Nightwing; A Series of Doubts – Give and Take –
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Chapter 30: A Hazy Winter's Snowfall
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Dick groggily sat up.
Or, he tried to act as if he could.
Outside, the grounds above and below roofs here were white.
He realized the location before a low purr had the hero turn his attention to the window.
He was in a bed.
He stared at the sheets, pulling them up with a wince.
"You tried to fight the bot that brought you here, but you're safe now."
Slade's voice was no comfort in the dark as he saw the man's face by the window, his unmasked complexion reflecting on something.
Something foul that Dick had no time for, gathering what he could before nearly stumbling from the bed, woozy…?
"you….drugged me?"
"For the pain, in that shoulder you hit." Slade started to move as Dick's grip tightened round the post of the bed. "No…I need to go back –
"Cobb wanted you turned against them, against your Bat. Against me ."
His voice was almost mercurial by how he recalled his fight with the proud Talon, not even knowing the face of his own demise.
He had no right to have his wish granted. He'd barely looked or done as Slade, gotten closer while the boy was still finding himself a place in this world. Cowards, such winged disasters.
Deepening his tone, the man walked over to the bed where his pet lain stretched no more upon it.
He could be wrong, however…. Dick had tried to get away, to change his loyalty to spite his teacher. No. His KEEPER. (WARNINGS COMING!)
"I…. didn't want you to hurt me, you don't have that right. I don't want a murderer for a caregiver."
The words did sting, yet Dick was at fault, so Slade brushed off the comment with a grin and a small chuckle.
"You? Where would you go, then? Without the Bat to keep you afloat, you'd be a wreck without someone, Dick…. I was that someone –
"Because you forced all of my ideals into a pile, to BURN them! To satisfy YOU!"
Slade saw the malice in that look. It was, so unnatural, and yet…
He wanted to stretch it like putty in his hands.
It. Was time to live out the prophecy of the times. Nightwing needed him, he told himself. Inching closer, gripping Dick's swollen wrists and having him lie beneath the monster, his one eye of ice and and flares so hot. So wicked, that Dick sweat beneath the mere mortal made a king of everything and more.
Of his world and his word, of the laws that bound them forever, as the ball never came. The project, arriving ahead of schedule.
Dick shook his head, the man with a set of fingers to grip the boy's jaw in for a forced kiss. The lips not enough as his other hand wandered to find his own belt. The boy was left in his boxers, no top. No protection…
Oh, in the future?
There was more time for this without a risk of illness, for Slade was no carrier. He was a meta that could never be slain by the virus of a maleficent company, nor of the woes that humans faced daily.
Of love, he'd steal into it. He'd be close enough to devour those lips as Dick continued to whimper and push at his mentor's chest. The belt loop undone, his pants falling a slight as he palmed himself to proper slickness. The precum already forming to d just that as Dick attempted to pound the man's sides, digging his nails into the man's large neck. No shirt. It was a go, as Slade lowered his cock in hand to rub against its target, the boy's cried muted as the man's tongue made it all possible to forget.
That this other Slade, had no patience for a prophecy. He just wanted in.
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Tim shook his head.
Owls were scattered, but Cobb.
He looked on at the unmoving corpse that Batman had run a biopsy on to be totally sure.
Cobb, was Slade's kill. Still.
He'd fought Slade, he'd pushed that piece of crap over while Todd had to pull the teen off. He'd nearly gutted the gallivanting jerk with his staff…. he'd…nearly put Bruce in the hot seat with his performance.
Tim covered his eyes with a hand as he heard it…
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"Don't move."
Slade turned slowly to view not the bat at his back, but a smart – red bird. The youngest, his staff clutched for the desire of a killer's blow to come.
To strike down the enemy as Ra's would have liked to see someday.
Slade, would be the first as he graced Timmy with a wave.
"You've caught up to me. Your father must call you a natural, Red Robin."
"You don't know what you've done to us…" Tim sneered back, not caring if the man rebutted his compliments once he was ten feet under.
