Sladin Or Bust! – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin
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I live in a town where across the street, an event including music is held….and so, my dear readers - a combination of groping Sladick/poor Richard at a sports game AND the movies? Could not decide, so…. this will be a fun one. And it takes place on a subway coming home from the BCPD. How weird, huh? I'm angsty from my flares and work was boring, I would like to hope this fills the Saturday night fevers you all got from last week's additions. More autoimmune stuff to deal with and…. here we are!
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Strangers
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~ There were times when being held felt too, real… ~
Officer Dick Grayson had boarded the subway car to head to his neck of the woods by after ten at the latest. Nighttime, and the worst place to be for a mugging, or even…
Even the eyes of a familiar face were fake as he tried to stay closer to those on the car with him.
Five, no. Six more stops. Dick tapped his hand to his hip and waited. (just to anyone who knows about subway assaults, this is more to smut and Dick's comparison of lovers than to the fact he is being stalked. We will explain.)
If he could only hold back and wait until it was time…
Time was not a magical construct, it was an illusion and a tool to use against him as he stayed stalk still, pretending to not be on a subway ride with a potential person of interest. BEING the person of interest.
He was, interesting. Charming, daring and sometimes even coy, yet the time in college had been pretty messy…he and Roy had never been buds as much until he began his career as a cop. Before that, he'd been noticed by those just like the archer, only more so fixated on their purpose of having him suffer.
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The jeering, shouting crowds at his Gotham University team's yard was quite packed. Dick had to squirrel and fidget as he was able to spot Barbara Gordon in the stands he'd been headed for. This wasn't his game, he'd rather stick to track than be a beef, but the books would show it later that he and she had hit it off when Kori had taken a break. A bag of her favorite tooth rotting snack and a soda in the other, Dick attempted to climb, if he didn't feel as if he'd be pulled back down.
She waved and he'd never felt so far away, the trip –
The bag tripped along with him as he tried to flail for it inside the hurricane of the sport game's fan base. The team's biggest were not a fan of Wayne's kid hogging Babs's attention, and he'd gotten them to back off with an easy punch in the lunch room. They'd backed off, until tonight.
"You lying down an' taking it, Dickie? Show em how Gotham U is not the place to get creamed…. like we're gonna do to you."
In that moment, he was dragged away, sweating and Babs's eyes missed him being dragged back behind the bleachers. The zipper of one of the delinquent jocks in question had a grip on his hair as Richard met face to face a rather menacing opponent.
"Suck me off, rich boy. Come on. Your girl wants you to be horny for her, hell…we can fix that…"
The sinister cock in his face was unclad, no protection as Dick shook his head to look away, the man's head was brought over and jaw forced to accommodate his upperclassman's tall member of the pack.
"He's doing it!! Holy shit, get the shot! Hurry it up! You skank, Grayson! Oh my –
He took it down and sputtered, the men here just as vile as they pulled down their own flies and to that day…
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Dick looked behind him. Yeah, always on top. Never off of the receiving end…
The stalker was in a seat a few less than before away. He wasn't giving off ivy's pollen, and none of that pheromone junk like in the movies.
Movies…
How had that happened, he wondered and looked back on a film in a dark and cold theatre out in his city…in Jump as a teenager. And no, it never happened. He'd dreamed of Kori…of her tongue over his slit and to the underside, sucking noises and making her lips pucker as his sack was drunken from. Her teeth never grazing. Never harming.
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"The day of the De – part ….?"
(Not related to the film!)
" Departed, Starfire." Dick grinned in his Robin uniform; she is hers as they shared an afternoon out on the town together. "Please, what is the thrill of seeing men being destroyed by their own machinations?" Kori asked with question marks above her head. "It's about an A.I that tries to take over the planet. It got great reviews and five stars. I…. thought you and I could –
Her eyes lit up as the sun. "Oh, yes! I do wish to spend the entire afternoon watching a counter – productive film that explains to a great extent the state of your planet in the near future!"
"Is, that an…ok?" Dick looked like a turtle until Kori grabbed his arm and they flew to the booth, she was bouncing on her heels with joy as they were each handed a slip to go in and view the big screen production.
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"Is it n – not the ch- chillies, in here today?..." Kori shivered as Dick gave her a comforting stare. "You, can lean on me if you want. I won't worry about it."
Again, they were closer than before; Tokyo in winter could not be this toasty, only authentic screen lit up did it again dim.
She had her lips to his, the moment being….
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That was an innocent time full of uncertainty, and though he was in fact safer in Cali….the streets in Blud were still home to Nightwing…
Nightwing, the vigilante with a heart of gold.
Yet, not many could top that….
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Midnighter had always been a fun face after Dick's SPYRAL play time, yet there was one more he'd never expected to topple by. The real face he kept seeing afterwards….wasn't that one.
"You're changing, Wing." Slade said it fondly, his age never really getting him along. He was older, better. Dick knew that deals with Deathstroke were never set in stone, though he made it seem that way as Dick clenched the wall, arms round the merc's broad trunk of a neck, his back arching as Slade just…came. No prep, nothing.
That wasn't so innocent, Slade had said it was a test. A fluke, and the stains never washed out. Dick had slept with women, been abused by harder jocks with hard - ons, cut down to his skin and bone by magic and sin….sins so deep, that he moaned into the man's chest a second time, the man being glad to feel…appreciated.
"No one else can touch you, Nightwing…remember it. I won't be far."
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A purr that early had to be a promise.
The robber, train groper was there as his hairs stood, only this time?
Dick knew how to fight back. He didn't have to be a hero, he just wanted to go to sleep, as the grabby swine's teeth were knocked in. He dusted his knuckles and sat down, his chest on fire as he breathed in the silent ride one last time.
The ping * of the car's systems had them stopping, not a soul left on this car as Dick tipped his hat to the mugger.
"That's my stop." Leaving the punk to gape at the gash to his face, Dick had not even turned down the street up at about eleven when a face in the dark sauntered around to greet him.
"HI, mi amore."
"Catalina." Dick smirked, his hands a bit bloody from that tooth to his bare knuckle.
"Are, don't tell me –
"Late night at the office, Cat." He shrugged. "Were you out on patrol long?"
"An our, maybe longer." She sighed, back in her civilian wear. "Did you want to call it a night, muchacho?" She asked and walked on beside him. "To think; no one would take on a vigilante, but you – cowboy? I need to tell you about this city..."
"All of Blud's many….secrets?" He walked a bit closer, hands outside so she could hold one to her face.
The bloody one.
"Come on, my big strong, hero." She smiled kindly and pulled his wrist to get a move on.
"Let's go and get you all patched up."
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This is sort of before she…you know? So yeah, strangers are scary even the ones you think you know. Dick is a victim on all counts and this proves that even if he's in that flashback of an order. Tell me if you liked it! Till the next one shot!