Sladin or Bust! – Explicit One Shots From the Vault of Sladin

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WAITING FROM DUSK TILL DAWN

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LYRICS FROM SONG, THINK ZAYN AND SIA?

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His master was displeased with his performance that late night.

Not in bed, not blaming the ground for not keeping him there, grounded.

Yet for everything going bat shit wrong.

A slap across the face was what he'd gotten in the beginning of his apprenticeship.

After the evidence of the bots scarring the Titans with a crippling side effect, a cancer that had yet to have a cure, Dick released his anger fir good. He was reborn as Renegade and did whatever his master demanded.

Even if that meant trekking it to Gotham to get Wayne Enterprise's secrets to put up on the market – or blueprints for a device Slade craved more than the attention of his protégé. Writhing on his cock.

In the beginning, Slade had decided to make sure after Robin had torn himself apart, that Slade would keep him that way. Assuring their bond was meant to last, that no matter what Richard did to retaliate into his later days, he'd stay below the man. Take his words as he had the Bat's.

Bullet shots fell as rain from the sky. A copter was spinning after him as Dick cloaked himself upon his leap to the next roof.

He'd gone and gotten spotted even with the item secured. A strange hexagonal cube…

A floating device meant to protect humankind, while Slade wanted the device for his own nefarious purposes.

When he'd left the guards from that development far behind him, slipping into his overnight fatigue, his head heavy as his hands were made to cease - he'd have to present his find to the man soon.

He found the haunt opening easily by memory. Getting onto all fours, he was forced to crawl as the opening widened, the sewer main not as difficult to scale now that he was built for this sort of job.

Flipping into dark waters, he waded up to his knees to bring the device to his master.

The bitter taste of defeat lost; the ex-hero shook off the filth as he was forced to step through a tube for decontamination to happen.

His master's mask was unavoidable. The ex-hero knelt to one knee and handed one of the man's Slade bots his catch of the hour.

"Where is the other piece."

Slade turned over the cube in his hand.

Dock blinked.

"Other…sir?"

Stomping boots left the days steps as Dick was sure he'd checked.

"Sir…What other piece? The blueprint said-

"There was no need for it." Slade snapped his fingers and Slade bots were ordered to drag the former boy wonder to stand manhandled before the dais.

Slade looked down on his apprentice who dared to bite back, dared to think he could know anything without Slade's constant hammering.

"You didn't pay attention." Slade spat out, his course crunch of metaphorical teeth slaughtered the boy wonder. His first job in a while, and he'd only gotten into more trouble.

"Should we correct this? How can you learn what I'm willing to teach…" The man started, his blade coming up as Dick shifted in the bots' grip. His hands useless as his legs buckled.

It was before the dirty deed was done; the battered uniform was left in tatters as Dock was forced to take the man's cock to heaven as his punishment. First down the throat, then screaming the man's name as he was forced to carry the man's seed back to bed with him.

After that, Dick moved with more than enough caution. He'd deep throated his enemy for the Titans to live, to find an improbable cure. Slade had kicked him to fall down those steps, saying he still wasn't able to forget how to play the hero. That he deserved everything that the man could do to him.

In a way, he did. It was his go, his decision to stay and not call out for help.

Had he not been such a good detective, he could have been granted his last fighting chance...

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The scene was more a bloodbath, as nameless guards in thick armor had guarded a piece of the puzzle; yet, to man's every dilemma, the Bat was up plenty as he scaled the division with squinting sights and a skeptic's keen insight.

"What was the thief after; did he leave a calling card?"

Gordon was stumped. It was sloppy, yet there was no set of clues. As if…. the thief knew about vanishing acts. About being scarce, and being more than a simple thief.

Bruce saw something that did catch his eye as strange.

"The footage was only cut up to a point." Bullock told the Comish as the Bat listened in.

"He's, just a kid?"

From there, Bruce knew. No one could get in to make such a mess to his company without a valid motive.

It was like the Jump division, only more desperate. More left wounded, while scars never faded quickly enough.

