Teen Titans; Renegade Presents – Prison Break –
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THIS IS FROM MY REBEL YELL ONE SHOTS AND TAKES PLACE MONTHS AFTER SLADE WINS ROBIN OVER TO HIS SIDE IN ORDER TO KEEP THE TITANS ALIVE. SLADE BECOMES TOO POSSESSIVE, FAR TOO RUTHLESS SO ROBIN THINKS UP A NEW WAY TO GET A WORD OUT TO GOTHAM FOR HELP.
HE GOES STRAIGHT TO JAIL WHILE ON A CONTRACT WITH SLADE, AUTHORITIES TAKE RENEGADE TO BELLE REVE WHERE SLADE….IS DEAD SET ON GETTING HIS APPRENTICE BACK, BY ANY MEANS TO SAVE HIS REPUTATION. CROSS OVER CAMEOS WITH SUICIDE SQUAD MEMBERS, JLA, TEEN TITANS and The Batman, HARLEY QUINN SERIES AND OF COURSE, WALLER. HAVE FUN IN THE BIG HOUSE, BOYS! RATED M FOR VIOLENCE AND CUSSING ad suggested topics of prison life! And gross break - out of prison hacks. Not sladin!!
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Chapter One: Locked Up Tight
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Slade stormed back through the doors of the haunt, muttering words of such an ire, and the fire he spat was acid thick against the ground head yet to tread to reach his iron throne.
"That little… sneaky …"
He flicked on cameras of the scene. Of hummers riding in and the swat teams dragging the boy wonder in HIS colors into a vehicle that had not been blown sky high.
He sat pondering the question until a grin spread across his face, mask coming off with a click as he set it down beside him.
"You perfectly, devious little rat…I'll bring you back here and lock you up for good." He praised the boy for acting lie a true liar. "Chain you tomorrow to your post, up the rules if I have to."
He pulled out the trigger for the probes, eyeing it over yet then wondering how about his age would –
Ah, he'd forged that info to make the kid no longer a part of a juvenile crowd. Congrats, he was going to…an adult cell.
Slade looked via the tracker he'd implanted in Robin's mask.
"Where are you going to go now, boy wonder…?" Slade rubbed his chin, waiting for the verdict as the trial ended only days after this boy had abandoned his post protecting the man's flank. Not that he needed it, guessing he's sent off a flare from their truck in time for Bane's men to be detained and him along with the bat's first and foremost.
Bats…
Slade's eye grew.
"You found a way in now, Renegade. But can you get back out to finish sending that SOS…"
He got up, looking to the next door down as the walls showed on that screen all he'd needed to hear.
Belle Reve Penitentiary
"Excellent choice." Smugly recalled the mercenary. "I haven't escaped from that shack in many, years. With any luck, you'll run the place blindfolded as I've taught you by the end of the week. Showing no mercy." Slade clicked off the screens and thought that it might be time to see for himself just how old Waller was handling things since his golden years.
"She's going to like watching you struggle, yet why don't we see who's got the most skill."
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Why was Slade talking aloud as he did? The truth was plain to see.
SLADE was hard to lose, as Dick clutched his ears and stopped the ringing only once the threat of his capture had ceased.
"He can't come here…" The boy shuddered as he sat against the wall lf a small cell. He could fit, but he wouldn't call it home just yet. "Not before I put him back in…"
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Dick had overheard that Slade was going to teach him the truth of his actual profession. He masked it, tried to do so for his friends, until a short-lived victim had paid the price.
A lone snub nosed baby bat had gotten trapped in the wall and was hit squarely in the chest, to flop by the boy's feet like a fish out of water.
Or a dead bird.
Slade's knife went as far as he was capable, and just at that moment…
Dick Grayson had realized what he was now up against.
Deathstroke. A face only a mother could save or pity.
He'd seen files in a late-night skim through the bat computer's section labeled "off limits or private," but never in his time EVER did he expect to become the main target of the mercenary and hunter known as…
Slade.
Deathstroke .
THEY were the exact same person, and THAT was when Dick had realized his fault here. That he now had to escape, find himself in the League's aid before…
Before that bat became a fleshy human being that he'd be forced to erase all on his own.
So, here he was. Beating Slade to the punch. Paying with his soul back to the justice system that had messed with the minds of countless criminal individuals.
With the crooks HE had once helped put into this…. box?
He was not going to stay long. His case would come up, the trial would go off without a hitch and then they'd all find out the truth. That he'd been manipulated into working for a psycho who had blackmailed the Titans and…
Dick was not sure but could he reveal it? His real identity?
No!
He scratched his head nervously. Unlike Jump's rights on mask wearing, this prison didn't like secret identities to remain as thus.
Richard's brow furrowed.
Misery, he had to speak to Waller. This was her factory for test dummies –
Another thing to be aware, he could not be picked for the Suicide Squad. It was noted in Bruce's computer that this place had a secret facility that forced inmates to go on dangerous missions or risk losing their heads.
As in, "kaboom."
All to shorten their sentences, therein was why Suicide was in the title. He rolled his eyes back.
Again, he had to swallow away that acrid flavor of failure to seek out the taste of recovery that would be…somewhere else. He had to never give up. Ever.
Leaving the Titans, leaving his home to go into League custody with them. To be as far away from –
"You've got visiting hours, inmate….08102003." ( The year I first saw Tt 2003.)
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A guard let the door slide back as Robin was lead in newly designed cuffs; complete with a working shock treatment, to a room with tall glass panels and….
Dick paled instantly as he was led into the room.
"There's been a mistake!" He stammered back to the guards.
"He said he knows you. Credentials check out." One held a digital tablet with his info on it. Paper here was easy to mess with, so went the times…
"He's lying! Check again –
"Rules are rules. Take it up with your court case lawyer, kid."
