Teen Titans: ReBeL Yell- If I Had Stayed a Renegade

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Naked Reality

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Not a slash yet violent: takes place after Dick is forced to try on his Renegade outfit and he freaks when Slade decades the apprentice uniform be changed. He's just incapacitated the Titans with his own hands, thrown the Bat and fam a loop. Slade seeing this as a reward, makes Dick feel uncomfortable so he fights to keep himself from further losing to his enemy. Probes are mentioned but you'll see!

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"You've done better than I hoped." Slade stood before the dim haunt room with Dock clinging to his beating heart. The screens showed his progress over less than a single year now. How they'd shouted for him to stop, to find the strength to face a mad man like Slade as he was crushed underfoot, thrice.

Batman had been forced to flee wgen for the second uptime, he'd tried to pry Dick from his ward. Yet, Stockholm wasn't why. It was the Titans. They needed to be set free, so he had relentlessly given his staff a sharp crack, knocking out his mentor, which please his other current keeper.

"The Batman might return to test that will of yours, the loyalty for me he finds lacking. Is it lacking, Richard?" Slade tilted his head to quiz, Dick head shaking as his heart attempted to beat at a steadier rhythm.

"I hope you are ready, apprentice. By now, you've done everything it takes to finally stand side by side with your new teacher. As a light reward for your efforts, I've decided to help out." Slade snapped his fingers as a bot brought out a box and a set of black boots. In his hands also, he had what looked to be a mask.

Red and black, orange and dull to his sins from this time apart from the light of day. Crawling in the dark like this took a toll. It made him more so as paranoid as his new master, and equally as desperate for his space and peace of mind.

"Sir, you don't have to –

"I insist." Slade motioned for the bot to bring the gift to him, the white and silver bowed item had the kid's eyes not stray away. He bit his lip, thinking of a way to dismiss it entirely.

"I'm already in your colors."

"Yes, but you'll be much more presentable in this. I designed it –

"So was my –

"APPRENTICE." Slade's eye widened in warning. "There won't be any reason not to try, your older one might be a waste now that the bat knows. If he dares to fight, I want you ready. This suit actually has another feature to it."

Slade pressed a button on his wrist, a strange glow filling up the box as the thing made him jump back.

"Nanos!"

"I don't think you understand, my dear boy." Slade shut off the device. "No. It's a set if tiny neuron machines that will make sure you can't stray. I have to know; a shock collar isn't good enough for my things to become…perfectly polished."

"I'm not an object! This is…wrong."

"How so?" Slade leaned forwards, the hero still standing barely upright as his heart started up again.

"There was nothing in the first suit. Did you expect me to forgive you cracking my mask, child? Or when you tried to send that S.O.S. That was why I'll have to up your sentence. You're mine, Richard. RENEGADE –

"Not that!" Dick sneered back and stepped, Slade carrying the suit in hand the boots and mask not as important.

"IT'S WHO YOU ARE NOW." Slade pronounced so that the walls echoed with the sound of his reprimand. "Put it on. Now."

"GET LOST –

Slade wrenched forth as Dick flipped away in defense. The man clicking his tongue as the boy was this close to earning a broken foot.

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Slade had hunted him before, stealth training. The day he'd tried to fight the man to save him friends. None of it, they were made to flee and he…

Nearly got his jaw shattered by a steel toed boot.

Still, after the pain had ebbed with a heavy ache, Dick had fought to stay alive. To see them again, on Dick had once believed Slade an unbeatable enigma.

Wrong. He was a legend and a monster in other places. To Gotham, he was a blood-soaked killer. Slade was known as Deathstroke before he'd taken the Titans on. Bruce had withheld this info for a long time, Dick being safe to have never fought the man, or else he'd been redirected whenever the merc had come to town.

How he'd wished to have put the pieces together in time before, this.

Slade skunked as Dick shivered. He wasn't getting out this time.

"I think the measurements are just right, why not prove me wrong. See how you've grown as the protégé of a "mad man." Slade chuckled, seeing the humor in Dick believing of that cut and dry right and wrong from his childhood. Slade was a killer for hire on both sides of the agenda. There was nothing but grey, as he'd soon teach his apprentice.

"The bat told you what I was, what I can do if you disobey …yet you already know what I want, Richard. Come out. We can negotiate-

Dick stifled a breath. He didn't speak, his head against a bar of metal as the pillars and gears reared in his eardrums.

Stay calm. He can sense every reaction, like a true hunter. Dick was fully aware now that Slade was more than dangerous.

A small disc landed by his feet, and he flung himself without even gasping.

It landed to blare, no cuts in the framework, just a flash as Dick somersault out to the next. The next wave not as lenient a shot as Dick grappled at the beam in his way, before finally revealing his location.

Then bolting, as the tiger took after its prey, not a word spoken as this violent creature would have what it had come for.

Him. In that suit, with a way to shock the boy into submission until it came off again.

