Sladin or Bust! Explicit One – Shots from the Vault of Sladin –
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Light a Candle for Me
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Takes place in a nightclub; Dick is an addict in sort of a Mimi and Rent style tale but Slade?
He's on the run as a goon from a prominent mob family. Dick is a runaway, so let's try this one on for size!
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Nineteen, no home. No friends.
The music pounded as such a desperate street rat as he wasn't Richard Grayson entered the den of wolves and night walkers in tight leather.
Nineteen, no money and no extra ways to get from here or there. No job, his school was cut because…
Dick headed to the bar and sat onto a stool, the tender giving him a funny look before heading to his boss.
"You too young to be here, kid? This is an adult facility."
"I need a job, don't have anyone here in this city. Nowhere."
The place lit up as women clad in cheap, skimpy outfits and even men took to the prowl for a hustle.
Dick didn't bother. He'd lost his virginity to the same sicko who'd taken him in years ago. Ran away, because they'd never been caught doing it again.
Now, in order to wash it away, he wanted to strip the feeling bare and not be found.
He'd get out, any bit of scratch to find a hut and stay until he was back with his degree…but they'd know. He wanted a new identity. No place else would do it.
"I know the best you have. Donna."
The bar got quiet, before the bartender cleared his throat, getting ready to escourt the kid to see if he was lying.
"You know the Amazon sisters?"
"I know a few, from my old life."
The owner rolled back his neck and sighed, waving the bar tender to do it.
"Take him back and introduce the kid, just keep him out of the dressin' rooms."
Dick's eyes changed with a silent flash.
Bingo. He'd show them. The small of his back was pressed to follow.
He'd show the stage what he had to give it.
/
A month later, Dick was hooked on dressing up as a dancer on that stage. He only did it to get enough for his own place, yet Donna took him in, not asking questions as he gave her a false name.
"Aoi?"
Blue, he looked nothing like some Japanese woman who was clearly a minor, but it played well to keep him out of the eye of old foes.
His father had promised to go to counseling, to get clean.
Dick didn't care as his slender frame had been a hit beside the Amazons.
"What kind of leg exercises do you do, hun?" One woman, Queen Bee or Karry Beecher was surely hooked on the boy's act.
"I wanna know where you shop for your dresses and skirts!"
He felt too much like before, though.
It simply faded one night when the reminder of a broken promise returned to that dance floor.
A group of men came in, snorting and jeering, making the bartender ignore the males with a passion.
"That group wants you to dance for "Big Daddy."
The boss came to Dick as he gulped , looking over the boss's shoulder.
"Same as before?"
The boss put his hands in his pockets.
"They want you to strip, not all of it."
Dick's eyes went wide. "We do that here?"
"Oh – are you not…" The boss shook his head. "It's a strip club! Didn't you get any clients askin?"
"Donna…. usually." He shook his head. "But the show must go on, right?"
"If you ain't ready –
"I can do it, boss." Dick tried to be bold. "I'm more flexible than "Mad Marcy and Daisy Dukes put together."
"If you get into any trouble, use the signal."
Dick nodded, puffing up his pretend chest and trying to work those heels like he'd learned. That action made for more toss outs of dollar rolls.
He really needed his own place, he needed to get back to his classes.
He –
Dick was about to step over to the bar, when a face made him to remember.
A gala of his father's, an older male with a white goatee and a single eye…
Dick froze as one hand hit the pole, waking him up.
"Yah! Wanna see that ass shake! C'mon, baby…"
The man just sat a few seats down from the dirtier talking crowd, as if saying "go for it."
Dick left his mind awhile and just moved.
Limbs as vines, he decided on a belly dance style routine with a more interpretive style.
He'd been in a show as a child almost every day of every week, on the road and seeing how the greats worked on the high beam.
His legs gripped the pole as he never forgot to work in a spin, so a bunch of bens hit the stage and he…
Was hooked.
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Dick came back out of his head again, and started to see a few things…
That Donna, would have blown that whistle for.
The one-eyed male was sipping his drink, the rude assholes were starting to command he take it all off just his brow started to take on a light sheen.
Dick saw the money they had, his legs hanging over in a V split upside down as he kicked off a long boot. To the side, stockings high and starting –
Dick got upright and avoided a tear, or that just more money wasted for him.
