Teen Titans Presents Robin - Torn Legacy of a Prodigal Son
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Warning to this chapter! Grant is a bastard so he has a similar possessive personality to his dad – due to this, he wants Jason but in the same way, needs him and won't let go. May do a one shot on this but to the readers this is a dark spot of abuse so please read with caution. Dick is also having gaps in his memories due to Slade administering the serum to make sure Dock is ready to kill the competition in a few more months to years or when Slade is sure Renegade is all his name can be. Will Kori return to find Robin no more than a puppet or is a part of him still living in shame over the crimes he's been made to commit?
Will the teams find out about what the
Light has in store, and what about Artemis's story? Is Roy double timing Jade like she did with him? Find out!
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Chapter 51: Doctor's Orders – Rain on MY Parade; Fold for Me
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Tim knew a toxic partnership from his days beside Bruce, well… before.
Catwoman, wasn't all fluff and nutter, but raw and sometimes bitter depending on the crime. She could be sassy, witty and quip a lot harder than any Robin had in their short history. However, what he saw on team Defiance, made him wonder if unconsciously, Jason had called out to his little brother for this exact purpose of sounding the alarm.
Grant was a sicko, sometimes the bad boy friend type. Belittling Jason had Tim at first try to confront their snickering team leader, saying he wasn't fit to push anyone around.
Yet Jay had thwarted that, not happy about it though since HE and GRANT that night slept together. In a bed, but by the morning, Jason had a black eye and just said it was him hitting the bed in his sleep. On the headboard. (THAT IS A HINT OF ROUGH SEX OR WORSE SO KEEP NOTE.)
Next was the way breakfast was. After a meal Andromeda tall at the table about a potential job, Jason was again acted this time to the bathroom.
Was it corporal punishment going on, or was Tim smart enough to know that Jason's boyfriend had all of the characteristics of a sadist and of having a narcissistic personality disorder by how he turned down anyone else's solutions.
This had to stop, so one evening, one time after he'd seen Rose and Grant dragging an kinked out Red to the sofa, Tim panicked and ran into them both with a bowl full of questions to choose from.
"Why is Jason unconscious?? What happened to the mission?? Grant, you're supposed to –
"Shut up and sit down." Grant turned to Rose and she tended to Jason, Jade not back yet from her night time prowl. "Kid, we should rap. Sit, now."
"You can't do anything to me, I'm here of my own free will. I'm not even a part –
Rose shook her head, Grant lunging out to grab Tim by the Hoodia collar as he fell back and yelped, Grant's eye looking at him as he sneered up at the man he still could pin as a-
"Your biggest brother fucked up the last job. Dickie is no more, not to us as a hero or a threat. He's much much, worse…you could have been there, but did you think about doing more than playing with your stupid tech???"
He shoved Tim into the sofa where Jason was still not batting an eye. "Just…you can't keep acting like him. Even you know that my brothers aren't safe anywhere! You told Jay to bring me into your pack, but look at us!"
Grant dropped his eyes to the sofa, rage behind it searing hot. "You. Just tagged along to keep him happy. You won't even fight and you damn well are old enough to dress yourself in our line of work! Blood isn't enough, we want what's owed. So, did you, right?"
" I stayed to help Dick, but no really. To help me." Tim added to clarify. "I'm here now, you can't act like a tyrant cause it ruins –
"Slade won't suffer until we finally make him cave. Now... now!" Snarled the dirty blonde assassin.
"Renegade is about to become the new replacement." Rambled on the assassin. "He's gonna do it! He's gonna make Dickie fucking immortal, like all of us….so, you had better quit complaining and help. Out. NEXT TIME I TELL YOU TO."
"Then quit hurting Jason. Quit abusing him to make him stay here." Tim finally said with a gulp. "He already cared about you –
"He cared about a human, but guess what?" Snickered the assassin with a sigh. "YOUR brother's been sleeping with a demon, so he can't touch me. But I…have his attention, just fine –
"THAT'S MANIPULATION ! YOU'RE SICK –
"I am the one who saved YOU, aren't I?" Grant pulled out his gun in response, Tim's gaze unfazed since he'd already survived the Joker and Two Face. "If you shoot, you'll prove that we were all right, Deathstroke was right too. You can't be a leader; you can't even hold a gun the right way!"
