Teen Titans ; Renegade's Last Resort - Finding Pandora = Hope
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Chapter 26: Mouth Wired Shut
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Dark, very dark. You hath been warned!! Dealing with recovery from chronic gastritis and cannot return to my shift until Monday. Gonna type this to relieve my own pain. By injecting it into a fiction characters! Bad idea, but….go on!
( WARNING FOR: SLUT SHAMING, GASLIGHTING, HELD DOWN, PINNED DOWN BY LARGER ADULT MALE, UNDERAGE VIOLENCE, BLACKMAILED, CRYING HEROES, THREATS AND MIND MANIPULATION. OH AND MOLESTATION, gagged and tied up. )
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Dick's fate was sealed once more as Slade drive him backwards up the new dais steps to a watch tower of sorts. Looking over the catwalk as it shifted, rotating while he was pushed up the climb railing, his shoes quaked beneath him
"This punishment is fine where we are. Up " Slade nudged his chin as the screens and the orb blazed wgere he couenie before Barry took the spot. ~ My ldn't see them.
Dick had his footing as the steely control seat was more orbital than the one in Jump City Gotham had more networks than Jump, though not as ideal to build newer devices. It was a gyrospheric item that had them turning like the floor under their feet. "Hold on, keep walking." Slade ordered with a whisper over the teen'sake shoulder. His face was in partial grey shadow, cloaked by the world he had created to fulfill his every known wish. For now, his wish was fir Dick to be hurt. Hurt for conspiring to hurt Slade with his own weapons.
Dick clenched his fists less as Slade had his eye on every pinch and pl of the kid's tension deep bow the earth. This layer was not a part of the sewer system completely, but pretty damn close if no one could trace it.
Dick bounded up to the steel seat that was Slade's throne to every lair. A control chair and seat of power, Dick wasn't going to get to own one unless he killed his own family with his own bare hands.
Death was beyond that as Slade refused him to have it, only to suffer and the one under his boot. Time and time again as Dick stared at the seat; whether in Jump or before, when Gotham was quiet again, he still disliked having once wanted to be the center of attention as a hero.
Going to sleep, crawling into his own little world…Slade was going to make it hurt today for this betrayal.
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Raven winced as her pulse was touched by her temple, a dull throb as she shoved Kori's hand away. "There is….something wrong, don't." She got up and briskly collected herself, emotions and all. "Mr. Stone did not say –
She could not finish as Raven departed. Cy and Bb were at the scene where Barry was also having similar migraines while a child coaxed him to look at his predicament.
Silas had gone south, no. North, as Wallace had contacted the doctor first after Silas had no longer felt Andrew's beaming presence to call him along as the sheep he'd become.
~ That is….he can't be gone. I know someone, a little kid she said hurt Miss. Kyle. He's not my responsibility. What was my uncle even thinking??~
"I…saw it too, and I think that sentient life got to him already." Silas partly lied , wanting the last remaining child key as his genie before Allen got any bright ideas. Slick…
Yet, was asking to bring a life back, still wrong?
Barry was the sane, he rubbed his chin and bit of fuzz that was growing in again. It was always Iris, how his loss due to going back through time had never saved a thing. How he could still be such a damned martyr like the Grayson boy of Wayne. Mr. Wayne. He'd let this be a thing, his coup de gres. ( typo) His one and only miraculous cure to every ache abd shameful cancer. The titans …
But they, they deserved it all. Why was he only half saving his son??
~ He should give Victor back his body too. He hates who he's become, more than you miss your soulmate. ~
Silas turned as all the rest that had made deals with a devil. Before again, he'd wondered if a devil could appear as harmless as an angel, or as glittering as one.
~ Come, I shall bind my will to it that you might be cleansed of your shame. She will live and he, while in turn, you shall be our carrier. A soldier of all we intend to merge in our peaceful involvement. You humans think us strange beings, yet you are truly stranger.~ The twin boy Edward was more blonde than white as his double, his eyes shown twinkling with mischievous knowing.