The one-eyed male drank again, as if nodding an ok.
Who was he-
"Hey! We paid to see you dance and flash us, pretty kitty."
The man with the biggest grin grabbed Dick's wrist as he wrenched it free, his heart going harder from the close contact.
Just do it…
His other boot was slid off, the man taking it as Dick felt he'd never get the thing back without Brice's aid by the bar.
Brice was a bouncer who just loved to beat up deadbeats. He got a kick out of his white knight syndrome the most. Dick usually made sure he was around…
Tonight, however, was his night off….
Dick paled, his hands placed round a choker encircling his throat. More whooping went on as his hips moved slower.
"Are you my granny, girlie?? Her cha - cha slide was way faster than that – hop to it! Chop - chop."
Dick sniffed and his pants didn't get removed, his bracelets, his…
Dignity…
He saw his reflection in the white-haired male's glass. His face gawking at –
"You can't do it?? Heh, then I'm not takin –
"No!" Dick stopped and dragged off his top, the bra staying as his hands caressed his sides, going lower….
Another voice not from the group had Dick falter.
"Pathetic."
Dick looked up, the one-eyed male was finishing the last of his beer, disinterest settling as his eye shut slowly.
Dick gritted his teeth and let out a breath as his pants came down, the cup keeping his boy shorts from showing what he was to these nice gentlemen who had his ticket out. He got to his knees and spread, leaning back and nearly in a bridge as his legs swung up to grip the bar. He was safe…he'd –
The man had left, and Dick was after than near five hundred plus closer to getting a new bed. Rather than a full one-bedroom suite.
"Encore! Encore! Whoo!"
That night, he learned that just because he'd been sexually assaulted, he was still far from a pro. In his mind, he was still a damn virgin, rather than a pretty boy victim.
That, one word made his cheeks burn up.
That man, had known something he wished he did, as the last thing Dick did was go to the back for a way to get his frustrations out.
When he met, him.
There, lighting a cig and pretending not to care in the back alley...
/
The man was back every night for a whole week, then the month, and Dick?
He made pure gold as long as he played along.
The man had influence in the local underworld. He was the eldest son of the Merico gang, a mafia family that was a big deal in this city.
Dick wondered if he'd done too much by getting acquainted with such a dangerous person, but then it came time to graduate from just pole dances and cheap thrills.
He was going to lap dance, and tonight the boy's lucky play date?
"Willy!" (I'm killing it so Wilson is what he's called.)
Dick ran over in a pink asymmetrical bob and high black platforms, a rubber black dress and leather cuffs. Still a bit on a wobble, yet handling it.
"Take those puppies off before you kick him in the groin, pretty thang."
Will's associate was to his right, so Dick ignored the man. He wasn't interested in taking orders tonight.
"I'm better at this height this way." He giggled while in character. "Don't you think so too?"
"I want to see if you've been practicing with Donna, Aoi."
"I was! But she is pretty tall, so I have to gain a few –
Dick was pulled full flesh into Will's lap as his mouth, shut.
"I think you need a refresher course." The male put a hand away to the side, as Dick got to work.
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"How big is that ass, child?"
"Roy, he's trying at least."
Will chuckled and leaned back, enjoying the way the kid –
Will stiffened a minute and felt…something off, moving?
"Oh!" Dick looked at his watch. "Time's up, baby…I'm sorry. You know the rules."
"What do I owe you this time, for thirty extras?" Will held up a couple hundreds, as Dick's eyes followed the roll hungrily.
Dick hummed and put a finger to his lips. "About two, three if I get one more…second, on you?"
"Will really likes…those cheeks, man…" Roy bobbed his head while a young miss Archer came on by to shoot an arrow to his crotch.
"You think one more…."
"How about a kiss?"
Roy's suggestion had the taboo sentence change as Archer gasped, her hips finding a pause.
"That'll cost way extra." She replied, letting Dick know he was also worth more if they co –
"Deal." The one eyed- man pulled out his extra limit and reached for Dick's shoulder to tug him in…
"Why don't you let me lead...blue bird."
Dick fumbled easily in his position as the men's' lips crashed, the money calling as his fuzzy senses started to fail in wanting out.
He had to do this.
Get a real job.
A real education.
