Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin –
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Autoimmune flare today and I was so pissed that I wrote this to represent the fear of aging and the vulnerable self-worth of those not in control of outcomes – like post op autoimmune conditions that chronically destroy your throat and stomach! Here we go – WARNING FOR DE – AGED Jason Todd out of body experience GRAYSON ADULT SLADE ALTERNATE REALITY, DREAM HARASSMENT AND ABUSE ABDUCTION ETC. THE DRILLS. Actually, he's in the body of Jason's former aged self and his consciousness of Dick as a Titan only sees what kid Dick sees in the past. Altered realty by a bet with Slade and Klarion. However? Slade gets to be by a twist of fate and magic on the receiving end. Well? Figure it out!
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Not His Baby Bird
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Dick had stumbled through his adolescent years in another way, yet….
Klarion, or someone had him look at himself in the sheen of a jeep's mirror as he saw his own face and panicked. He was wrapped up in the dark, back trunk of the seat, the car in drive as the face at the wheel remained an enigma.
He was gagged, but not blindfolded…. why?
Still, his kid wrists and massive wedgy – making green tights took the cake. He still had his gloves, so Dock got to work on cutting the ropes to find the exit from under his abductors' sights.
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Right. Finding a boy who was pretending to be Robin in this city…. was strange. Slade had set up camp in Jump to call it home, yet how had the bat let a thirteen-year-old take the wheels of the bat cycle all the way from their city? The kid was the spitting image of a cunning face. His slender frame in his case was an insult, as Slade peered through the mirror to see –
He slammed on the brakes; foot on fire as the boy grunted painfully, his arms freed half way as Slade slammed his door to get out of the jeep's front seat.
Dick gasped and hurried to dislodge his other wrist from the bindings, his heart and head pounding by the swift blow.
Before the back door to the jeep, was pulled back with a click and a yank. His body was dragged up to look in the man's steel grey, his army gear as promising as a knuckle sandwich for trying to bust out of his binds.
"Well, well. You really are the true boy wonder after all." Slade purred, not necessarily shocked that the kid would test him upon waking to his predicament.
"Damn right, I am!" Dick's face dropped as he saw through ANOTHER part of the glass his full….
Oh, no….
His face went chalk white.
"You caught on pretty quickly, child." Slade sighed. "About what I'll do if you try me the next time –
"No…no next time…this….is so, wrong!" He kicked up as his leg hit the merc to release him, his swing enough to help his topple from the car and scurry under it. Slade rubbed his face and growled. Not in the mood to toy with any bat – brats today.
"I can deliver you to me client, Robin…" He grumbled in a tone of a parent talking to their delinquent son.
"Or, I can just run you over and call it a day."
Jason panicked, no finesse as Dick groaned inside this body that was clearly a magical time – mumbo jumbo ploy.
He poked his head out from under the car by and inch, only staying to get pissed.
"You, aren't joking-
Slade's one eye, yes one, fell onto him as Jason yelped and was forced to crawl backwards, under the car to hide.
He shouted as Slade's one yank had his leg tugged from the back no sooner to drag the brat out from under his jeep, his hand so close to crushing the frailest bones as a child's. Slade's tormenting presence had Jason dogging through his belt…. where were his weapons??
"Your toys are of no use to you, Robin."
Slade dragged the kid higher, flailing idiotically as the man had the blood rushing to Jason skull as he screamed.
"HEY! LET ME DOWM, YA CLOWN!! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!! YOU'RE GONNA BE –
"NEWS FLASH. Kid." Slade turned them to the view of Jump City before the bay, before the Titans.
Dick's heart sank, while Slade just waited for the kid to cool it. "No heroes have come to this City, or ever will. You interrupted my construction project." The man hissed as Dick knew what that meant. Deathstroke was gonna wail on him. Big time.
"I should send you in a box back to Gotham on THAT bay." He pointed with a free hand.
"Just see how long it takes for you to swim to shore. But, you do have some impressive bidders that want you in one piece…so, to pay for the damage to my equipment-
"Uh, did I do that?"
Classic Jason…Dick had to talk that brat down later. He was Nightwing! This was before the second Robin, so why?
Magic, uh. Duh.
Then it hit him. He was himself, but…wait… was he?
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"Yes, I know! Jeez, Teakle! Kill ALL the fun, will you?? My money's on the hunk in body armor –
"REOW?"