Grant held it close before grabbing Tim's arm and yanking him close while the kid didn't have time to kick the other off. "I'm not just doing my best with your brother…I want him on his knees for me." Snarled the dirty blonde killer. "All bats don't sass their keeper, do they?" Grant shoved Tim onto the floor, gun returned to his holster. "Just hang out a bit until he wakes up. Jay – Jay is tuckered out from the ride back home. Rose?"
The platinum haired teen looked up expressionless, trying to stay alive a bit longer.
"Watch them for me. I'm going to talk to another face that might want to join our, pack." He smirked at Tim's face as Timmy glared from the hardwood. "I'll be back in time for a full debriefing. Make something to eat for yourselves. Five am is combat practice, remember it well."
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Rose pulled down a few bowls and a package of imported noodles from Wintergreen in Europe. "Want fish or chicken with this?"
"You, cook?" Tim had collected his laptop now blocked, and had placed it to hi his side while Rose showed the ex hero a side of himself that was…more something he'd expect of Alfred.
"Had to. It was something I was taught though do…"
"By..." Tim trailed off to ask.
"Wintergreen, a friend." She told the boy and began to set out a pot for the pasta, with a pan for some salmon in the freezer. "I can treat us. It's only seven – ish."
"My digestive tract mattered extra time to digest." Tim frowned. "Any greens? We would be scolded for…" Tim patted his cheeks, thinking he'd had enough of being a bat. "Never mind… whatever we have is fine… Rose?"
"Spinach, mushrooms and….oh, asparagus. "
"Is that, frozen?"
"It was on sale."
"It'll taste like water."
"I won't put it on the same dish, be grateful you're getting any." Huffed the young assassin as she went to finish up her prep. Besides Tim being a Wikipedia brain and a foodie snob, they had a decent sit down supper in minutes to quiet their minds. After the dishes were put away and dried, Tim returned to his room with his laptop. A screen was on save there as he opened it up.
~ Day fifteen, I think? This is diary entry number…~
Like a good willing captive to a bunch of dangerous killers, Tim made sure to document his accounts day after day, he never skipped one. As far as hacking through Rose's firewall, he had the codes to di that too and would send Snippets to Spoiler's inbox so she could keep an eye on him from away from Bruce's torn eyes. Tim was not ok with what Bruce was really trying to do by stopping Slade, that his other objective was to drag out more about the Light. If Dick was expandable, then what about the rest?
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Grant had no gall, no glory as Slade continued to project what he had never not wanted onto Dick's frame. For days, it was like coming out of a coma. He remembered the after, not the before. He'd ask Slade about someone with long red hair and Slade would tell him "that they weren't looking to save him."
He did not lie, never. Dick was his apprentice and as with Terra's disposition, the lies could pile up. Slade took greater pride in Dick's training than even hers; she was just a weapon, but then…
Dick flinched and pulled his fist back, assessing the damage as he shut down.
The Serum. One dose couldn't be as Slade began the process over a slow symphony's worth of time, orchestrating the transformation through the ring and collar Dick wore. He took his medicine and the change, his perfect matching DNA had Slade realize a marvel meant to take his crown when he saw it.
"There…I…I hit the wall! No…. what's happening to me??"
And for Dick's fragile mind to ask the wrong questions that way? Slade couldn't have been more relieved.
"You're getting better, the serum from before may linger, but it is a gift." Slade lied to the kid, seeing as he couldn't use his fists until Slade cornered him to do so in a spar. Dick went to bed without supper but….
"Are you hungry?"
Slade came to his room in the haunt as Dick's sweating, pale frame shook its head. He said no, but his body…. said, no.
No, as in….
Slade put down the tray as he rushed to feel Dick's forehead. "It's starting. Come with me, you'll do fine in this…. I promise."
Days and screaming minutes later, as Slade's replication could have killed the boy in his medical bed. He had night terrors and tore up the bed, just like Rose had. He tried to attack Slade and wept like an idiot.
Like Grant had, even when Slade had only seen half of what the HIVE had done.
"You're almost there, keep calm…. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
Their bond was forged through deceitful means, while men like Slade kept their words close at hands. For words too, were weapons. "Slade…. will you, stay until I fall asleep?" Circles round his puffy sunken eyes, Slade put himself close enough that Dick thought his ears could pick up the sound of a heart. "For you, I can do that. Sleep…. this will seem like nothing but a bad dream once you should wake."
He'd told Rose that and she'd cried in her sleep, Grant had whimpered and cursed him out.
Dick weakly chuckled and showed a small sad smile, as if this was the end.
It never could have been, not for his case of having a perfect match to have the serum running through his veins for all eternity.