A –
The man pulled back, seeing how blissfully overtaken the teen was, that smirk never dying.
"You taste, divine." Will slashed a cocky smile with a low hum.
Dick felt nothing of those words but danger, as if he should ask to be excused.
The man let him up but not before tucking that double wad into his false bra.
"Come back, anytime…. I don't bite."
Like a wolf.
Dick nodded and gave the most flirtatious wink though fake, that he could. Archer was done too, coaxing Dick to the back while Will never took his eye off of the poor teen wobbling on, in platform Lolita gothic heels, with his nightly figures met.
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His worry increased, Will had a…
Dick took a breath, a knock on the dressing room door.
Donna stood there, worried while holding a wrapped package.
"You got another…. Aoi …. I know this is –
"I don't want it." Dick crossed his arms and tried to block out those…. that eye…it wasn't right. That man had a problem, but he just…
"You're not the only one. I had a dude here try to propose to me –
"I didn't ask for that! I'm underage!"
"You're also running from your pedo - father, but we can't all just put on a dress and forget that we have other lives. We still live here, in the present." She went over to Dick and rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. "You are gonna get to your dream place. Just run through the motions and if he bites, we kick him to the curb. But you got a reg!" She smiled, her tanned skin and gold bracelets looking God like to the little ballerina.
"I, don't know if he wants more…"
"Sex is a no in this place if you can't. Our policy is pretty strict."
"And money talks." Dick sighed. "You knew; why didn't you warn me? That, you live like tomorrow you could end up…with nothing?"
"I've lived this way for a long time, since after my dad passed." She told the teen. "They'll get Bruce convicted, and you can stay with Alf. He's –
"Old, nearly decaying." Dick put his head down, mascara running. "I'm going to have enough for a ticket to Scotland." Dick sighed. "But if I try to get away from what I am, it'll hunt me back down."
"Then…." Donna trailed on. The mirror reflecting her as being too tied to these morals to recall anything else.
"Don't leave until this guy is kaput."
/
Dick took his time, the lap changing to more tongue and then, the boss realized he was serious. Too seriously depressed.
He came to Dick to see bags under his blue orbs, knowing something was up.
"He getting too friendly with my little star?"
"I just give him what he wants." The boy always seemed to reply. "It's just one more night."
However, it was HOW the boy had gotten to advance that worried the boss of the joint.
He had Donna check it out, one night after their shifts had ended…
/
Dick wasn't here with her as a door shut. She woke groggy to seek the light switch. Getting into quick clothing, he had to have not gone far.
It was only a few blocks. A could thing said had rattled the boy.
"I know who you are."
That night in the back alley of the club, he'd been exposed, blackmailed.
The man remembered under all of that make up who Dick really was, and he begged the man to not go to the police with that info.
At first, it was just getting all of the attention, the kisses harder, until he'd made more demands well after dark.
"Your father would love to lock you bac in that tower, he still owns custody. With all of that money, you'll end up shipped off with him to a place where he can get his way."
Dick had shuddered, begging that the man please not do anything brash.
In exchange?
"If I ask for it, you'll do. No complaints and your secret is safe. Tonight…I'm going to teach you how to get me hard, little bird. The pay will increase, but you'll still be mine no matter how many cocks come into your lap."
Donna fought back a gasp as she saw Dick debating himself to…a mobster.
Just as he performed on that stage, no part of his liked this as Dick steeled away his concerns for this man to be touched.
"Good…a little tug, a stroke. You've got the knack. And next time? I want it in your mouth. Balls deep. We'll practice….good, blue bird. Just like that –
"I'll do it now."
Donna felt a tear to her eye, angry tears.
Duck wanted to go to his paradise one day, all the money from that man…
He took the tip and crinkled his nose at first, before his tongue lashed over the head, hand moving to cup and roll the man's testicles.
After less than a minute he went down lower on his knees, Donna's eyes wider as he was nearly –
The man's hand went to the back of Dock's neck as the kid's eyes flew from their sockets.
"Nice and heavy….good…you got this in….the…bag!"
The last thrust made Dick's eyes water as something thick and hot starting pooling past his abused throat. The man clicked his tongue while wagging a finger with a smart grin.
"Two thou if you swallow it, little blue bird. Come on, I know that coastal town in Cali is where you want to go. You're so damn, close!"