"We're going to settle this, I win? You hand over Dick and stop terrorizing my family. This city and Dick's life goes back to being his choice."
"His future, was sealed the day I took him." Scoffed the merc, his hands traveling to his holsters by his hips.
Guns?
"Make this a fair fight." Tim was not ok with mentioning that it could be, let alone that Slade was a thief and a liar.
"Galileo did get one prediction right, by the way."
Slade cocked his head, wondering if the brat would ever shut up and start his little feud over, fixing the time line. Destroying Slade's right to have….
Would he, or could he bluff any less?
Slade's last venture was to those guns, but his first was to smoke pellets. Something told him that the Bat was coming. That was the last thing this Slade had wanted.
"You said you'd destroy Dick by inserting yourself into his life, to keep him from changing his mind. But the thing is…. he won't care about you – you've never changed once. Not for him, and time?" Tim flashed a grin as he had himself in fighter's stance. Slade was sure to take his bitty bait.
"Time doesn't care. It keeps moving if you can't keep up with those changes, old man!!"
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Tim parried with his staff as Slade pulled out his staff soon after that quip, instead. He was a barrage of force, the killer's man power so massive that Tim had to evade even more attacks than what he'd bargained, rather than land his own one hit. Yet, he'd done it.
Deathstroke was all his.
"Killer Croc had better swats – bet your time put you in the slammer hardly, or…. whoa... serum…was…. rejected!"
"It's the same, in any…. universe…. brat!"
Slade saw this was going to take all night, so why put a hold on the hero's fun?
The blade came down, staff to swords with Slade's other weapons had been forgotten.
"The bat can't be saved by his small soldiers. Make him take…. some responsibility."
Tim frowned and raised his staff again, a shocking tip giving off electrical coursing pulsations as Slade laughed at the red bird's waning moment of courage.
"The boy wonder of yesterday will do as I wish; he knows I can't leave; his real enemy is dead." Slade went on the offense, his one error forgotten inside the time stream of another fated outcome.
"Slade….You can't stay!! I won't let you corrupt him!!"
Tim came at Slade, and then….
Snow fell. Blood soaking it in drops as Tim's rage no longer reminded him of what he was to his enemies, but to THIS enemy.
The blood on his hands was surely going to stain.
~Like how Dick's scars will never heal without us…without someone to kick him when he's down. ~
Tim gasped. That voice!
The other Slade's eye was on Red Robin as the bird took what he wanted, slamming that dead weight into the ground of an open back ally.
Slade kicked and twisted up, jabbing the bird to reach for the first fire escape he could spot.
He climbed it, flipping and coming up into a landing crouch as Tim drove his grapple gun to hit the brick above.
Slade dashed; his torso hit. Healing would be about twenty-five –
"It's over." Tim flipped into view as he came at Slade, both cascading down, their scare not the ground as Slade gripped the grapple in time to redirect it, to dislodge as Tim went down, only he had a second and used it carelessly to pick himself up.
Slade swung up to the roof and shot off as fast as his legs could go. The voice…what had it been around for?? The ground crunched as snow piled, into the minutes.
Hour up, as he was again cut off by a never wounded enough bat brat.
Birdarangs clanked to stop him from advancing as Slade turned, his head not the one thing to watch for as a staff was out and he catapaulted his legs to dodge it, the hit a fury as he had shown.
The kid was holding back, so Slade did not think fair would have him closer to his sleeping prince in time. He plucked out his gun, yet Tim just flung a smoke pellet storm and dashed through it.
~I won't look back at you the same. This is our fight. ~
The boy was possessed as it all made sense.
Tim was capable of housing an inward guilt that was dificult to spot, being too composed to realizze it as the figment that this alternate had destroyed…
The boy looked through him as a gleam past his eye holes told the alternate fake everything he needed to guess.
~I've got you. So, what is the verdict? ~
"The…boy….you took his mind –
"Body, like you did to Dick."
Tim…Tim was ok with it??
