In the basement of a fortified, nondescript warehouse Slade Wilson stood casually glancing at his surveillance monitors. It had taken some research to secure his new captives but the time spent doing the leg work had been worth it. The anticipation of things to come left the hint of a smirk spreading across his unmasked face.

In the first, the bright fluorescent lights in a stale room shown on a young man. A white tank top and black joggers hugging his built figure. His frame contorted slightly forward. His head hung, short dark locks falling around his face. The sedative was wearing off and he was stirring. His lips pursed and brow furrowed as his muscles shifted, lightly testing the restraints of the metal chair he was fastened to. Sparse beads of sweat gathered at his temple and around the collar of his shirt. He would definitely have a headache.

On the second monitor, a young woman sat with purple hair gathered in a long, full braid that had grown disheveled during her capture. Her attire indicated there had been no warning. A black, silk, crop top with matching silk shorts. Her smooth, grey limbs were manacled to the front legs of the metal chair bolted to the floor. Her large violet eyes began to flutter open as her ample chest heaved taking in waking breaths. Slade's eyes lingered perhaps too long on this part of her form reacting to the chill in the room.

The outlaw told himself to be patient as there was much time to play.

Nightwing

What the fuuuuck. One minute he'd been beating the crap out of a punching bag in the training room. The next minute, he woke up in some dark vehicle before feeling a prick and being knocked out again. That is, after someone actually knocked him hard in the head. Even 5:30am at the tower wasn't safe.

Reaching out to Raven through the bond, he'd hoped to tell someone he was gone. He was having zero success. Not a good sign. Either it was somehow blocked on his end or her powers were being blocked. Shit. He needed to focus on what he did know.

His head was splitting. Courtesy of his friend in the car, of course. Oh, but also no coffee. A bonus. What even was the time? He reminded himself to breathe. His hands were handcuffed behind him around the back of a cold metal chair. Quite uncomfortable. The restrained legs were an added touch that was rather annoying. The metal bands around his ankles were built into the chair. Probably activated by some switch outside of the room. Hands could be broken or bloodied to slip out of cuffs, legs would be a more difficult matter.

He felt so exposed without his suit. The temperature in the room was cold. The thought sent an unconscious shiver through his arms. Gods, his head. It was too early in the day to be captured!

Focus.

There was nothing in the room but an old TV screen on the white wall in front of him, a large table a few feet to the left - also bolted to the ground - and his chair. What was that on the table? A fucking baby monitor? Lovely. Some communication could be nice.

There were two doors. One with no handles - assuming control switch operated - that must lead to an adjoining room. The other door with a large handle must lead out. Mmkay. That analysis took all of 15 seconds. Now what?

Ugh, decided to start testing his restraints waiting for the fun to begin.

Raven

Azar, seriously? Couldn't even get a decent morning roof mediation without being bothered. How in the hell was she transported to this treat of a place? Also, why was it so fucking cold? Couldn't wait for her to put on real clothes, either. This is the last time she'd leave her room in PJs.

The restraints were way too fucking tight. Not a rookie villain, she supposed. The leg nonsense was also irritating. She supposed she'd be chatting up this baby monitor soon to find out what's going on and assumed the TV wasn't for her viewing pleasure.

() () ()

Slade raised an eyebrow at the monotone voice resounding from Raven's cell being picked up by the camera. She was looking directly into it. Her violet eyes bored and unamused.

"Given this fancy chair I'm sitting in, you'd think you could afford a later flat screen model."

Slade chuckled. The witch had always amused, terrified, and captivated him. There was fond history to their little … relationship. No matter the years that had passed he could still feel the fear as he pressed her against him. The thrill of her body shuttering, utterly helpless and spent as he showed her the destruction she would cause. The day he tossed her over that cliff. Ah, but she was a capable half-demon woman now. Not a chemically imbalanced teenager. She seemed a bit feistier and he looked forward to the full extent of their reunion.

He'd chosen the pair for a couple of reasons. 1) They were reliably up before the sun. Convenient. 2) There was love between them. Unclear what kind, but there was a clear familial bond. His plans didn't require them to be in love.

Slade pushed off the desk he'd been leaning on and strode over to a control panel. A screen turned on in each hero's room. Showtime. He smiled.

() () ()

The birds watched from their separate rooms, footage of a backyard. A beautiful, visibly pregnant woman and her toddler son were enjoying the morning sun in their backyard. The son laughed on the swing, appearing to jabber away while his mother nodded at him off to the side.

Nightwing's heart sank.