He came again. Dick's reflex to swallow of choke set off by his dream being waved like a fat carrot in front of his face. Thick as this mess was, he never protested. The taste was bitter, his lips tingling as the one eyed mafia son pulled out, a strand of white linked to his cock and the boy's puffy pink lips.
"You make for quite a sight, my dear…if you were to ask me for more, I'd give you enough to move to your dream house….in fact…if you did more than oral for that extra, I'd make you never think twice." Chuckled the man as Dick was tossed the two and a half thousand.
"You're mine, remember not to let anyone else have you while up on that stage, little bird. I'll be by in a few days to see if we can up your training. Get those dreams to come true a lot faster."
Dick glared over his shoulder as he headed off, not caring as long as his jar got fuller by the end of the week.
/
Donna refused to come quietly. She went to the one eyed man one night with arms crossed over her chest.
"You can't see Aoi anymore."
The man looked up from his sip of vodka and frowned. "Is there a problem, Amazon?"
"You have broken a rule in our facility." She huffed back, gruffly. "I saw you in the alley What you are doing is purely, blackmail and to an underage dancer. I'm going ta have –
"He doesn't seem to mind." The man ignored the Amazon, even if she knew her rights. The boss still wasn't so golden…he could be swayed.
"He's desperate and you're taking advantage of that. And you know too much. You know the boy behind the stilettos."
The man took a pause, hand through his slick snowy hair. "You don't seem to see the big picture. Donna, he is the son of Gotham's elite and I know that despite the allegations, the man will go free. And when he does, Dick won't get to play hooky. He's using me, as much as he's borrowed that identity to forget WHO he really is. And, being a gentleman, we made –
"You said you'd rat him out." Donna leaned over the table as her breath was filled with spite. Dragon fire laced her every word in front of this snake in the grass.
"He wants a home, not this. He is too young and the boss thinks you're a problem."
"Oh, Joey and I go a ways back." Smiled the toothy wolf. "If I want that boy in the upstairs suite for an hour, I may just ask. Not like he hasn't been taken before –
/
He didn't come back for a few days, yet he wasn't to be stopped and the gifts got even more personal.
A cruise reservation of the Scandinavian waters. A trip to a world class spa that involved a bit extra that churned Dick's stomach.
And no matter how many of these damnrd proposals he sent to the kid's door, the boss was powerless against one of the most powerful men above him.
The last bo mx would come, Dick needed to get out of his head. Yet, he refused drugs. He refuses to numb himself. He was a child performer. He knew how to like to God or a devil in the face if he had to.
Donna couldn't say a anything, as Dick was determined to fill up that jar and make waves in the city of Angels and sinners right beside her.
Jump. San Francisco. He wanted to finally be free, no more cock and ball torture.
A few more months, his attitude would change.
/
After a jaw aching week of getting men hard for more hundreds, the real scare came when his boss stood beside Will at the front, head down as there was no …
Dick came up in thigh high stocking and pumps, a mini skirt and bra top. He'd gotten bolder and the chokers that man gave him he did use.
Some were with words, others with jewels that made his blue eyes sparkle even more while he twirled or twerked.
"Our client…. Wants a full package."
The boy's eyes sagged, flying to the two men, Donna unallocated to cut in while her body throated over a Kent in the corner.
"Says after this, that'd be it. You'd be home free."
Dick swallowed. It was tempting, and inescapable to his reputation as being flexible.
"How long for."
"TWO."
Will smugly smiled. "Or as long as you can keep up."
That, wasn'tgokd but the boss had to have dirt being used on him too.
"I'm sorry kid…two hours, Double, And I got my girls at the ready if he puts up a fight. No violence. No drugs, no toys."
"Is he prepared for it?"
Dick had to let them know.
"Give me fifteen." Dick rasped out a bit hoarse "I'll be ready to go."
/
He borrowed one of Big Mertha's dildos and started to push..
The burn made him wince, but the money as he let it go in and out, biting his lip at the pain.
It had to be worth the worst of it, yet.
/
"Are you sure this is the right-
"I won't give him a bad time…and if it gets painful, we'll try to go slower." Promised the mobster.
/
Dick was coaxed into the room layered in pink and black.
"How about we strip." The door shut as the timer was set.
He nodded, not being as open as on that stage, yet the man did the same.