The fake was devastated. His plan was flawless – now, the other had found a way to drip through the cracks and sully his time here. To TAKE it ALL back!!?
Tim raised his arm as the birdarangs looked as a knife to the unfortunate alternate self of the former.
"He's pissed because you just didn't care…. because Dick is there alone and you just didn't care if it hurt! You kept it all…you can't BE in this world….!" Tim's wrist pulled forth and he was to the merc as a big cat to its tamer. Pinning him on his back. The birdrang this close. This CLOSE as the voice coaxed him to fix the past. To form a new future that Dick could come home to.
~We never wanted this…. we never wanted you to take over...to make a mess on your own….you'll either go or be destroyed….you can't stay and hurt my –
"TIM!"
Tim was shaking as he let the gavel fall. Slade shoving the boy off as he was faint, drained since the possessor had taken off. Bruce and Spoiler were right there. They had made it…they had…
Snow fell and covered his cowl as Tim pulled his down and wept quietly into the ground.
"B….h…he…. got……a- a-away...!" The boy behind the cowl was Tim Drake. One day, he'd be responsible for Wayne's many factions – yet until that day came…
He still needed to breathe once and a while, as Stephanie gripped him hard and he cried like nothing could be done.
"I'm sorry…. He…he…. got…away..."
"I know." She petted his head soothingly, not caring how his pain was seeping down into her cloak.
Bruce looked over the area. He was, but the snow even so…
Bruce crouched to see it for himself.
His blood was still fresh. But what would it do to collect it before the rest of those properties vanished.
Cold kept, yet Slade was anything but a natural specimen.
And right now, he looked to his son and adopted daughter.
Tim and Steph needed to know they didn't have to remain out in that biting wind on the first day of winter…
Today, as the sun rose was the solstice.
Dick would want the spring back, so Bruce could only prey that he'd see it too.
Come spring, he'd still be flying as before, instead of remaining their flightless song bird.
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Slade took only the purest of pleasures meant to claim as Dick cried out after being entered. The snow was lovely as it created frost flake patterns over the glass of their nest. Getting to a safe house was best, the lair could wait. He saw sweat coat the kid's chest as he licked his lips and craned down for a taste of the child's obedience… finally. They stayed that way until Dick's breathing had been reduced to lesser gasps. Until his trembling was just basic movement. Until these shifts were fluid enough to let himself be stretched and filled. The corners of his ass tighter than it had been with a rod or a dildo crammed inside as a part of his training.
He was no longer a boy as of today in Slade's eyes, as Dick groaned at the rush of endorphins in his blood and to the bowels as he fidgeted, Slade getting him tucked better for a clearer aim, for he wouldn't hold back tonight.
His teeth met the boy's throat as that groan had the man's lips purr. The sensation of having his toy beneath afraid to say he enjoyed this, that all of those little nightly tastes and touches were about to lead him to this. To being present and to BECOME Slade's best present. His winter bird, his blue bird, as Dick tilted back his dark locks, the dye still in it but barely.
"You've wanted me this long; I can see it…so don't worry…" Slade let his teeth unlatch from the hero's throat, to leave and find his tender nipples, pink and perfectly erect.
He thumbed one and saw the hero's eyes dizzier than when he cock had been grabbed.
"We'll go slow…I can do gentle for your first time…. Dick…"
Slade went for the kid's mouth as Slade's reaction was not that Dick clung to him. No, he was right. The drug added into his pain relief treatments was something of an aphrodisiac on the milder side. He'd earned it, being battered after running off without his owner.
Slade kissed that sweet face as his pet squirmed a little at the close contact. His lashes beaded with teardrops, he was still staring, still making the man remain in that bed...
Wanting it to go harder, faster.
Batting as an unmated doe in the glen, such a lovely image indeed.
Slade just thrust in to start up the cries again; those that were to come after he'd realized it.
That Dick was going to really lose it all.
Nightwing would officially become his, Slade's object of desire and destruction.