The camera angle panned away from the yard to the inside of the vehicle parked close by where where the footage was being taken. A 9mm sitting on the passenger seat. A black masked person waved, holding the camera in front of them and cut the feed.

Slade

He considered the eyes are the most fun to watch for moments like that. Raven's especially. That was a reaction. Those lips pursed ever so slightly coupled with those wide, purple opals. He couldn't wait to see it again.

His mask was hiding his eyes but Nightwing's posture is slumped. Good enough. He needed them to understand the consequences of noncompliance.

"Bummer I couldn't view it in HD," Raven's voice resounded into Slade's control room.

That mirth.

He pulled out his phone, tapping into the two baby monitors. Raven's monitor would now be able to hear Nightwing's, but not the other way around. He wished he could be around to watch her react to hearing his techniques, but it was all being recorded anyways. Nostalgia's sake, of course.

() () ()

The main door's hinges groaned as Nightwing's door opened.

"Slade. Of course. You know you could have just called. I missed you too."

Slade's chuckle echoed through the room as he walked in with a peppy saunter, his hands clasped behind his back. He proceeded to circle the boy wonder. His metallic uniform of black, grey, and trademark orange creaking as he went. His neck craned up and down, making a show of surveying every inch of the hero.

"Your proclivities outside of hero work are well known, wonder boy. Just confirming the hype."

"Ah, so we're just going to stare at one another for awhile? Very good. How about you engage me with a riveting explanation of the big plot you have. Then, I can escape, have you arrested, and you can break out again sometime next month like always."

Slade paused his circling behind Nightwing, his gloved hands coming to rest on the young man's shoulders squeezing roughly and moving into a deep massage. "And what if I'm not feeling particularly chatty, hmm?" Slade's hands firmly drifted downward feeling the shocked man's breath hitch as he pressed the gloved hands into his chest. The hard muscles cultivated from many years of training made Slade feel quite invigorated. He hummed his approval as he moved to appreciate the young man's substantial arms.

"Nobody up for romantic nights at the bunker, Slade?" Nightwing uttered through clenched teeth. He was taken aback by these… tactics?

"They eventually give in…" the villain returned darkly as his hands returned to Dick's chest and continued down the expanse of his torso, kneading the hard flesh underneath. Slade's head alongside Nightwing's ear, "I see the rumors are true and the boy has definitely grown into a man."

Gods, he wouldn't, right? Nightwing felt his hands sink lower to trace both sides of his pelvic bone slowly lifting his shirt to access under the waistband. He was breathing heavily and panicking, wanting to stop him before being further encouraged.

"Slade, how about we cease this getting-to-know-you time and you tell me why I'm here?" His voice sounded smaller than normal. Great.

Slade paused and sighed. "Sad. And here I thought you were beginning to enjoy yourself," he said cavalierly. He clicked his tongue. "No matter…"

He swiftly removed his hands stomped around the chair to face Nightwing and sent a resounding punch into his jaw. Bloodying the lip in the process and taking the hero completely by surprise.

"I'm okay with a more traditional torture approach, as well." Slade chuckled, caught his breath, then sent a punch into Dick's abdomen.

This continued for a few more minutes once Slade was satisfied with the lovely markings he'd left the boy wonder with. The sounds that reached the empaths ears through the monitor were also sure to sound unnerving.

Slade removed himself from interrogation mode and pulled out a small knife, walking over to set it on the table next to the monitor. "You'll need this later. Don't worry, I'll warm her up for you." He cocked his head, his hands clasped behind him and gave a mock bow. "It's been a pleasure."

Nightwing glared and spit a mouthful of blood in the outlaw's direction as the man practically skipped out of the room.

Her? Fuck.

Raven - 30min Ago

Nightwing. So she wasn't the only one. And Slade… ugh, she should have known. A big blackmail and mind game guy.

Ha, Dick was getting right to the point. Why did she have a feeling they wouldn't receive a straight answer on why we're here?

This was heading is a bad direction. Slade was always obsessively interested in Robin so, of course, we'd be going down this road.

"And what if I'm not feeling particularly chatty, hmm?"

There was silence. Azar, fuck. Whatever he was doing was definitely not a casual beating. Come on Dick, say something to her know here was okay. Listening to this was … messed up.

She'd kill Slade.

Tears started to form in the empath's eyes. Listening to her best friend be touched by this monster sent her blood boiling, and anger manifested from the helplessness she felt. She pulled hard against her restraints, scraping her wrists under the metal bands holding her to the arms of the chair. It was painful but at least she felt like she was doing something, attempting something.