Shoes, boots, socks and Dick's tight crop top.
Pants…. belt…even blazer, all ended up ready to burn upon a pyre.
"There." Both were down to their underwear as Dick's hands clutched the sides of his lace –
"No more boy shorts, kid?"
Dick flushed.
"Actors don't take shortcuts. The goods ones step…"
Dick flinched, feeling hands at his waist.
"Into…"
He was tugged against the man's chest. His shivering back touching hotter flesh as the boy felt something run towards his thigh, moving to go up it. To find-
"WAIT!"
"Are you going to start, or should I?"
Dick took a breath, brain unfeeling as his hands and body moved to crouch.
"I'll do it." With a tug, he got to work on that torture.
/
Touching was easy, but being touched?
His cock was off limits, because…
That was Bruce's favorite spot to tear out his cries.
"I knew the night you took me for a ride, pretty bird." The man sat on the bed as Dick got the man harder.
"That anyone with a cockier attitude couldn't be this pretty….you had to be hiding the truth. Looks like the tabloids were wrong." He chuckled.
"I saw Wayne today. A few hours this morning. My daddy wanted a deal but he was too depressed. Without his little song bird at his side, he's not even a man worth negotiating prices with.'
"He was a terrible people person…" Dick rubbed the man some more as he pulled back, pre cum coating his lips. "Bruce as a father, he wouldn't open properly to even his assistant."
"Such dishonor, and without an alibi, you'll be free before long…you know, ah. I have a pretty nice club of my own down in San Diego. If I were to make you their star and not let a soul put a finger…in you, would you except?...Be my little ballerina and twirl where the water is warm…" He thrusted back into the boy's mouth, he wasn't relaxing enough, making the elder make it harder.
Once he'd come plenty, Dock dreaded the last part. One hour left ….
"How about this?" The man leaned back onto the bed. Hands behind his head with a smirk, he proposed a fun wager.
"If you can get me off before I can take you to heaven, then you'll get the money and I'll not bother you for as long as you want. No more games. But, if you can't make me cum in thirty minutes, flat…. I get to have you, any way that I want."
Dick blinked, seeing the man's hips buck as he straddled down. It was a challenge for his freedom. From this home he'd been good back to, and to…. his desire to go it alone in a city that he barely recognized.
"If I can get you to come…"
"IN. YOUR ASS."
Dick's eyes popped.
"Not a first, right?" Will chuckled. "Bruce Wayne planted that seed, so you have to keep hiding deeper and deeper still inside your petty persona. You don't have to keep running forever. Just, try to relax." Slade let out a small sigh. "Use me back. And who knows? You may end up a pro at it, make me pay the right way. Until I'm kaput, right, Aoi?"
"You…. won't be too hard?"
"Unless you like pain, no." The man told his pretty baby doll.
"I want you up for your next act. Not a mess on the floor, would break your poor girlfriend's heart."
Dick swallowed, his ass hovering over the man's…erect.
Member.
The older man cocked a brow.
"No prep?"
"I have to make it look genuine." The teen lied; he just wanted it to be a distraction. He was pretty slick already so the before-burn would be enough.
"Here…. here I….go."
/
A smooth slide was not what greeted the boy as he began to push onto the man's adult cock. It seemed to enjoy the kid's clenching and he did want to win a year away from said mobster, so Dick gave what he could of first time. Pushing away fear of Wayne's brutally frantic touches and advances, Dick fell and drove himself balls deep. To the man's shock, not a keen...no whimper as he gave a high brow to those high marks.
"You know how to detach yourself…" The man frowned. "Tou can't enjoy yourself then. It would be a win win –
"I'm not the one who should be coming."
Dick grabbed the man and pulled down, picking up speed as he rose the man, hoping his attitude. Might change.
"I….know…masks….you can't…beat me…"
He huffed and it was exercise, nothing but a little perspiration. He didn't care. He told himself if it was for the money, he-
The man's hands gripped as he was picked up, Dick glaring at the man with a face full of disturbed disgust. "Hey!" He tried to pry those fingers from him, but they made him bounce like a toy. Dick flushed red and groaned, not appreciating the boost.
"You were so…close!"
Dick felt it like wildfire laying at his skin. Electric as his head rolled back.
"Got you, blue bird…caged."
