Teen Titans – Robin; Torn Legacy of a Prodigal Son –
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Chapter 25: Home Sweet Haunt – Double Crossers
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Grant pulls a fast one on his new allies – will his ego push him away from the light? We'll find out soon enough!
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Dick was konked out in a room that made him believe he wasn't in Kansas or Jump anymore.
He groaned, hand to his skull, bleary as his eyes slowly opened up.
Boots greeted him.
Yep. Not. Kansas.
"Your old friends, have decided to side with your old mentor."
Slade lowered to one knee, towering over the tied up and gagged boy wonder.
Lights flew on as the bots lined up in single file, feet shuffling as the indestructible monstrosities they'd been crafted to remain.
Slade then let a screen drop down to reveal his folly.
The city, his city stood there.
Frozen forever within a paradox.
And the Titans did fight, and –
"N nmm!" The gagged protégé wrestled with his teeth stuck in a twisted mass, his fingers and knuckles gone white as he ripped out a yell to get Slade to look at him, growling as the lap dog he'd become for their sakes.
"Pretty impressive technology." Slade ignored and walked over towards the city's fall.
In pictures.
In. living… color, colors that stayed. That never thrived or bled as an hombre-colored sunset, or a passionate rise of the early day, or at dusk as the stars rivaled the earth in droves.
It had all been washed with a single coat. The transparent lines bowing as nothing stayed out of place, all of it in fragments shifted just so – frame by frame at an hour, as Dick shook. Feeling his betrayal run deep, rage would consume his spirit only until he had Slade's deal.
Check, as the man stayed structurally unbeaten before the wounded warrior.
And, mate; for he could not do this alone, a conquest of these original origins being between origins, as Dick waited for a word from his captor.
And between, partners. He was a student forced into an apprenticeship. A boy who had believed he could well to save his friends by being…
Bad, and allowing this to happen.
"You broke our deal, so that means I get to break you. And I'll bend and break every bone over and over –
The man lifted up the kid by his scalp to spew his miasma about.
"Until you give up, Robin. Now, Renegade? Care to sell yourself short, one last time…"
Dick lowered his head and tossed it side to side, not a breath but Slade's to comply.
"You've truly given your all, but it just wasn't good enough. You'll work as you have, where I can keep a close eye on your progress."
Dick looked up, confused, fearful that…why was Slade not hurting him? His children were in danger. Terra –
"Your bewilderment is adorable; I've simply made up my mind to keep you. The Bat may not defeat Rose or Grant, but one thing is clear, child…" He whispered low into Dick's frozen lobe.
"I have nothing to keep them close anymore. And…you can't run from me, so you've won it." Slade dropped the kid back and chuckled darkly. "You're going to be my sole heir to a legacy worth defending. Congratulations, Renegade." Slade's one eye joyfully spoke for itself.
"You are now "again" my favorite pupil to train to fight at my side. Welcome it, for that lone legacy will also be YOUR future to claim. No triggers if you keep up the good work." Slade grinned and turned a foot away from the boy wonder. Dick kicked his legs as the few bots that came for him would escort him to his cell. He couldn't let Slade make that call.
"I'll be by in the next hour to tell you the news, that the Titans have been incapacitated, and the Bat…what should we do with him, Renegade? – Oh, right." Slade let up a hand and snapped his gauntleted fingers. The bot closest to the struggling hero tugged off the kid's gag as Robin riled up onto his knees, seething through his nostrils.
"I don't want what you're selling, Slade." Dick stated in his most disdainful tone. "If you go through with hurting them…Then, No deal. Kill me now, or make me a Titan so I can face you one on one…to take back my city!!"
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Short, but late thanks to series of doubts getting my attention. Find out! Read on and distance curious.