Then she heard the punches start and Nightwing's grunting at the impact. She winced. It was hard to listen to, but this was an interrogation both of them were more accustomed to.

"You'll need this later. Don't worry, I'll warm her up for you. It's been a pleasure."

She then heard a door groan open and then slam.

() () ()

Slade congratulated himself on an adequate first session with the boy wonder. He was jarred, that much was obvious. Now, for the gem. This would be good.

Slade quickly switched the settings on the monitors so that Dick could hear everything in Raven's room but not vice versa.

Raven sat with anxiousness at Slade's final comment to Nightwing. Surely he was just trying to get under Dick's skin. Still, it was concerning given what had just transpired over the monitor.

Her anxious musings were interrupted by the door easing open with a cacophony of metal against metal. She took a deep breath, centering herself. She was a fucking half demon superhero. She was going to be okay.

"Raven, Raven, Raven…" he purred as he stalked over to her. "It seems you have opinions on certain aspects of your accommodations. " He was resting his hand on his hip.

"Yes, I'd like to leave them, please."

"Oh, that's cute." He pretended to consider, finger on his chin. "Hmm… you did ask nicely. But request denied for now. Perhaps I could be convinced later." He cocked his head.

Raven didn't react and stared blankly. "So, the high quality cinema…" motioning her head towards the screen.

"Ah, yes. Just a couple of people who will pay should you and bird boy not comply with my… requests. Alice is one of my best and eager to test her sharp-shooting."

"Requests. Which are…"

Slade circled around to the back of her chair and placed his hands on Raven's shoulders in a similar manner to Nightwing. "All in due time, little one." His gloved, right pointer finger moved from one side of her face to trace her jawline. "We still have catching up to do."

She grimaced and wrenched her face away from the touch. "What did you do to Nightwing? You didn't just beat him."

"Oh, heard that did you?" He clicked his tongue a couple times. "Nothing he didn't secretly enjoy, Raven. Not to worry."

"Develop some new tastes over the years, Slade?"

He circled back to the front of her chair.

"Why don't we chat about you, Gem? Tell me…" he leaned in. "… what you felt, hearing your friend, your leader. How desperate were you to…" his finger stroked the broken skin of her wrist. "…intervene?"

She looked away from him, trying in vain to squirm away from his touch. He cupped her face firmly. "That feeling? I'll bet he's feeling it right now." His tone was menacing.

With that he stepped away from her chair.

"You really are beautiful. Putting in my formal request to have your uniform show more skin," he said leering at her. She scoffed and he abruptly switched to interrogation mode. "I'll try not to mess you up too much," and he sent a punch to her stomach.

Raven doubled over unprepared for the blow and coughed. "Soo… this is you giving it your all, huh?"

Slade's masked eyes widened and he grinned. Since she was still bent forward he back-handed her across the face.

She closed her eyes moving her jaw from side to side. "Seems like a bit of a sexist move, Slade. You backhand Nightwing, too?" She cocked her head.

"If this is the way you want it, Raven, I'm equal opportunity." His blow impacted her side now, nearly stealing her breath.

"You must not have much to play with down there given your affinity for beating powerless, restrained, 20-somethings. I hope you feel powerful now." Her voice was strained and raspy, but still glib and it was pissing Slade off.

"I grow weary of your incessant mouth," Slade growled while stalking behind her. He pulled a small rag out of his back pocket, seizing her neck causing a yelp as he shoved it into her mouth, being careful to avoid her teeth. After tying an additional strip around her head to secure it, he pulled her neck to the back of the chair so she was forced to look up at him. "I plan to use this later," as he ran his hand over the gag. "…but I don't want you exhausting all your snide remarks before we've even begun."

The look Raven gave him conveyed complete hatred. Slade then allowed his free hand to begin to traveling down her neck as the other slightly restricted her breathing. She struggled against him, her chest heaving, closing her eyes. He let the wandering hand enjoy the top of her rising chest, dragging it across kneading slowly downward under the flimsy fabric of her barely-there shirt. Had she always been this … gifted? The small shriek she uttered through the gag as she shook her head told him he managed a breakthrough.

He was very aroused now, so it was time to leave. That look in her eyes, the panting, the rise and fall of her… assets. Fuck.

"Mm… I will return for these later," Slade murmured. "For now, there's a joyous reunion afoot. Enjoy."

Raven raised an eyebrow regaining her composure at the withdrawing of his violating touch. She watched him saunter out of the room.