~ You will find a way to reach them.~ He pointed to the man's watch on his wrist. "It's all only a matter of time, before humans have no choice but ta' listen. My son could be free of his illness, every last one I gave him to protect –
~ And you could have your family all together. I'd frankly want you to be happy. Unlike my brother, his mind is no more. Keep me away from the main new core, and you shall have what I've promised. Our species cannot lie. It can only mask what it creates. ~
The voice left, as did the boy's face behind the glass vessel that kept him dozing. Grinning like a wolf, Silas was the one! Edward was the last Key in this, and the other…Slade.
If Edward was absorbed into the finished core, then…then…
"Allen has to get off high horse and ride us there. Or else, Wayne can do one better." As he pulled out his cell, the call that came through instead to him was, his house?
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Bruce kept himself up with Selina, calling Dr. Leslie Thompkins; a verified doctor and psychology specialist for the anti heroes and vigilantes of today's political climate.
Right now, that climate had shifted because Lex was up and talking. Duarte also was calling on heroes to stand down if the project ever reached completion. That Gotham and the bat had to take a back seat for that progress to fulfill itself.
He was trying to ring the mayor's neck and who was to say that threats had not been shared behind closed doors?
In fact….
Words that Dent had lent the man came flooding through; a beacon of hope as Bruce snapped his fingers quickly at the sight in his mind's eye.
"I need to go. Alfred? Watch Jason and Selina for me."
"It us a danger if you do, yet what of the Batman seeing to the Joker's nightly flights, sir?"
"He wants Slade to pay as much as the rest for taking his title. I can only stop as many as I can from passing an effective allowance of anymore destruction meant to happen in my city. Let alone, his." Bruce grabbed his coat as he recovered the date on his watches interface. "Dick…"
Twenty first. It was over. Just, today.
"We are….nowhere nearing the end of this ramble on about, sir. I know in my bones that Richard will be strong fir his family, as Robin always was."
"Slade is lethal and controlled by the power he's taken." Bruce shook his head, one hand to the knob.
"Dad?"
From the living area hall, Jason was there while Selina rested on the sofa. She listened in, her ears keen as a cat's.
"Are really gonna rally against Duarte, Mr. Wilson? Can I come –
"No." Bruce cleared his throat, seeing the boy's face fall silent. Yet something more was below that cut on his face from trying to climb a tree earlier to relieve his stress in the yard.
"Miss Kyle says you shouldn't go. Mr. Wilson isn't like he was as his other alias, she was…"
"Selina's words are not unheard of, Master Jason." Alfred reassured. "Yet there is a time and place for their need. Right now, action must be done correctly if we are ever to file a case for your brother to be returned to us."
"Get Harley and Ivy to go along, then." Selina was wobbling as Alfred came to help her, Jason was reluctant to touch her robes by accident. "Who? The crazy ones you…"
"I might just do that, but right now…as Wayne, I need a recorded confession."
She smiled, nodding while putting a set of fingers to Jason's red stained hair. "Let me fix that, it's something I know well. Even on two legs." She chuckled, seeing Bruce relax a bit.
"Heal up, and you can help me win over Wilson's case in court. You too, Jason. We need everyone to show no fear to him, no matter what stands in our way." He nodded back to the three and made his leave, Alfred knew Batman would be in between jobs, so the mobile was enough to hide and stash while Wayne took center stage.
He poked into his pocket and made a quick call.
Vicky was there as he'd planned, with Harley posing as a completed paparazzi to drive out the guards so that Bruce would have no issues getting to the frazzled mayor of this city.
"Go time, B – man. You're in or are you chickening out on the boom – crew?" Harley made a grunt as the cell showed her trying to cheer him up, and on. ~ I'm backing out only when the chips are taken from us. Slade gave us a hand, so let him think himself untouchable until he's tried for his crimes.~
" You think he'll stay still for a stupid hit to the face?" Harley looked up at the window before someone did come out, a man and a boy. With a bit of patching to his face and something o16f concealer again. Bruce's hand crunched as Vicky got her shot and ran to her car. "Come on!"
Harley pouted and ran before anyone else could see. There were two people going INTO the mayor's offices at their leisure, even when Dick looked beyond gray.
Bruce's mind broke on the impact of seeing his boy in turmoil, not knowing the half of it.