He pulled up, then sank him down with a rough ache forming between Dick's legs, a small gasp escape.
"On my cock."
He bit down as Dick cried out, the man's seed flying from him as he came before his client.
Pale faced and hot tears running down his gaunt cheeks, the spent bird didn't so much as groan…
"Y- you…." His eyes watered over.
Even despite his panicked look, Dick was made to fall back forwards into the man's chest, hand in his hair and still panting for breath.
"So, good at keeping up…but a loss is a loss." The man smiled with a crinkle in his features. So very smug and ready to claim his prize.
Dick clenched down and knew he'd not wanted THAT.
A blow to his prostate was a knife in his gut.
A killing blow. He just…
What would his asshole father do?
What would a Grayson do?
"So…. right now, I think you'll like this new game."
The man touched his cheek, a fleck of cum brushed away with his tears.
"You're going to be mine, and you'll get to have that home by the water…as long as you continue to keep on that mask. Be who you think you are for a while longer. No one else…"
/
He didn't have more sex with Will.
At least, not yet. They got reacquainted outside of the bar and it was, uncomfortable.
The down – on – his – one - knee joke from Donna was starting to look pretty well…. real.
Dick did calls, to the weirdo's manor.
Against his better knowledge, the job was keeping him away from his sugar daddy.
So?
He did what any could if their hands were tied.
"Role play?"
The man was into toys, and sometimes bondage which Dick just ignored, thinking only of his mask. He still got a what for, but never in the ass by the man…just, his toys did the majority of the work to make him come every time.
Soon, Dick started to take that as a challenge to make this man hate him. If he was deemed emotionless like his father had said, then he wouldn't be here much longer.
Play the part, go to Jump.
As if he were truly too modest to explain why, Will gave him a plethora of gifts, collars and even dresses as if he were still not a boy to anyone.
"My pops thinks you are just a doll faced brat who wants me with her always, but we'll just keep this secret between us as far as he gets it." The man seemed to like the lie; he wanted it going on and on, but…
Dick wasn't sure dressing as one of the man's maids was such a good idea.
"What if they notice me? I can't just give up –
"Kid."
The man gave a condescending friend as Dick held onto the hair piece and wig.
"You aren't going anywhere if you stay in that city. I can get you anything you want, and I meant it. You just have to stay this way for say…another few days. It'll be a very interesting bet. You know how Wayne was, but I'm not that uptight."
"You beckoned me like your consort. This isn't Ancient Rome. I have my rights."
"Then, by all means."
The man waved an arm to the exit. "I knew you didn't have the gall to keep on that pretty face. What else would you have without your body to percent? A degree? Money? A house?" He snorted, Dick being a few steps from dropping the act.
"If you can't do anything, you might as well go back to Wayne and fess up. Because, I know what you really did to him."
That eye was rippling, toxic as Dick looked over his shoulder. Fear dotting his face. Sweat almost ready to fall. Chest beating at a memory of what…
He was.
/
As a kid, he'd had a life lived full of what could be said as happy. He was, really.
When his parents had been murdered during an act, he'd found himself smuggled from the children's home in Gotham.
He was used for years and not for what he knew, a sleeper agent. A young killer, until Wayne…Batman came into the picture and took him from that life.
He was scared. Shy, even worried he'd hurt others.
What he didn't know was that his training included seducing his targets. He found this out as the trigger activated one night when Bruce had been attacked by an eco terrorist called Ivy. She drugged him up, and Dock for some reason made it worse. Then, then Bruce…
Took his innocence, he was blamed for it. Dick was the one who'd kissed him and then…
Beaten the man senseless, only to run away and never look back.
The kidnappers were never caught. Brice was put on trial. Then, Will….he was so, so…devious in getting what he wanted. If Dick said no, it was back avoiding the real face he kept to.
A killer, a monster.
A freak.
Bruce would come after him, beg to know what he could do to make it better.
Yet Dick had nothing to say, because they were both at fault. Toxins or no toxins , neither male had intended to listen to reason and it was going to be seen as a crime of the Gotham Billionaire's ward.
Yes, an adopted son which made this the case of the century.
Now, an underage rich boy runaway was having "relations" with a creepy monster's son, and he didn't know why he couldn't feel.