Dick grumbled and bit his lip, the man on the other side of the glass having a shining blue grey on directly pointed at him.
Like a sword's blade coming down on the guilty.
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Dick shifted in his seat, the speaker box only picking up enough as the crooked jerk knew how to work his words in as cryptically as a pirate's treasure map.
In plain sight, though impossible to read without that compass.
That cap never had him away for long as the man leaned in just a slide forth; his teeth showing as he spoke mildly in that purr….
"Dear boy. You had us all worried sick! How did you end up in here?"
Dick blinked.
"Wha – what's that voice for?"
He hissed as low as he could at the crook.
Slade shrugged and nudged his face to the weakest part of the wall between them.
Ah, so they could spew their roper threats. Smart man, ass was more like it.
Dick faked a grin, deviously.
" Sorry old man. Got tired of you yanking my chain. Needed to see the world –
"You were in in the back of a convoy vehicle headed to the boarder of Mexico and a team of officers took you out, it was all over the news. Do you know how long it took to get to a person in charge?? I couldn't sleep a wink, Richie!"
" Sir !"
Slade knew since the "I might become a father to you" scene a few months ago in Jump. Dick couldn't shush him, but he could point and shake his head…sort of.
The guards were checking their watches. He had just a little longer until Slade was kicked out. Oh, he'd be back by the look of that squinting orb…It made Dick shiver in his cuffed appearance.
"We'll get you through this, but the time you're home we are talking about your future. No butts. Your mother –
"Wil…. ma can suck it! She never loved me and you used to –
"Don't worry your mother or these officers, son –
"I'm not your boy!"
Dick burst out shouting; his temper fueled as Slade expected before nudging his chin to the weak spot of the glass.
Slade humored him.
"But you are, mine, Dick." The man's eyes had definitely narrowed, which spelled a problem as Dick mimicked his best Bat glare to counter its effects.
"You won't be behind that bars if I have anything to say about your recent disrespect…Sleep on your words. The trial will go off, you'll make amends and then, child? Oh, we can try to move on from there."
"I'm. Not. Letting, you win…" Dick huffed through his nose, fists gritted on the counter of his booth. "I got out, and I WILL succeed in getting you behind these same bars, my way." The boy smirked. "Sorry, pops. I think I like it in here, so I think you'll have to give up on me."
"You're from Jump, not Gotham." Slade gave the teen a bored look.
Slade dropped the bomb as Dick watched his enemy go with a quirked brow.
"See you after the trial, son. I'll let "Wilma" know that you're in safe hands…"
The lock clicked as Slade was led out of the other room, while Dick huffed out a sigh and slouched into his seat, trying to grasp the situation.
Well, that was…awkward, but knowing Deathstroke's code?
He'd be back, or he'd have a flamethrower to burn a hole in the wall with Robin's unconscious body in tow.
And before that? Dick had to get ready to become the prince of his castle here. He had…to hack the system and build that wall up so high that Slade would finally look at him like he was.
Not interested in being rescued by a crook.
Especially not a mercenary who might put a target on Batman's back any chance he got.
Everyone knew it. Robin was the Dark Knight's sidekick; he had some influence over the Bat. If you take him on, you take the Bat's attention with it. He was the damsel in distress, the one everyone wanted to tie up and shake down.
And Slade knew Dick wanted Daddy Bats to negotiate for his cause, too much so that he'd go the extra mile to get onto Waller's good side.
"I've got my eye wide open, boy…you won't be going it alone."
Slade turned the key as the jeep reared off down the street. He was coming back, and this time Dick would NEVER look in the eye without that perfect "yes master" as he'd expected.
Going back to old habits was unsavory, Dick being an imaginary icon to the masses even as a criminal's underling. If he got roughed up in a jail for ad –
Slade scratched the pavement with his wheels, coming to a halt as his body lurched to nearly gut the wheel.
Shit ! He couldn't have forgotten about that!
Oh, he'd need more than a not guilty plea. He was about to get thrashed, and not in the fast and hard way – but the "come when called" way.
(Rated M so we have more to play with here.)
Back at the base, Slade got out his false bag of ingredients in case his plans had changed.
"I guess I will be joining you after all." The hair dye was black, but the lens had to be green or brown.
Why it ever had to be, you'd have to ask the writers about that one…
"Time to shatter some glass. I'm off." He locked everything down, bringing a detonating probe duplicate in case Dick wanted to go hard on the concrete floor.
His cell had to be a bitch to curl up and sleep in. Yet, the kid had lied in Slade's haunt. Trained to overcome hunger, beatings. If he didn't keep his pants on then, when would he inside a rotten hell like Blackgate?
"Not since the Bizzaros ran loose, Harley too…I'd rather not think about ending up in her block." He shook his now dark hair and got ready to throw a party down town.
A few bombs to those windows, and a false power over light waves?
Sirens were going off rather quick, and so too were the shwing of red arrows he had to dodge at hishead before falling.
And Deathstroke was no immortal, yet he could heal, he was a meta to them. Take me away, he'd made it too easy as Robin had quirked that same brow.
Speedy had to be quicker than that as the guards came to pack him up, fire trucks for the fires he'd caused.
"Belle for the meta – crook?"
"Might be, he's fresh meat for the boss in Gotham. Gotta be prime for Waller, why not give em a ring?"
Slade chuckled softly as his eyes fell shut. He'd be tested barely. He made sure to mask that part of the exam's results.
He wasn't Slade Wilson or Deathstroke in that jail.
He was Flash - Bomb; some cocky criminal who'd taken the high road, and ended up with entertainment for the whole entire week.
Yes, and he'd pose, he'd get in and make a point to NEVER be crossed.
Ever, by any two-bit heroes or ego minds.
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