Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin-

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Got this idea from a few authors on A03 and from the darker version of IF. Too bad Foster's home will be dumbed down. Not a way I would go with it. Give that thing to Netflix and make it for teens. Sigh. Dick is thirteen in this and is sleeping off a night if being fear toxin in his room at the manor. Some weird crap goes on so he starts to question a lot. With his head, mostly. Smut and horror themed. No Slade yet in this until a hint at the end.

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IMAGINARY VIEWERS

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Sent to bed and face down in his mattress at midnight, he could have sworn he was wide awake instead of doing off on the drug Alfred had injected into his bloodstream to counter a very scare dose of fear toxin. Bruce had said it would take till morning to settle out of his system. Je might feel lightheaded or sick, or…

Waking, he saw a purple and green stuffed teddy. A large one at the foot of his bed, and it was watching him wake to crack open a dead tired eye.

Dick nearly jolted, yet the bear claws dug into his leg and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Lay still. You were in a great big battle." It spoke in a weirdly normal voice. Somewhat deep, also very clear. With a rumble it moved up the bed and Dick knew he was hallucinating the animal in his room.

"Alf?? I think the drugs wore off…. Al-

The bear was over top his body and he found his limbs, paralyzed. Sleep paralysis. Shit. Had to be a side effect. Dick wriggled his shoulders, yet the drooling, Google eyed monster made of many stitched parts panted; its hot and very real breath over his face were setting his heart up to raise hell on it. Drool coated a dark tongue and sharp teeth made the boy freeze to try to break from his medically induced trance.

"Want to be my friend? You look tired, I can help you dream sound."

"N-no..." Dick snipped back, sure that his lips could move. "I'm f- fine, get off m-m-me. I am positive you're just a s-side eff-

"MMMNPPHH!!" The bear put its padded hand over Dick's entire face so he could neither talk, nor see what it was going to do next. " Please don't be so mean. You look so innocent and I want to protect you. Do you know who I am, Robin?"

Dick didn't move. " Mnnp?"

The bear rumbled a laugh as other hand moved to claw at and poke his prey's pajamas open. Dick wondered if he was doing this and not the bear. His forehead was beaded with sweat. Its fur had him on fire, too hot as he tried to weakly shake the paw off of his face to breathe.

"I can make you relax some more. I'm imaginary, but only here for you. I can help you too. If you help me, that is…"

Dick scrunched his brows as his pants met a furry palm. The boy's bottoms were forcefully yanked down as the drool started to coat his lower front. He had to be doing this. This was all –

"So tiny, and so tortured. Let me help you." The bears thick saliva and the sound his torturer made releasing it had Dick swing his legs but the bear was heavy as a set of fluffy bar bells with more mass than his "kid" knew. Down he sank into the covers as they began to drift off…

When Richard opened his eyes, he was delicately cradled in the busy bear's arms. Dozing off, he didn't see that it had his young cock in a vice grip. "Hah! ALF !! He –

"I'm here for you, Robin…submit to me. You created me, or did you forget what I was? Think back ." As the bear stroked his boyhood harder, Dick gritted his teeth and recalled the night of the Scarecrow's attack on the Gotham toy factory. Of Bruce telling him to stay close and to not get separated. He'd spotted a bear just like this one but smaller, and its eyes had been ripped out. Looking up, he recalled what happened after…

The eyes leaked toxin that had left him in such a state. Bruce had knocked the boy out, stopped Crane quickly, before returning to treat his ward with a potent anti – toxin.

"I was hurt, you threw me, but I'm here now to make it all better. Let me get you nice and wet. Alright? You can be my sleep - buddy tonight!"

Or his toy, which was a big fat no.

"N…… NO…." Dick was engulfed by a long, black tendril of a tongue as it kept licking, squeezing Richard to keep him hard inside of his hallucination. Then, the bear's neck magically extended a bit and it swallowed his cock to suck it even deeper down. " Nn!!"

