to pump his now coated fingers into the boy's sullied hole for good measure. With an extra sigh, he'd not pulled out that one hand. The other only still left to pat the kid's ass as if it were his noble steed having done a knightly duty.

That, left his prey to come a third time as the kid finally moaned out at the friction to his abused prostate.

"Found your weak spot, little bird. What an ass you've got..." Purred the merc as he let the kid fall with his sticky tights now twisted round his lankey young legs, making it hard to stand up at all. He was shivering and so damn traumatized by the itch that hadn't come back down. He was here with the peak of dehydration and his clothes…no, they'd also not seen this much action since Plasmus.

"You took it like a pro. Not bad, kid." The man was in need of no such thanks as Dick shot a glare at the man, even if he was still a ruined wreck by his boots.

"Who knows." The man seemed to ignore the bat glare as he pretended to think deeply aloud to himself. "Maybe you'll change my mind yet…" The killer turned away to readjust his own clothing. Dick's vision was becoming a bit blurrier, until the man tossed down something into the kid's way.

"Hydrate. You'll get altitude sickness at this height if you don't."

Dick blinked back crusted tears and tried to steady himself to his knees to take the man's other parting gift.

"I will have you and this city, Robin." The man for sure voice…his voice had struck Robin as that chuckle in his mind played over and over again.

"Who…." Dick swallowed with one hand atop the bottle by his feet. The man looking down at the brat as Robin looked up at this terrible figure with such dread. More than before. As if a gun loaded to his skull, ready to fire.

"Who…who are you?"

The merc paused and brought his lone eye to meet the abused kid's masked ones. His ass a fine shade of red, painted with white streaks of cum not yet fully dried atop it. Delicious to any horny super villain, thought the mad man.

"You can call me Deathstroke." The man smiled behind the mask, which was still too hard to see – only revealing that dim black on one side. "And you and I are certainly destined to meet again, even if we already have in another time."

Dick gasped as the masked marvel of fear leaped over the other opposite side of the same ledge they'd flown across. He'd left only a name, an ominous feeling and an unused water bottle to the kid, the new sole vigilante and protector of the city of Bludhaven as Dick forced himself to get up and contacted the only person he knew in this city.

He was gone on that hop down, while silence settled around the violated boy wonder.

He was wrong, he still wasn't eighteen until a few days from now, Dick sniffled and went for his unit as he spotted his belt where the merc had first taken him.

He cradled the still together piece of tech, shivering and near pants -less atop the roof of some city district he didn't recognize.

"Babs…." He forced out the words in a dry croak. "I am in a bit of a tough spot. Got hit pretty hard…ow…" He rubbed his ass while it still smarted, hoping he could at least gloss over the worst parts of his encounter. Keeping a stiff upper lip, Dick killed the call and then curled himself up on the rooftop, not caring if he had to let it all out, not wanting to go back out there until he was sure he'd never see that face in the dark again.

But he'd not made his price clear enough, he would have Robin and this city. The kid gulped and felt new tears prickle down his cheeks, hotly. "Bruce is gonna have my head if he finds out about this..." The few moments it took were filled with painfully sore steps to his apartment to heal, to shower off the slick episode of cum and blood, and of course to sleep and pray that he'd find a way to face tomorrow.

His eyes popped back open, just before letting his skull hit the pillow. Damp droplets onto his towel making the kid shiver, yet not by the temperature dropping tonight.

He gasped; his mouth unable to shut.

'It..can't be him! No." He bit his lip and curled up into a ball on his bed. Wishing it were a mistake.

"Can…. can it?"

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In this universe, Deathstroke has gone over to Blud and doesn't mind putting Dick in the big boy seat to tell him what's what of his new role. Sadly, this is bad and I wanted to test if I had t in me to continue with these sladin one shots which will not be an in fear that they are eh, you get the picture. Snippets to come, see more debauchery in rated M! Blood, gore, all that and so much more.