He put a dent into the mattress, squarely sealing them both to their roles.
As sacrifice and the taken, Slade had a responsibility to his prize being well kept.
Dick's face must have gone strawberry red as he cried and bawled by the shock; the time before so far away in his memory, that this could very well be…
His first.
Slade thrust in, raising the young man's legs up as before. Dick's heart and head heavy from whatever drug Slade had given him, folded to provide a red-carpet display to his tutor as Slade went further. A step more as he rammed in deep, breath hot against the hero's miserable face.
Flashbacks were for sure definitely spinning webs of madness inside the brat's skull, as Slade grinned into the boy's ear, biting Richard's pink lobe with a small nip and a lick, the trail not nearly as slick as the hero's hole, which still refused to relax long enough to take the man's cock seriously.
"How…. does….it feel?" Slade panted in his ear, Dick's expression going numb, not enough energy to try and sleep. Not enough stamina to push the man back as he was taken. As his promise to touch and fill Dick with the man's come was deliberately rescinded forever.
"S- Slade…. you…you…. prom –
"I didn't have to take you at all."
Slade shoved his toy into the mattress until he could feel the springs of it impaling him, just nearly.
"I chose you, boy….and you could never THANK me for all that I…. have….done!"
Dick cried out as he saw a bulge move, was that –
He screamed. Hands over his face and ears, he wept and shook, the face of a child coming out of being drugged to high hell.
Now, back down to earth as Slade let the bird sing on.
His own hot puddle of come was starting to escape from the kid's hole as he came a bit earlier. A bit too excited to see his pretty pet so delightfully ravished as in his universe. Though, here he could say it.
There, he was dead. Buried because he'd rejected this Slade.
Dick felt his throat close from so much dripping mucus going down it that he had to drool and spit, still weeping as if this were his first time.
"Robin is…no more in MY universe!" Fake Slade growled as even more seed was deposited into that rear, his hands moving to grip the hero's hips as Richard was made to sit in the man's lap. Head and body swaying as if he still had no more control. Lost in lust and the desire to let it all vanish with his tears into the night, growing thicker fatter.
Like the man's member being guided back into his ass, plenty ripe for the taking.
"You'll stay with me, make me see it…"
The sucking noises of skin on skin were grating to the young cop as he just let Slade finish. If he cried and fought anymore, he'd be pushed further into a state of breaking. Slade was not going to stop on a dime. He had all the time in the damned universe to make THIS universe and Richard's ass his second home.
The man's, cum slick cock pressed past his prostate as Dick let out a dry moan, and again Slade came.
Richard felt his body betray him… he, was so close ….
"You want to come, little blue bird?" Slade gripped at his pet's throat to see how clear his eyes were getting. How he was nearly asleep in the man's lap, still being torn apart and fucked as he bobbed along for the ride like a good protégé to this mad man.
The younger man's enemy was neither batted nor ignored as Dick's bitten lips slowly, worded a silent "yes."
Slade's grin was devious indeed as he moved one hand to Richard's ignored penis. A set of fingers brought it ready to climax as Slade brought Dick in for a kiss to hold him still as he was filled once more a pure white.
Just as the first snow out their window, Gotham did look lovely when there was no one there to protect it properly.
Slade let Dick fall limply into his chest, body soft and pliant as he had lost most of his strength from that earlier display of weakness and giving in.
Slade planted a kiss upon his forehead and Dick had no strength to stop him.
"And after this, I want you to swear you'll never leave…I've decided to keep you beside me. Even if Nightwing wants to roam free…. he's still meant to stay on a short leash."
Slade petted the bat's child. Now his prize.
No longer wearing the colors of his past, yet what Slade had given to his –
"I don't think I'd call THIS a happy enough ending."
Dick gasped, his eyes darting up to see…
The other Slade had Dick's wrists pinned as he got up and moved slowly.
As another hunter in their midst, was already here.
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WHO IS IT THAT FOUND THEM??? FIND OUT! Last chapter (s) and epilogue coming soon!!