Klarion blinked from his interdimensional pocket in space and gawked at his tiger demon tabby familiar's, not so innocent remark.
"TRAITOR! Teakle?? He's a meat – baby without a …. how did the kids say…" Klarion tapped his chin to think of the phrase.
"Without any once of praying to be done! That is so, you! Always the opportunist! Why are –
" REAW!" The cat clawed the warlock boy's nose as he was forced to let Teakle have its vote.
"FINE! If I win our bet with DS or whatever, I am going to so wail on you as punishment! Got that? Now; wait, watch…and learn…"
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A bet with a witch boy that he could make the kid fall to pieces, but this was just…
Wrong. So, a spanking and a gun to the skull to get him to return to daddy bats would do.
"Hands off, creeper!" As it was, Jason was more of a spitfire than the original. His foot wasn't the thing that took Slade by surprise, yet his head-butt to the man's
Slade went to kneel as his goddammit! Did the witch boy tamper with his gear?? That was a kid's skull! Not a fist from Bane!
Jason or Dick inside and watching warily, had no intention of sticking by to wait for Slade to growl back his retorts.
Jason?
Was a damned tease as he made sounds that toddlers might call 'comedy gold.'
" Aww, did I give the big bad Mercenary a boo – boo? Well, I'm not gonna apologize, loser! Come and fight me or get outta the way!" He stuck out his tongue as blew a raspberry at the killer for hire.
"Sass, boy? Do you know WHO I am??" Slade freed the pain from his mind as a single mask was pulled from his side. A face that Dick recognized as he shouted along for Jason to –
~ HE'S A KILLER!! RUN, YOU IDIOT!! RUN!!~
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Slade stormed after the little mouse; that flightless bird was not going to get away to a tower that didn't even exist. He knew. He was hoping to bring Richard to his knees to work of the angst, but no!
Klarion had fucked with their times. Their!
Dick was going to put a bullet through his head by the time the rather embarrassed boyfriend got back to Blud. Oh, I'm sorry I gave your brother a stroke and assumed you'd not care about it being from a bet with another magical villain in a different universe!! What was he supposed to say to Grayson? I effed up the duel between the witty and witless??
Slade fumed behind his fully masked front and saw a blur pass between himself and the wall.
Aha. Not so hard was it? Jason was no –
Slade didn't see it coming as his back side was violently kicked forward into –
Into a crate.
Into.
AS Klarion's MAGIC DID THE REST.
Slade bellowed, grunting as he tried to keep a lower profile. The kid stood behind him, pointing and hollering as he kicked Slade again. The man growled out and turned his head, the crate more a cage as the splintered wood kept him jammed in it; his head on one side, his ass literally in a pin the tail on the mercenary stance as Jason whacked !
"What the hell are -
" Yach!" Slade bit his tongue as Jason moved with a light hearted flip to stand before the merc's exposed , masked head. His grin was wide as he snickered and forcefully tugged off the metal plate, Slade snapping as the boy tossed the thing to the mess he'd created.
"I remember you, dummy. Batman was no hero for keeping me outta the action, but I got some down time right now. See? I'm gonna punish your lazy butt for my boss! Then he'll have to let me go on my own solo adventure. Sound good to you, butt – face?"
"Your puns are precious, I'll give you that." The man deadpanned with a seething sigh. "I'd like to face you like the bat does his own nemesis. The Joker wouldn'tappreciate being upstaged in the "laughs" department. With my body, NOT inside a crate corrupted by magic." Chuckled the merc as the kid's face twisted in irritation.
"Magic, huh? Can I….make a wish and I'll get what I want - to put you in the stockade, Dick head?"
"Kid, I'm this close to breaking my code. Go find someone else to pester!" Shouting was a waste of energy. What did Bat's idiot son want??
Jason shook his head and smiled back, that notorious wise guy as ever Dick had explained to the merc back in his reality.
"Hmm…no. I'm gonna spank you like your mama never did." The kid sneered. "Might get you to quit making a mess of Gotham and all of Interpol."
"You little –
"But…hum…" Jason used his hands to create a camera angle, boxing Slade into his box further as far away, while watching this picture Klarion was bawling.
"That's a good look, so what about…" Jason's hands motioned to a broken chunk of wood as he picked it up, his smirk growing as he showed the untrustworthy meta his bait. "You. Chew on it. Do it."