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"I have everything I need, Alfred." Bruce was in the Batmobile and ready to turn in for the hour. Rotate his rounds, find who had done this.

~ Very good, sir. Shall I set up your things in the Batcave to get started? ~

"That would make a world of difference." Bruce nodded, thanking his old friend. "Has Tim gone to sleep already."

~ He's since drifted off the moment you arrived at your building…. could it very well mean he's not then left the city, sir? ~

Brice gripped the wheel and turned it to autopilot-

"Not sure."

He activated the ejector seat as Alfred gawked.

~ For heaven's sake, do be careful, Master Bruce! ~

/

He'd forgotten to erase all of the footage, so Slade wouldn't tolerate it. He was this close to putting Dick out of commission until the brat made it to his room, got out into the sewers and ran.

The bots took chase as Slade waited for word of his capture.

Had the kid decided to cray out one last time to Daddy?

His only papa here was pissed, he'd not be off his ass for a month if this wasn't remedied.

Here in Gotham, it was easier to hide for a short period. This lair could go up in smoke as the other, right when Dick had left with Slade of his own volition, right when the man had revealed the long-term effects those probes could have on his teammates.

That to save them from ending up bed ridden, he'd have to work even harder.

Now, Dick wanted the Bat to be his Judy and jury. Slade felt that slap in the face and readjusted the kid as his hands could mold him.

Months, and still the progress was short. He was trying to become Slade's least favorite to escape. Slade clicked his tongue, finger over some buttons by his throne before having seen enough.

The Bat should have looked the other way.

Richard was HIS.

THAT, was the boy's life long promise. He continued to fight it, but soon, that trail of slick in him would burn or want. No one would want him back after they saw.

Slade smirked and left the throne's seat for a much livelier scene out of doors. He needed to be sure…

With his boots tapping the concrete, there was no way back into the light.

The doors shut as the man called for his bots to flank him.

Right now, Dick was being hunted. He was no hero. Not to the rest in his old city. Not in Gotham, but a victim.

The worse crime he could ever commit to.

/

Bruce flung his grappler after the faces in shadow. They flitted as moths in to dusk. Slade was written into each of their faces and Bruce knew that fate could be cruel. Cruel to give him the thing he'd been forced to forget about.

"Halt!" Batman called out as his boots kicked the next barrage of Slade bots to fall over the ledge of a roof, Dick running even as his former mentor defended him.

"STOP!"

Dick didn't, his body moving out of instinct to flee. Slade wasn't far, he –

A whirring death set at the end of the other next roof. The edge of the cliff; the sound of propelling twirls at Mach speed tore at the Bat's rippling cape as Dick never saw it coming. A strip of cord so magnetic flew out – a claw attached as Dick's slender torso was entangled within its trenches. Its clutches cold and unfeeling, cradling the objective.

Him , as the copter flew off and was lost to a piling of flash bombs that momentarily stunned the unworthy bat.

The copter was gone into the sky of an ending night, Bruce's pants lost on deaf ears as he stepped away. Recalling only the look on the masked child's face. His son, as he was taken away….

Only Jason had been so unlucky. This job was too dangerous as he commed Alfred right away.

"It was him…. he's a victim. I need to set up a new file out –

~ But sir! ~ Alfred nearly spilled his tea.

~ That would mean that…. Master Dick may never become a hero if he's recovered? How can you –

"Too many of my partners were put in danger in this year alone." Growled the vigilante as he slipped off into the back streets' protective cover. "Dick won't be the last, and the enigma known as Slade I have on the top of my list." The Bat reassured. "I won't lose another part of our family. Dick will get help and his captor WILL be brought to justice.

/

Dick stumbled upon his landing into a mass from behind as the bots in the copter rebound his wrists and ankles.

"M – mas –

THWAK!

Dick bit back iron inside his jaw. He couldn't swear or fuss at the pain, hair hanging limply over those dull blues, Slade preferred his apprentice to speak his mind at times. At least, for now...