"Sleep…. sounds nice…" Dick smiled and laid his head down into the hospital bed pillows, the drip stealing away the screams to replace that with a clouded existence.
Gods be it all, he'd live. Slade sat there before he had to leave, to move. His body refusing, but his heart…. his heart was too stubborn for its own good. Humanity, be damned.
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Bruce did all he could to take the solo route, his parenting skills lacking as Cass and Steph got worried about the downward spiral of their leader. His actions had gotten him benched from any JLA meetings, and missions unless a real terror came to terrorize. Cass was afraid as much as Steph for Timmy, he wasn't bad guy material. Maybe, human shield so, they both put their combat boots down.
"I have a plan; we can't let Batman know so…. you have to distract him."
"Why me?" Steph looked at Cass from the roof, a bacon egg and cheese half way to her lips as they stayed together on patrol. Cass rolled her eyes and snatched up the food, wrenching it from Steph's mouth as she jumped to grab the greasy easy eats from her partner's gloved grip.
"Black Bat!"
"Shut it, Spoil – sport."
"Just cause the Robins are gone, you can't quip and tease me so much…" Pouted the purple clad vigilante. "Shoot, go ahead…."
"Jason still wants Slade to pay, but we want Tim safe and Dick…. I have a bad feeling. So, we can add ourselves to the mole – patrol."
"When did you get so punny?"
"After our family started to pull apart, you idiot."
"Hey!" Steph caught her meal as Cass tossed it back. "So, what do you say? Be a good girl and let me work on the outside for a while? I may even get to unveil who's running the "Light." She added, the other heroine gawking and losing her appetite. "So, we…. just have you –
"I have friends on the inside, Katana is a thought." She chewed her lip. "And, one other…" She rubbed her arm nervously as Steph munched on her burger a bit louder than one could call chewing.
" Gross, much?" Grimaced Cass, as Steph gave her a smile with her squirrel cheeks all a – fluffed with trans-fat carbs and overtly - processed wheaten starch.
"Yuch!" She bobbed her head, no need to explain that this plan had a batty exposition; as in HOW did Cass have friends with killer instincts still?? Where had she been not realize that??
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Jay was up later once the two of their crew had come and gone. He slumped onto the sofa and turned on a movie, not caring if it was too loud. Some Crime Noir flic as the window let in a breeze soon after the next scene had begun.
"Hey, pumpkin."
Jason grabbed the remote tightly and pressed the volume up, the stalking figure in silver in his light.
"I said –
"I'm busy."
Grant sat in a less presentable matter. Blood on his uniform and a glint in his eyes as he slithered across the cushions to touch Jason's battered kneecap. "Did you make the leap –
"What." Jason frowned and didn't make eye contact. They were on a hiatus until Grant gave up trying to kill his impressively vampiric daddy. "I want you to look at me." Grant moved his ungloved hands to the other's throat, pulling his chin as Todd flinched and tried to tug, only Grant had the serum and Grant wanted to say a few things before they settled in for the night.
"Timmy said I was hurting you, babe."
Jason was on his back on the sofa in an awkward position, Grant's breath across his chest as he spoke in a whispered word, the movie blaring as a private eye held a culprit at gun point. Right between the eyes.
"None of his business."
"I said the same, but he doesn't listen to me. You... didn't tell him anything?"
"No."
"Not what I like…to do when we sleep together, bitch?"
"Shit. Not a good –
"Or when I took you in the first time, you let me in and loved every second…." Grant licked his lips, his face red with a passion that made Jason's stomach lurch every time. Like a hungry wolf from a fairy tale.
"Not, now –
"Why not?" Pouted the merc's son as he began to undo the front of Todd's jacket, his prey not bothering to fight it. He was already healing from other bruises. These would smart, but he deserved to be marked for letting things go this far. They hurt each other, a way that lust showed and Todd….wasn't immune to Grant's advances when he asked or made Jason lie beneath him.
Like this, as a gun shot sounded and Grant sped up to find the other's chest. Pecs still a bit lean from the age he had yet to acquire of it. "I like you like this now, but when you're bigger…. oooh….I think you'll have a competition, donch –
"No, douche bag….I, don't –
"I know you didn't mean it, Jay." Grant dipped low and dragged a set of fingers to tweak at a stray nipple below the shirt that Jason always wore. The vest was off, which meant he'd not gone drinking or to party. Nope, a good little lap do –
Grant stopped, Jason going quiet as the movie's lines made them both stare at each other. Thinking to the day they'd made that partnership a reality.