"No. Put down the wood, boy wonder."
"Yes you will; if I scream? Oh – how….Uncle Supes would wail on you soo hard! I can't even say I'd stay to watch them bury ya at your funeral."
"You'll be dead and in this box before he gets here." Slade promises with a frown. "Get me out of the box, drop the wood and I'll cancel my contract. Easy."
"But…you'd never do that." Frowned the boy wonder, Dick groaning from his while seat as Jason's very dead conscience.
"I can make an exception." Slade said. "Just, this once –
"No." Jason shook his head, nose upturned as he took the wood to the back of the crate with him, Slade muscles regulating at the blood into a way to pull this stupid box off of him. To get the damn bird's full attention.
"WE can call my uncle S here, together!"
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Jason Todd; the second Robin in their universe. Called later Hush and alternative to the Titans, Red X. Currently in their timeline as lovers, Nightwing's anarchist piece if crap brother – the whipping boy of the Bat's arsenal that took on jobs the bag might call cleanup work. A useless, I'd, save for the fact he'd seen death and was about to relive it in THIS reality –
If Dick didn't side with his later boy – toy and stop the little snot from subjecting Slade Wilson; A.k.a. Deathstroke, to either tickle torture or a mild smack on the rear.
Only it wasn't mild if you were using a splintered piece of board to hit that home run that was Slade's clad ass!
"Who sent you, old man?? Was it Two Face?? Joker wouldn't have the cahones to look at hiring anyone without a smile on their face…was it Lex?? C'mon!!" The kid groaned and sent the makeshift bat – board of wood to whack the merc's rump again. Clearly, he had a darker side that went beyond turning into the man that had killed him.
"I…won't…both…er!" Slade said between gritted breadths. "Stop….kid…!"
"Want me to do it bare back, old timer?" Grinned the youth mischievously, Slade wanting to guess that the kid was incorrectly using terms...
"Then Supes would have ta put you back in YOUR dog crate if he saw you, and I could always be the victim. After all…" Jason was relentless with his hits, stopping only to taunt the male every few minutes. He was a kid, his stamina wasn't an adult's. Slade had to –
"GAHC!" He coughed, the splinter digesting into his outer tight painfully as Jason wedged it in deeper.
"Either you tell me why you took me out, really, or I go with my promise to turn you into a work of art. Black and blue paint sold separately."
"KID." Snarled the merc, thinking he was talking to a nosy Klarion who had to be dying of laughter by now.
"DROP -
The boy took in a gasp as Slade heard the idiot boy fill his lungs to call out to the strongest and fastest JLA member still alive. "Do not! -
"UN-
Slade felt his core rather VIBRATE as he let the box around him shatter, arm ripping out to grip the dumb brat by his cape, setting him eye level as he choked under the collar with a gasp. "Don't." Slade sternly warned, seeing the boy gasping and going redder by his lack of oxygen.
"I'm supposed to make you sorry, same as me..." Slade looked at the boy as Dick saw that gleam and finally had the hutzpah to overshadow his apparent host properly.
"W-wait!" The blue of Dick's faithful glance had Slade still. "DICK." Slade sneered. "Why Am I not surprised?" Slade wasn't thinking of him, Klarion. Dick had no clue as he was hoisted up and tossed into the remaining crate bits, Slade pinning his legs down as he removed the brat's belt. "This will teach you both to push…."
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Slade would not take the kid; he was a kid after all. But……he could distribute the proper punishment.
"See how you like sitting on hot coals tonight, little bird." The merc yanked down Jason's tights with no afford, his gloved palm coming down, hard as Dick's chirp came through. All too clear, Slade had to hold back how hard he wanted to fuck the real Nightwing in his reality into their mattress.
"DON'T EVER!"
Jason wailed as Slade laid down hit after hit on the new Robin's spoilt cheeks. "Pull that crap! It's not your city…I'm the only one…. who has any jurisdiction. Just until…. Grayson becomes…. a Titan!"
Jason blinked back tears, not before Slade landed his not so toasty finale of swats to end today's bet, and by tonight?
He'd have another little blue bird to fuck to relieve this, terrible evening….
"SLADE!! SLADE!!"
Wa…. s….he awak…..e
~ Slade!! ~
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Dick sat above his lover in their bed, his forehead plastered as he shook the other male's shoulders rather violently. "Wake up!! Slade!!"