It had to be a form of brainwashing that had never left…making it all the more upsetting as Dick's throat bobbed, while he stripped down to his underwear and began to change into the French maid outfit quietly. Not a peep, as he did what he was told.
/
He was definitely doted on and it was not a bother between mobsters. Dick just looked like another call girl. He had chosen to do this , but after his trial week was up somehow he doubted the man was selling him the whole story.
"We'll be packing by tomorrow."
Dick looked up from his studies; Wilson had been generous enough to let him return to his course, a few more grades to pass as Dick's old self feigned being comfortable with so many things to keep him blindly away from asking.
"Why?"
Wilson put down his work; for even files on your enemies was still a secretary job, and spoke to his pretty Belle in her green lingerie.
Sheer, and all for a couple extra grand if he wore a silk thong to match with this lace set.
He had his own room, but sometimes Will would have him come by to play, only play. No sticking it in like the last time, and Dick was fine with that though…perplexed.
"I have a job out of town, San Diego."
Dick's pure blue eyes rose to the city's introduction. "I…get to go?"
"I have a place, nice. Little older, up in the hills. Nice view for miles; you'd be taking care of it for me."
Dick swung over the side and came before the big tough with shining orbs and a great big smile. Such a pretty face…well, except for the last part.
"Only thing is…" Will rubbed the back of his neck. "Richard? I know you think I'm using you and this arrangement is tearing you from your friends, but I do know you and I want…you to know so much more. If you'll be mine. There, in California." He tugged out something that spelled a bit of –
It wasn't a ring box, Dick's eyes blinked. Just as the color left his face when Will had opened it.
A diamond encrusted collar.
He gulped.
No…this was…this was far, far worse. He had to pull –
"If you say no, then I can always get Wayne to come and get you. You two can work things out. But if he knows, US….Whatever you've been doing in my bed…? He'd put you out and into an institution again –
"Stop! I'm…I'll go, but I won't wear that. That's slavery, and –
"You think you can just demand things without giving back?" Will slammed the box shut as Dick yelped, falling back into the bed frame.
"I….I-
"You wanted to be on easy street kid, well?"
Will splayed out his arms and cocked a grin. "You got it, it's either me or him."
The man warned with a sharp gleam in his one eye.
"Give me what I what, and no one has to worry…" Will crooked out his finger, egging the kid to follow his orders.
"Come, blue bird. I think you need to be punished properly this time. "
/
After the spanking and the teasing was over, the collar went on and everything…
Well, it got to be impossible to plan a way out now. Dick had become the pet of a monster, and as a monster he knew that one of them would have to get hurt or…die, first before anything could be fixed.
He was treated not like a maid or a princess, but something so very degrading that Dick had reason to believe that this grooming would have his trigger to go off.
Why hadn't it then, he had to ask himself.
Bruce had made it activate and Dick was able to feel fear, while with Wilson…it was a bit more responsive to his role. He was a glorified "pet." He was able to be fed, bathed and lounge about while going over his courses online, yet he was just trotting behind never right beside his keeper, and THAT .
Was the problem. It was as disturbing as the cases you saw on the news where girls ended up dead by the hands of demented mad men.
Wilson, was not mad. He was a greedy child, yet he had a way of staying the ever so doting caregiver.
Dick noticed signs of a possible Stockholm case and typed that away in case Wilson tried to break his promises too.
So many people he cared for had already done that. That he'd been offered to Will by an extrinsic fate such as this…
/
The car that drove up to bring the two lovers along to the airport was a sleek, black limo. Dick was in a set of clothes today for either gender and he was about to ask Will, why as they made it out to the front gates.
"I need you not to stand out." The man touched his toy's gemstone heart upon the front of the boy's luxury collar, fingers tracing over it and then to Dick's throat as he bent down to whisper something of a better importance to the boy.
"My men are loyal to only me. They can't tell what you are and I only know who you are beneath your batting lashes. AOI …"
Dick frowned as Wilson pressed at the small of his back, Dick turning before the door to the car opened. He was one foot in, before it shut, a dozen gloved hands pulled him into the back as he hadn't time to shout at all. Eyes rolling to the side to see, before his body went limp and useless in the arms of a stranger…
Wilson had never wanted him for anything else. …
/
"Wayne's kid. Yeah. Good to hear from you too…we gave it a thought and if you'd still be –
Dick overheard a conversation that struck him strongly, his body moving to look up with a groan. He was tied up and gagged, while three other men kept Dick from squirming while their boss was on the line with an important client.