Not, to act so desperate as he'd almost groveled at the man's feet on his own.

Unforgivable.

"I caught you just in time. Good job keeping the bat away, but it ends. You left before I could tell you the good news, apprentice. " The man wrenched the boy's chin in-between his gloved fingers to look up. The breath of fire promising things, so many terrible ends to be met as Dick swallowed. Awaiting his punishment.

"The blueprints you stole had some data on how to replicate a key for Pandora's box."

That was the name of the hexagon that Dick had taken from Wayne's facility that night. He bobbed his head up, throat dry and lips chapped. "You're off the hook, for now. I also want to test out some of my new armor." The man left the boy's bruised chin alone, the bloody cut inside his cheek still stung as Slade ignored the small indent.

" You'll be testing out my new creation. After all, without the data from the Pandora Project, I wouldn't have gotten this close. Do you know about the story, apprentice?" Slade moved to seat himself opposite to his befuddled toy soldier. Dick nodded. "It was… representation of humanity. I think, in ancient Greece."

"And you remember what it stood for at the end of the story, don't you?"

Dick thought a moment, before his limbs went to ice.

"Hope." Slade spelled it out as Dick gasped up at the man. His face devastated by what had just been his greatest folly yet.

"Inside that cube is a special interdimensional object, Hope. It would have been for all of mankind, had YOU not stolen that from the people. Now, their fates belong to me …"

In actuality, a special crystal of unknown origin was inside the cube – Slade made a point to it though, hope was progress, while he held in that gloved palm now…. the destruction and recreation of a nation.

Dick felt sick…. the Titans couldn't fight it, he was…

"Next time, I want you to cull the Bat."

Dick's eyes shut as he bit his lip. No, this wasn't what Slade should be asking! What about their tech jobs?? What about being a regular criminal, not a supervillain??

"Yes. Master…." Dick forced out, seeing Slade cock a brow as Dick crawled over, his wrists burning while his head remained seen, his eyes shining back as if to beg forgiveness.

"What….how can I make it right, between us –

"By killing the Bat."

"Now, sir…?" Shaking his head, the hero felt his body move without question. Slade allowed it as his apprentice went to his knees before the man's now unclad member.

"A mile high, experience until we land?"

"Is this supposed to be your last distraction, little bird?"

Little…oh, right. His old nickname as Robin.

"No," Dick shook his head.

"I just wanted to make it up to you, sir…if I have to be Renegade from now on, then let me try to change…. on my own."

Shakily, it wasn't as easy as his mind did rebel, yet Slade was there to guide him to climax. Slade had the boy wonder in his arms, carried bridal style, but not to his room. To a lab table…strapped down as Dick panicked instantly.

"M- master?? What is –

"You wanted to make it up to me, but you can't face the threat that's made you so indecisive. I need to fix that."

He went under, deep down until he awoke to find his body drilled all over with dotted holes. Then, it clicked as he started to move. Body on autopilot as currents ran up and down his spine, ripping at his nervous system.

"M…MASTER! H…HEELP!!"

"No." Slade stepped out of sliding doors with his wrist the controller, the boy his weapon. "A special alloy crafted from a fragment of that Pandora element." Slade's smirk was too overwhelming as it remained beyond the boy's knowing. Just as the unknown substance, the pain was overwhelming too as he screamed and toppled from the medical bed.

"You're not capable of facing the ones who intend to harm MY reputation, boy."

Boy…insignificant. No…no, before he was a treasure! He couldn't be this cold. HE WAS –

"There is a suit of armor, slim enough to keep you limber and on your toes, as well as enough to defect an enemy's attack right back at them (DC elements. Gotta love em.)

Dick shook his head back and forth, tears leaking down onto the floor as Slade crooked a finger. Dick dreaded what that meant, his maddening nightmares coming true as visions to a powerless seer.