He was held closer and tasted up the root as Dick's arms went out to his sides, bobbing and flying for the drooling teddy to take what energy he had left to keep himself awake. With a resounding "pop", it licked off the boy's and pre cum as Dick's sweaty brows were such a turn on. His fear was, delicious.

"I want to taste more of you, your fear isn't real yet. Let me, pretty please?"

"St…stop –

As he weakly protested, the kid was angled upside down with his bare ass directly below the bear's waiting mouth. Panting, his hands dangling, looking down into a black and faceless void, Dick was terrified. Maybe it was a demon? It could happen. Should he yell for help again –

The bear was prodding AND licking him deep up to find his sweet spot. Dick curled his toes as the agony of being molested like this was unreal. Painful that it was, he didn't know how to get away. All that training. It was wise to snap the beast's neck, but as he opened his eyes again, the bed came into view and a large thick plush cock was plunged into his gaping ass with abandon.

Dick put his hands to his lips and held his breath.

The hot, long and fuzzy thing moved in and out to increase each thrust in momentum with his squirming legs. The bear easily pushed them away, widening his take. "I…. think you need to go back to sleep, Robin…. ugh! So, tight…for me…so nice….to me…!"

Dick still could not move most of himself. The drug still had him and his heart started to race. The bear made him sweat and his longer hairs clung to the boy's lower body, his claws moving to hold the boy's ribcage and the other moved for his scalp to tilt it back. Wide eyed and truly terrified now, Dick Grayson whimpered as his mouth was taken by the bear's snake - like black tongue. He had to be a demon. This was not right!

It moaned hard into his open mouth and tongued every inch, sending fire into places where it wasn't welcome. Tasting him downwards, it moved to seek his tiny nubs as those teeth made the boy grip the bear's head –

He could fight!

The bear noticed this as a paw and claws gripped both hands to encircled them, dragging the pair of childish limbs up by the headboard as it let out angrier grunts and thrusting less softly.

Crazy Google - eyes stared back, betrayed by what the boy was willing to do just then. "You will…let me finish ! I'm supposed to help you sleep! Sleep! Sleeeep!!"

The thing let out a high grunt as Dick let out a bitten back moan. The animal was releasing something…. thick and hot into his –

"NO! GET OFF !!"

Dick now scrambled as the bear evilly grinned down at his new favorite fuck buddy. "I am though, inside of you! You're so perfect in every way. No wonder you wouldn't let me do this until you were asleep! Let's go again! Let's go again!!"

" ALLLL !!!

The door to his room opened with a swift tap as a screaming, crying and whimpering Dick Grayson had to be restrained as Bruce moved swiftly to fix the dose. "Dick, stay with us…this will …."

The morning came and Dick felt like Killer Croc had body slammed his insides. "Hey, morning Chum." His knickknacks, not Robin. With a hand to his brow, Dick knew he was safe here. He had to be, as Bruce sympathetically looked down at the pre - teen in his distressed state while seared on the side of the boy's messy bed.

"Bruce... … ow!"

"It was a bad reaction to the first shot; we checked your vitals and…at first we thought it was only a slightly lowered heart rate. Turns out you were hitting all the marks of being in a hallucinogenic state. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that. You're clean now. Can you make it for breakfast, or did you want Al to bring a tray to your room?"

Dick stared at his legs, how sweaty he was and how hot the bear's touch was. "I'm not so sure that was the drug doing that. It felt so real…. I…I can't tell you; you'd probably say I'm wrong."

"I think talking about your bad dreams will make you stronger, Dick. You know I wouldn't keep you in a state where you can't ask for help when we're in the manor. You're home. Don't try to forget that we care for your wellbeing. So." Bruce put hands to his knees and rose, his own stomach in need of Alfred's famous mid-morning fare as well. "I'll leave you here with this, if you need anything. Press and someone will come."