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Slade dragged the kid to the damned throne as he was tossed with arms up, Dick's panicked face twisting with frustration and malice for the man. " Mmm…better. If I have to tease that angst back out, then I will later. For now?" He flipped the kid over as he faced Slade, yelling before Slade wrapped his hands around both wrists with his leg pinning between the boy's legs. It had the kid's heart jump, as if Slade were as angry as he'd said he was.
"Hold still, you deserve every inch of your reminder. You tried to be more than a hero before. Recall saving a princess from a crashing space ship? Starfire, right?" Slade grinned against Robin's cheek. "Ah , but you also saw a gem among them, a way out. Did she have your interest after I was so generous to make you –
"Nnna!" Dick butted forwards with his neck and skull, only helping Slade to crush his lips into the helpless kid as his face ended up being pressured by a calloused thumb to one cheek.
The kiss was forced, painful and unnecessarily hard for Richard not to knot his eyes shut to. His veins in his face would pop while Slade remained forever on top, his crotch touching the kid's front and even so as he was turned up, neck –
"Nnm….m….mm!!"
Slade didn't just persist as Richard tried to breathe free. He had no lesson greater as Slade's bulge made him with in sheer agony of what might happen, should he feel the same as this lunatic.
Slade finally gave his lower lip a nip before the bruises made sense, the reality coming back in specks of light a fuzzy bleary distorted colors. The screens were nit as dim, but his sight was squarely unfocused as Slade moved off of his apprentice slowly.
"If you want to gather anything from any other, you'd best come to me to relieve that tension. You're flushed, it's very cute of you, Dick."
Dick didn't know how to get up as he tried to, his legs still shook with a bruised and bitten lip. His cheeks hurt, the first being hurt by a black and blue impression.
"We'll have to fix that." Slade checked his watch; time's up, in his mind it came quickly. Time to leave a warning for that "later" moment.
"I'm not letting you do that, at all." The kid launched himself from the seat to the side of the catwalk sphere. Slade rushed an arm out, grappling him backwards even by the scalp and leg as he was made to feel the floors bare metal. Like links of a cage. His cage. The cage or sphere began to turn as the screens flipped to the Titans, the bat.
All the people Dick was trying not to lose.
"You can't stay pliant for long. You even swore to save them, Renegade. Was that all a lie? Is Starfire as good as your next target –
"No." Dick growled, a boot on his back as he had to nudge it off. Fruitless, was his labor - as his face met said, boot.
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To where he was now.
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Slade had made out on the chair like some overgrown assaulting bastard. Dick had felt it in his groin, his fear rose through his hips as they tried to face facts.
He wasn't going to run very far. Slade could kill them, and he was going to make Dick realize it eventually.
He felt the bruises and knew the press would see them out there once the concealer wore off. The band aid was starting to peel as Slade gave Roland, Duarte's kid…
Dick tried to stuff it all down as he felt them being followed.
By, a familiar presence.
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Bruce sneaked in as likely as his face wasn't; Joey Chino was…his alias. Nothing special. He had a compliment for the mayor on some new advancements and wanted some feedback on any local agencies – he was a bit of a hot show when it came to funding campaigns. Yet, seeing Dick moving down the hall, up an old elevator with Duarte?
Buried. He had to not look at the boy directly. Slade could smell him like the hunter he was, far worse with the kid he pressed to keep ahead. His eye moved back quite a ways as Bruce evaded it. Somehow, plants here acted as counter methods to guns. No one swatted the mayor or his officials down on the gutters by the Narrows. There was no need for violence today as Bruce stepped in every staged shadow, doorway and made it to where the office was. No meeting, just this one.
He waited for Slade and Dick to go it. When they did, he stayed away from any cameras in the hall and stayed clear of being seen. In popped his ace as regrouping efforts aside, …wait….
Wallace??
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"How goes the construction, Mr. Duarte?" The older male was balding, brief and not the sharpest piece of equipment that Slade could cut away to make room for his things in that shed called Gotham City.
"Very good, yet Mr. Wayne seems to find my methods a bit…outwards. I was approved long before. This city needs energy and the kind that won't drive up rents or costs of living. You could balance out so much…and those creations in those factories have more than a few capabilities if you're as invested as my father was."