~ Monday will always drag ya down, Mrs. Carter. Who's gonna tell me I have to put up with you giving me lip about my work, my life? I don't want you here like this, not with –
~But, dear Detective….I beg of you to take pity while you can…~
"That actress is really overselling it." Grant snickered, his head moving closer to Jason's.
"Yeah, and you wanted to be on the receiving end last time. Said I took you to heaven but hell, who won that time?"
"No one, X." Smiled the assassin as he came down to kiss his blushing prince charming. "You…mm…."
Jason came up for air. "You….know…..rules –
"Screw um, we can think it over, dolly….we can…" Grant fell into him as that night, the television became their cover. They made up, but at the same rate, it still ached for Jason.
"Hard…too –
"I'm not stopping…" Panted Grant as he took the other, doggie style on the cushions. "Don….break…. sofa -aa!"
"I can buy us a love seat next time." Grinned Grant as he sunk into the heat of Jason's forgiving ass. "What….do you do to keep it tight back here? A million…effing…..squats??"
"Ah……I…..box, no….most….core…. god!" Jason had to cool his vocal cords so they both wouldn't scream and wake up the team. "Fuck…. fuck…..coming… comm–
" M…..gonna…..wreck…..that ass of yours….Jay – Jay –
Jason soon broke out in a cold sweat. Wait? Where was he?? Was this Bosnia?? Where –
"Jay??"
Grant pulled out carefully before Jason's panic attack could take him to that dark place. "Hands, here…I'm here….I'm here, babe…..please, don't go to that place…." Grant gathered up a sweating, horrified Jason into his arms, his instincts swapping not by the serum, but because he wasn't the demon everyone expected him to be. This, was why Jason had stayed. In the beginning, Grant had never left his side. He was never perfect, but neither was this little boy grown into a spoiled, neglected sociopath with a death wish.
He'd get Slade later. Jason was here, and Timmy….
Tim was down the hall, ears hearing what was really going on.
They covered it up. Jason hurt out of his own hurt from the torture Joker had put him through, how Bruce had left him. Lost him to a persona that had nearly given him a new purpose. The notorious Red X was put away for another day, yet Tim still had a widow ledge to climb out of. He still had a reason to warn….
Babs, Cass. He really didn't want to hurt anyone but Slade, so…
He curled up by the door to his room and waited until the sobbing in the other had quieted.
The last line in the movie being, ~ Moments like these ones are precious, Detective. I never lied to you, I only wanted my husband back from a place I can't go to all by myself. You'd helped me when I needed it the most, and now….cough!...now, all I wanted, was to show you….how grateful one can be if….given the choice to find peace in a war that never should….have….started…. ~
The actress was dead, the movie was over and she definitely had not been overselling her lines, as Tim bit back a sob and shut the door to fall asleep at his screens in the next hour.
Bravo, for taking his heart on a joyride in one single sentence!
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Jason felt like shit the next morning, he woke up and rinsed off, seeing no activity from Tim –
Jason shoved open the door. He panicked. Grant! He couldn't have…
The man picked up his unit and stuck it in his ear, everything set as Grant picked up. Jason was seething over the sink, his ears red and burning. "Where is he? You didn't tell me he was going to fight….bring him back or –
~ Oh, but don't you remember last night? ~ Grant chuckled darkly as a soft click had Jason fall to the floor and yelp like….like….
He checked his throat.
"You….used the tech from Terra on me ?? As a shock resis –
~ I love you all, Jay…but you could really hurt yourself, ya know? ~
"I was right before, you manipulative son nova bitch ." Jason snarled and looked for a blade to cut the damned skin dot off his neck. "Where did –
~ Why else would I be so coy with you, babe? I made sure it stayed in this time. Won't shit it out. Took my daddy's word to not fuck up like he did with T. ~
"In…in my –
(Yes, ass pun. No joke like I said. Grant is insane.)
~ As…I was saying, you've got time to join us on a mission here. I sent Rose and Timmy to see about Los Angeles. Some activity got me nervous. Real hard on it for a new play by play. Oh, you have no idea, pumpkin. ~ Jason sniffed and could hear the other young adult definitely getting off to his own words.
" Fuck you. I'm getting Tim out and leaving –
~ Or…I could kill a Titan, if that's what you want? ~
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Oh…so why is Grant using tech Slade had at his disposal? What's going to happen to the Robins? Where is the JLA and what are the Titans up against now?? Find out!