"Yes, yes. We are in agreement, then. See you in a few hours..."
Wilson slipped the cell back into his pocket and watched Dick's pretty eyes light up with anger.
"Let im' speak." Will told his one goon. The gag was pulled back with a yank as the flustered runaway made sure to get his money's worth.
"YOU TRICKED ME???" Dick exclaimed loudly.
"I'm not staying. I'll SCREAM…. HELP ! SOMEONE! HELP!"
"Sounds proof, and we're on our way to do more for his case. To help your papa out a bit." Wilson just sat back with a leg crossed, his eyes turning to the window with a chuckle.
Then. Back to his prized pet of the week...
"You coming to our city wasn't a small reason, kid. You came crawling back, because that's how THEY programed you to think."
Dick didn't believe the man as he tossed his nose up, snootily. "How can I trust what you are. You wear a mask too…you tried to make me go back!"
"Wrong, kiddo." The man wagged a finger at the boy's face. "We got to you first, because the Organization of Minerva wants you to come home."
He sat forward, pulling out an emblem from inside his coat.
"And I am? The one who gave them everything in a wrapped gift bag. I run it, the underworld where my dad, the Owl's leader hides." He smirked as Dick winced between clenched teeth.
"You weren't just a performer, boy. You were groomed to be, a Talon. A real monster, just like me. So, you think that you getting the gig was an act of kindness?" He snorted, Dick's eyes falling to the floor.
"Donna was there to get information, just like the rest of my parroting priciest agents of chaos – but Wayne had to just…." He laughed into his palm.
Dick stared up. The truth so very thick as smog.
"You…. got him poisoned, so that I would run! You set us all up!! You! I won't go back! I'm not a killer! No!"
"Too bad." Sighed the one eyed male, his eye scrolling down the boy's frame as Dick was given a tighter knot round his ankles so that he wouldn't kick.
"And I'm not Wilson, that's my cover." The man shrugged. "Call me, Deathstroke. Your only friend from now until the owls come swooping in to steal back their little, baby "prodigy."
He ignored the boy's bouts and kept taunting. "When we get to that plane, you and I can have a nice long chat."
The man reached over to the boy and put a hand on his knee with a calming gesture. "I still want you with me on our next mission. After all." The man put some pressure on the leg.
"You'll be the one pulling the trigger because I told you to, Dick. You're not cut out to be a stripper. Your real talent…is in the blade you'll wield once I'm done making you an impossible target for those birds of prey."
Dick looked up and with the gag back over his mouth, his eyes soon got a similar blindfold as the car's jutting…. made him…sleepy.
Dick was set up. Bruce's enemy was given that drug to ruin him. By…. Deathstroke.
And now, Dick was the lapdog of a true monster. His new owner was a superior fighter. His file not in the computer of the BATMAN, the alter ego of the billionaire's.
The man that had…
Dick ground his teeth and was moved carefully from his seat, a jet engine sounding right from outside.
Sound proof my ass, he thought.
"Just a few more hours and we'll be by the water. Sun, sand and surf, little blue bird."
The man had a hand to Dick scalp to tug it awake.
"When we get there, I've decided to let us christen the sheets."
Dick bit against the gag. Panic rising as Deathstroke laughed off the small mouse's murderous glance.
"You have your father's murderous gaze. Yet, if only he knew that you cared…a, pity. Guess I get to fill that void up, have the old you become a distant memory. Say goodbye to his city."
" Nnnm !!"
"Hush." Deathstroke commanded with a finger to his own lips.
"Just enjoy the ride, you can do that. I want by all means to help you and your papa. You don't want to be a killer; he doesn't want to go to jail. If you pledge yourself to serve me, doing whatever I ask…I can pull as many strings as need be." The man clutched the boy's jaw and whispered in close.
"Be mine, Aoi. Be mine and MINE, only and you can finally have a home to go back to…I'll make it so, if you hand over your lovely innocent self to only I, your new master…"
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Also, Minerva as in Athena? Her animal symbol is the OWL!! So? Whose side is Wilson really on??
IT'S long so two parter! Find out!