"You'll put it on for me, my apprentice. You'll show me how obedient you can be. For your former mentor's sake and…for your former friends' lives that I continue to spare. Now, come. We still do have your training to see too…"

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The only way to remove his suit once it was on was through the use of a replicated key that could be inserted into the suit's chest plate. Yet when the armor fell, his body was marked by pins that sent his senses reeling white hot. Every time, mostly for a physical to see of the suit was doing what it was supposed to (using Terra's neural interface-based suit as a plot device here.)assortment, for sex to repay his gracious captor. His master, as Dick was sent out to do far more damage.

Until, Slade shook his head one day at the screens in front of him as Dick was permitted his own body for a moment.

"It isn't enough." The man turned to his pupil. "I want a true heir, but you're still an imperfect copy."

Dick tensed. Was he…that close already? What was this development, where was it going??

"I was enhanced long ago to withstand more than a few bullets. They called me a Terminator for that reason, escape wasn't an option for my prey." A snap of fingers as the bots appeared. Dick fell back into them, his tongue going numb as something was injected into him…. his heart…slower, as Slade looked down. Down unto his next side project.

"PROJECT PANDORA was just the start…I intend to remold you in MY likeness…"

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A gutting of faces up in the mayor's office wasn't the call. It was a tycoon who was not willing to spill his secrets that had the Bat flying off after the enemy at large.

~ He's unstoppable! What is the GCPD going to do about the crook terrorizing Gotham's biggest moguls??~

Batman sped up, knowing he could still find out for himself if this wasn't another cry for help from some desperate thief.

/

Months passed, only two as the Batman was never through searching.

Another storm of red greeted his cowl covered eyes. Bruce followed the scent of despair until he's found a close by roof. The dark knight thundered as the sky mirrored his exact emotion, sentiments on stopping the one he knew had to be in the greatest pain – how, however?

He was yet to find out as a streak of light skidded across the air; a tell tale sign that something was making trouble with not a gun, but a pretty big taser.

Slade had told him not to overwork the target too much, yet Dick worked the system as he had hoped. Crafting a pile of unconscious lying snakes to decorate his path as he fled. Running for the stairwell, up to the rooftop as before.

"That's as far as you'll go, Dick."

"Was that a direct order from, the Batman?" The kid's head turned as his new suit attracted a great deal of attention from Renegade's former mentor.

"It was, and YOU need to stop helping Slade." Bruce demanded that Dick turn to him, speak the way they used to as partners. As family.

"I can't, you know I'm bound to our agreement –

"We can find a cure, Dick." Richard blinked, skin heated to a degree by the tech put into his suit, Slade's patience had been waning long before as he felt a pang in his stomach slice at him. The noises all blending as Dick over and gagged out, vomit by his boots as he tried to rise.

Bruce was above him, a hand out as just felt pitiful in any mask he held.

"You…. wouldn't want me…" Dick shook his head. "Not after everything that I've done."

Slade would find a way to punish, like he always did. Like the Bat was just a viewer off - screen through his massive screens back at the new haunt.

"I don't care, Dick." Slade couldn't understand. This was a family member, not a whipping boy and certainly not just a flesh and blood heir to the mantle. No, Robin was more to him than that. He was more than a ward.

He was a Wayne by right, and Slade had no right to call himself a teacher to Bruce's protégé. He reached out his hand, not one but two. Dick knelt, feeling lost, knowing he'd never hurt them again as he shook his head with a sad, small smile.

"No, B…Take care of yourself for me –

Throwing himself over into the line of a rather conveniently positioned sniper rifle, Dick felt cold. His heart, he felt through his armor at the bullet wound…

Had…had he been shot?

A cough came as he spat up crimson blood, Bruce watching in horror as he'd now lost more than a son that night…

Dick recalled it; this was all a part of the plan, right? Fake his death… Make it so he was useless to Slade?

That was it, it was over…

An hour later, he was recovered from the morgue, eyes blissfully slipping open as a differently masked face and one eye hovered over his corpse.

He…was alive??

"You took the shot perfectly, Renegade." Slade praised as the world started to come back, the events leading up to…

He, had died. He knew he had to have! Slade…

White knuckled, Dick pounded his master's chest and demanded to have some answers.