A buzzer. Dick frowned and pushed a dark strand from over his eyes. "Thanks." He thumbed the device, not feeling as secure with it. "What even happened? Was the drug –

"It happens sometimes. The anti-toxin may have been rejected by your sour system's over active response to purging the fear toxin from it and it rebounded a bit. Like a side effect of getting rid of Crane's latest version. I'll need a blood sample when you're finally up. We took one when you were under, to be safe. I want to be sure there are no long-term concerns with it. You should be fine; rest and I'll bring you something to bring you back. Water, anything that's safe." The man's smile was coy, uncertain. Dick recalled the grinning bear at it knew what it was after. If it had been false, a symptom of the toxic substance fighting to take over, why was he…so dirty?

Dick eventually went to his walk-in bathroom and stripped off his pjs to turn to the shower for clarity. He went over to the mirror and sighed, soon under the water and watching as his limp manhood stayed down. Good. He stepped out and used a towel to wipe away steam from the mirror. With a squint through the glass, he dropped the towel and let out a scream.

The smaller, eye- less bear was there, behind him.

" BRUUCE !!"

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Poor Dick, horror is fun to write. Any way…. what do you think?? Let me know!!

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Afterward .

Dick Grayson had been given a teddy by some fans at the Tower during his "mask" recovery and debacle. At age Sixteen now, he had something of a hidden desire that was caused by the beat that had molested him. In a way, he thought he owed it. BB and the others had made cracks about the package as he just pretended not to care as much. What he really wanted…

"Want help?" The Google eyed bear was at his feet as he held the other teddy and squeezed it, looking up and wondering why he –

Slade's mask. Shit.

"Raven–

The bear goliath giggled and hopped onto the boy's legs, knowingly knowing he'd have them never broken. Whatever that reagent did, it was like the toxin, but better. He had every sensation amplified as his heart needed rest.

Well…this was only until morning.

"Go ahead…." He sighed and the bear squealed happily.

"Yay! Thank you, thank you! Let's finish up that night…. So hot!" It licked its lips naughtily at him, its prick starting to expand as Dick wriggled his hips. A response like that cwetainly needed a fuzzy - wuzzy cure...

"I want to make you growl out loud too. You kissed me, right? More than with that fake Slade guy…. He was so mean to you! Tee hee…, but i'll be gentle this time. Pinkie swear it, buddy!"

"Go…. ugh…slower, fine... wanna get used to it again. Bit sore." Biting his lip, Dick still fought to keep his moans to a minimum, yet this time was not like the last.

"Okey – dokey!" The bear grinned, rutting against his kid's now unclad cock as it woke Robin's stiff manhood up to full hardness, and this time it was not aggressive but soft as a teddy could be.

"I missed you, Robin…." Longingly, the thing took his face in both its claws. Sultry and playful as a grade school crush, it was so different than the imaginary stalker from Crane's bad dose. Dick sighed and didn't have anything to add. This was only for tonight.

"You'll be ready to come soon, so? Did you want the usual? To play with me? Just like last time, bestest buddy?"

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Dick had just languidly put his hands behind his back, leaned into a pile of pillows and let the supposed manifestation of reserved want take him to heaven.

He'd fallen fast asleep and was refreshed by the next morning. No psychic marks, so it had to be that he was Schizophrenic. He'd do some tests later….

The same morning upon rising to be greeted by the empath of their tower, Raven raised a brow as his aura looked…different?

"What did you do last night in here? Your aura is placid, I don't see any signs of Slade or the dust."

"Easy." Dick grinned at her as they went along down the hall to have breakfast in the main room. He was already washed, dressed and ready for action. "I just conquered my fears."

Well, he did have some help getting cozy. Turns out having an imaginary friend wasn't so bad.

For a tired, horny, teenaged super - hero.

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Yes, he let it please him this time. Talk about turning things around! Whoa. That was messy. Any thoughts? And the Schizophrenic part might be true. But drug induced.

I'm making this an anti-Larry for my one shots. It may pop up again. Dang that is easy to write!