The merc failed and batter his one eye, gripping Dick's arm as his was turned to lay beneath the man.
"W –
"Shut up, I need this."
So, they fucked like rabbits for another hour or so, Slade coming rather quick as Dick panted and laid beside this perfect fuck of a man.
"So…" Dick licked his lips to approach the man's earlier question, but carefully. Slade could get hard again if he instigated, and marathon sex was not fun on a weeknight.
"What did you dream about? You were thrashing and I…Couldn't wake you up."
Slade sighed and sat up, hand running to the cleft of his hero's perfect ass.
"Do you remember a week ago, I told you about how Klarion taunted me during a contract right after the kill…. we had a bet. To see if you could dominate me, or the other way around. Guess who won?"
"What?? Why?" Dick gawked at the man, eyes squinting at his boyfriend's explanation. "You had dirty dream abou….t…. what the hell, Slade-
"HE started it! Threw me in another alternative reality and made me come face to face with a younger…. Jason Todd…"
Dick's face paled as he shook his head, slipping the arm offend hoping to. Oh god…
"No, my God, Slade…. you didn't-
"No, and the weird thing was…. I didn't fuck him. Don't assume things." Slade snorted. "Klarion made it so that your "consciousness" was also inside of the kid, don't wanna ask him WHY, but it was in a reality where you were not the oldest Robin. He wasn't listening; that was the exact moment that I had constructed my lair in Jump City…in that reality." Slade rolled an eye.
"So, my consciousness was in Jason, to a degree….he was….the Robin I was when I went to California? And…what did you do to him-
"I told you; he was getting the way so I put a muzzle on that brat. He escaped, while I was going to send him back to daddy Bats in a crate and he…. Klarion had bet on "you" winning….so he was able to bludgeon me into said crate." Dick held back a chuckle, imagining Slade trying to break out of a magically infused dog crate. "So, I gave him a punishment befitting of a brat of his…reputation, Dick."
Dick looked the man up and down, reality biting hard, but…
The man WAS hard, here, under the sheets. Dick let a sumptuous little smile wind across his lips as he ducked down to collect the man onto his hands and face, Slade blinked at the fact he'd been discovered.
"You just wanted me… hum…. but Slade?" Dock looked up with those teasing, innocent blues. "Don't tease Jason, you should know better." As his little bird engulfed Slade's rather dripping member with saliva and pre cum, the man groaned and sat up, hand in his dear lover's head of ebony hair. "You…. are all that was missing…thought you'd feel it through him…now, here we are. And I got what I wanted."
Slade smirked into the air, hoping Klarion was imitating a boiling lobster right about now.
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~ TEAKLE!! NEXT TIME WE PICK A SAP TO HUMILIATE, I'M DOING THE PICKING!!! ~
The cat familiar snickered from its perch as Klarion blasted out of a child's rage. Slade was a moron, a goon! He had no way of beating…. but, that mare sense.
After all, Deathstroke didn't walk away from a challenge.
~ I wonder if that other brat has any clue? Oh well! ~
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"A – choo!!"
"Gross, JAY!" Roy scowled at the tuna melt his teammate and leader had so carelessly sent flying across the floor. Their guest Katana frowned and checked the anti – hero outlaw's temperature, chuckling by an old superstitious fashion in Japan. "In Japanese belief, a sneeze will mean that someone is talking about you."
"Magic? SNIIF!!* Come on, I'm not a zombie from voodoo, so why –
"It could be a positive thing, maybe?" Kori stopped by to help clean up the mess as Jason got the chills again.
"I'm going to go lay down…." He muttered to his room, fade bright red as he shook his head of the assumption that he was being grabbed about fir once.
"Magic, bah…. nothin' but a col…. a – a – a – choo-!"
The next day, Jason was in bed with the flu and feeling very warm under the covers. He thought that Dick might come by in a week to see him, to talk about why super – serum enhanced mercenary hunks could NOT handle dangerous pathogens from any secret labs for their own "special" reasons.
As in, he didn't get sick too…. right?
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Poor Jason, Slade whapped him and now he's like a voodoo…and…. new idea!! As for Slade and Dick? Slade was trying to gets his message across, sexual tension aside. Being the doting brother he is, Dick makes sure Slade won't go near his brother, but Klarion?? Will there be a rematch?? Who knows. Till next one shot!