"The serum that made me, also worked on you…. though, you won't recall that you'd been dosed a few times during the months in that suit. They couldn't remove it, if you were wondering."

Slade held up the key, being in his haunt in a lab similar to the first. "I can only unlock it for you, boy." Slade pushed the teen to lie down as the straps weren't needed. He allowed it, the skin revealed beneath a sheen of damp fabric. "Have to have it cleaned…Did the Bat promise to save you this time?" Slade enjoyed how Dick's face twisted up, his mask off to reveal that set of sapphires in the elder's direction.

"Yes, sir. And I can't deliver. I have you, and the Titans." Dick faced the mad man with a serious set of orbs looking up, unafraid for what came next.

"He can't save me, because I wanted this all to happen."

Slade hummed and watched the boy try to stand, his wobbly state somewhat a problem.

"We'll have you on your feet –

"Sir." Dick tried to interrupt with a small swallow. "I…I need this, there is still time. Please."

The look was surely a few points off the mark, yet it made sense. Dick had been replaced as Robin. If he was taken back even by force, the bird would have his wings clipped for good. Maybe, Slade could help with the healing process.

"You didn't engage him in combat." He motioned to the child's body, unmarred by any wounds besides the one clutched to his heart.

"Come, you'll rest. I can't have an apprentice that is incapable of bouncing back from simple, heartbreak." He could roll his eyes later. Dick really was hurting, as his hands came out to grip the man's arm.

"Could you, sir…" Dick said this, of his own volition which surprised Slade the most. How timid his form seemed beside his keeper's, and how he didn't look the man in the eye.

The elder took a hand to cup under the boy's chin. He was crying, hiding such a sight as Slade felt a pang of sympathy. Addie had put up with his crap, so had Dick with the Bat's behavior all of those years.

"Can you learn to trust me, Renegade?" He asked, the boy bobbing his head as both were left to vacate the lab to Slade's bedroom. His large king size a comfort as Dick was called "pet" or "little bird" that night.

After it was all over, Bruce's face didn't matter. Things were as before. The Titans would live, and for however long it took, he'd find a place out there too. Slade was keen on keeping him grounded, yet birds were not meant to be caged as the man petted his hair while they spooned. Slade's scent and come scattered in droplets down the crack of Robin's ass from that night of rewriting a tragedy.

He leaned in and let the man comfort him, their two bodies as one for a time before it was time to leave this one for a future unbecoming of the dark knight's famed partner.

"What are you thinking about right now, Richard?" Slade purred the question in his ear as the man's whiskers brushed against the nape of his neck, having him hips move to have the man's cock back inside him. He was an ugly thing that no one would understand. Even if the Titans saw him again, he'd be an outcast before long. An urban legend as the two basked in the afterglow, their chests rising and falling in sync while Dick just replied from over his shoulder to his master, "I was hoping I could sleep in, just for a bit before things go back to normal…. I don't want to forget yet…."

"That you belong to me, or…" Slade moved and gripped Dick's hips as he made his way back in quickly, the boy choking on his thoughts as Slade never tired. This wasn't a freebie. Renegade would be repaying the man. Maybe he could try for those extra brownie points before Slade lost his morning wood.

"How will you make it up to me this time, kid?"

Slade moved roughly back and in, as Dick bit his lip, thinking of a valid reply.

"Whatever it takes, I want to save the Titans…. If I do as you say, don't protest this time, you can have that."

"Your loyalty… all of it?" Slade arched a brow and slipped in a might deeper, making the boy's eyes pop before he'd steadied himself onto his elbows. Dick panted out the words, not bad at multitasking from time to time.

"Y – yea…But…. you like me this way…I'd be… ung…. Too…. boring…if…I was like the new Robin…"

Dick grunted as Slade's climatic release was nearing…

The new Robin. Tim Drake from his master's files on his…. former family.