Boots no longer made a sound, his own were lighter thanks to Slade's tips on how to ambush an opponent.

The gears made all the racket they wanted while Dick hid. The answers losing, his will a tight bow string of a manic violin. Too fast, to much to swear at as –

"There you are."

Dick felt his life flash before his eyes as he attacked. His boots hit the man's vambraces at his arms, the heavy gauntlet dimming the kid's hit in comparison to his own cycle of painful wasted shots.

"I SAID NO!"

"What makes you think I care, Dick."

Dick froze before fleeing once more once there was space between them, had the grapple hook on knocked him up, the staff coming out to box him from running as he lay on his knees, stomach jumbled and knees buckling under the man's partially distributed weight along his back.

"I win. Now, put on the suit. You think I won't get them out of our hair, boy?" Slade's ominous eye didn't have to be there as Dick curled up and covered his ears, Slade tugging him up like the child he still was, the biting being a slap in the face, the kicks only mosquito bite compared to how bruised Dick would be by tomorrow.

"Slade…. please! It's all I have –

"You'll earn it back; this is only temporary. The shocks are only for discipline." The merc said in a more controlled voice. "You'll be here; when I come back, that suit had better stay on you like a second skin. Otherwise, I'll have to help adjust it properly." Dick was let go. The bot left there before him as it held the other pieces to his impressive and deadly ensemble.

Dick shook, his whole body vibrating with the will to argue as that died once Slade was away from the floor. In the dark. He was, the bot however could show the man every ounce.

Dick crawled up from his knees as the drag had given him more to wince over. He turned the sleek suit over in his hands. Full body, complete with armor and holsters for…

Gasping, he wiped his face as they became puffy. Tears not allowed or he'd be…

Dick growled and ripped at the rest yo fine guards for his legs as before. A more bendable material and something akin to military wear that wouldn't pinch like the other…

Was this, so he could get hurt?? Was Slade changing his training to something more lethal??

Dick tore the mask off and shut his eyes before getting the new one, opening the blue to see so much dim grey.

Was there any reason to argue, not like it mattered. Dick fiddled woth the collar, the wrap around that those sensors had to be IN the suit, littering it like hidden welts atop his skin.

As Slade had called it – a second skin.

Dick pried open zipper, invisible and easy to slip down as he started to disrobe.

First the guards, then the boots, the neck plate. Then came the belt, the top and the last was…

He looked at the bot, giving it a dirty look.

"Freak." Dick snorted, if there was a camera in the foot soldier to speak of later.

His legging style tights had been the fun part, but this?

Was leotard ready for the last remaining, Flying Grayson. It was maybe a way to keep his time compared to Slade's. How long did it take him on a mission to change? Batman could go in under five minutes, ten if it were a date with Vicky Valerie or Catwoman.

Dick picked up the suit, his body warmer as it was harder to shift the fabric to sit and lie flat.

~ Otherwise, I'll have to help adjust it properly. ~

Dick shook his head and got into the thing with a yank, the zipper going up quickly as it nearly pinched him by the back of his neck. His skin prickling with the thought of anyone else seeing him struggle.

Then, he was to the belt, the boots were a bit less…. thick…. the guards, no neck plate…

Of, course. He had the electric- neurons to put that kid to the test. Dick.

The legs were not as roughed up as Slade had left him on day one of his trial period…months ago.

He snapped up the holster last, the gloves as well and the vambraces for his wrists. Gauntlets were left to his two mentors. He wasn't ready to pack a wallop, as the boots returned. Dick swerved and saw his new teacher smirking away without a care.

Only, he did care. He had won, it was that simple as Dick hung his head, looking at his gloves while his world continued to be remolded to the likeness of one unkind individual.

"The Bat would tremble over the uncanny, resemblance." Slade lifted a hand to fall onto the boy's shoulder, then the other. "I am pleased as any master should be of his pupil, Renegade. This doesn't have to be a punishment. You'll think it over, what you want to do with your new ensemble." Dick didn't nod, he only curtly replied with a lick of his lips.

"Yes, master."

Slade eyed the kid over, the conclusion was that stripped of even larger layers, what remained was a meek representation of the bat's honor. He'd learn to have a full belt of tricks, only more lethal.

His body would grow accustomed to fighting bareback as a true killer, a true warrior without fear.

And his manners would steadily become more appropriated towards his master's odd jobs. In the future, he might even call Slade by "Deathstroke" once that tip was out in the open.

"Perfect, almost. And the bat can see it, the Titans surely won't mind."

Slade stepped back as he paced round the kid, circling this forlorn soul from seeing into his own madness. Slade rubbed his chin, liking that the holster wasn't too big.

Yet, surprisingly empty.

"Next lesson will be…. have you ever fired a bullet at close range, Dick?"

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And there you have it! Renegade is out of that cloth sack, so??? I wanted to keep it in T rating so M would be redundant. It's a part two flashback of the Titans invading Slade's last lair. Till next! Read on.