Slade kissed the teen's throat as he came. The sheer bliss had Dick coming soon after, as his face was strewn with come and saliva. Slade made an appreciative groan and eagerly finished inside his pupil, the rest left up to Dick's stamina as he rolled over and spread his legs for the man on the other side of the mattress.

"If you'd rather have a conscience, I'd advise you to sleep on it first."

Dick clung to the man as he came up and kissed him, too damn flexible as he leaned up while still spread out over the sheets.

"Take me, and see for yourself if I'd rather give in."

And Slade did, enjoying his writhing pet the most while the day had yet to begin. A few moments after he'd come, Dick nuzzled into the man's beard as they stayed up by the headboard and rested.

"Should I ground you for today, for exciting the bat? Have you warm my bed until nightfall?" He promised with a lazy lusty smile on his face.

"If it helps to get me those extra points, master."

"No playing teacher's pet." Slade groped the hero's ass as he blushed, still in shock by the looks of it, making Slade wonder if it was all an act.

"Oh, Richard? If you are insincere this time, the Tamranean will be your first. To kill, do you understand?"

"I do, sir…" Dick nodded and kneaded his hands into the man, his warm flesh a reminder of how dead inside this hero was. "Will the serum work all of the time? Can I actually die at all?"

"Without treatment, you might have not made it."

Dick clung harder; his face buried into the man's chest.

"I do care, Dick. You're my responsibility." Slade soothingly moved his hand to the small of the boy's back and rubbed it there for comfort.

"As long as you don't leave me…" Dick was dozing off again and Slade allowed that. He could have been dead in mere hours, had Slade not known where exactly to shoot. To the Bat, he'd find a missing body no more, a replacement had already been set up.

The man pushed a strand of black hair from before the hero's sleep – hazy blue orbs.

Yet, nothing could replace the original. He'd be with this kid for a long time, as long as it took.

As long as it took, he'd wait from dusk till dawn just for him…only for him again.

/

Bruce Wayne didn't believe it. Months before, Jason had left the world – only to turn up a partial amnesiac driven to homicide by a madness not of his making.

Just as the news caster had exposed the dead's deceased face on live television, no.

He didn't believe it could happen again this quickly.

"He was set up, Alfred."

Tim sat on the side and read from an oversized tech book in his school clothes.

"If Dick faked his own death, B…then why hide it? Why not come back and gloat –

"That's because Master Timothy, a victim in pain is prone to a reversal." Alfred put a hand on the back of the tween's seat. "Master Bruce, if it was indeed Deathstroke's plan to escalate matters –

"He did something, I checked forensics." Bruce pulled up a screen as the three went quiet.

"By the time he'd been put into the slot at that morgue, there was no sight of a clear bullet hole. His suit wouldn't come off, it was fused to him…his skin."

"Only a powerful trick could pull that off, B!" Tim jumped from his seat excitedly. "The PANDORA project!" Tim snapped his fingers, pacing the cave floor.

Bruce clicked a few keys and Tim was on the money.

"The suit's interface; its connected to the power source of the promethium case." Had Slade known about that because of his famous suit? And Nth metal too?

"Dick wore that, and he never even checked it out?"

"His only decision to stay as Deathstroke's protégé, was to save his team in Jump City." Bruce corrected. "Dick doesn't know, and if he does he can't back out of a deal with Slade Wilson." The man's image rearranged itself onto the bat computer's main monitor.

Alfred looked over the bat's data. "He couldn't have gotten shot, which means…"

"He's still out there." Bruce finished, shutting down the screens. Keeping a lower profile as he knew now.

Dick wasn't dead, and neither was he just an ordinary young man.

Slade, had changed his boy into a replica of himself.

A cold-blooded killing machine, and The Batman had to stop him…

Before any more victims were found butchered under Renegade's blade.

However long it took, dusk till dawn, he'd seek out the answers as the lights went down low and the remaining bat family got to work.

"New mission. We find Dick, stop the man holding him against his will. Save the Titans." Tim chuckled nervously as Bruce had him at save…

"That's the plan, right B?"

/