"Eugene Duarte had no dreams that I can recall, but as his offspring his….well?" The mayor turned to Roland as he nodded back. "You never settled down, is this a visiting chap?"
"My nephew. His parents work overseas. Poor boy needed a guiding hand and had little space to roam in his town. Too much noise. Here. Same , somewhat, yet he's not without his guardian."
"Ah. I see. This a strange place to have him learn the trade you're after –
"You know the plan is golden if we leave the rest out. Eugene. " Slade smiled, throwing a chuckle back. Dick raised one slight eye as the mayor seemed guilty. It was true then. That was how Slade got in. Corrupt officials be damned…
Gotham, had to hate its quality and sacrifice for the greater good.
"The preparation of the expo will astound, and Wayne will go for it. If it drives up his stocks and more publicity, why not?"
"If, being as my work comes with some risk of a reason to start smaller."
"Do you have it, then?" The mayor nearly slipped his entire body over the desk as Dick lunched away. "As promised."
Slade pulled out something glowing in a vial from his pocket. "Wayne has been using this same technology to put big pharm in a corner. He intends to cure the motherboard if all illness." Slade told the mayor, whose interest was not on losing money.
"No, if…" The man scratched his balding head and got up. "I won't permit that sort of mess here. Who knows what crooks wouldn't take advice from just looking at an advertisement for the newest cure all. What do you call your "core" elemental, then?"
"Crystal."
Dick said, once out of turn.
"Does he know?" The mayor's head bobbed back to meet Duarte's. "A little, he is after all my protégé in this business. Wayne may favor staying legitimate as a business man, but I take a risk that needs to be taken whenever possible to achieve my end goals. With extra on top."
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Wally was gone for a second until he swapped outfits long enough to barge in with paperwork, the man looked kinked out by the press as Harley moved in; receptionist downstairs.
Bruce had tongrin, as Dick almost thought it a comedian routine for the duo. Wally was getting taller so he could be confused as a grown intern. "They…were relentless sir!" Gasped the bullet – sweating moron. His toe was pulled from his throat, his sleeves were torn and dirty, making it look like he'd been jumped in an alley by rabid fan girls.
Dick held out of stress, a hand over his lips. He wasn't going to laugh, he'd blow their cover!
Slade growled while the mayor tried to shoo both away, Harley accidentally tripping over her heels. "So, sorry! I'll get him outta here and cleaned up…"
The staff had to stun their audience as Wayne swapped his attire. He after they left, knocked on the same door. "What the-
"Ah…haha! Mr. …Bruce!" The mayor's demeanor had to change as Gotham's prince walked in, no sample to carry to his looks. "I thought I'd stop by to talk…Mr. Duarte. Roland." Dick nodded as his hand fell to his side, while Slade nodded. "We were between meetings set in advance. I suppose this treatment isn't mutual for you, Wayne."
"Never the case. I'll see to setting a time, this is after all. A public and federal service. In a way." Wayne tipped his sly eye to the mayor who was sweating under his pits. "We'll have time to talk again, I can assure that. Good day then, gentlemen."
"To you yourself, Wayne." Weakly smiled if not smiled at all, Duarte.
Leaving them, the mayor looked pale as he shut the door.
"He knows too much." Slade told the mayor. "If you want this time in your little seat to hold one more term, then stick to the script. Come, Roland."
Dick took off and excused himself, forgetting that he was once much higher up the totem pole than this. This was…
Blackmail, to a man that wanted a piece of that wish.
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Slade dragged the boy through doors so walled in as he was shifted to a downstairs- not basement, a storage area. He'd not seen that, nor had Dick tried to stoop after the last event that he had. His hands had been bound to the bed with so much tape that Slade had to soak it off not to rub his skin red.
This time, dick was sure deja vu was Slade's momentum.
" You laughed, almost. That was uncalled for, Dick."
The fact he used his name. Expected him to care, Dick couldn't defend himself. "You knew like I did that they came to give Wayne his opportunity to speak. And of course, you didn't DO nothing!" Down the wooden steps he almost fell.as Slade dragged him further into the dim lit…fine!
Basement. It was a fucking….
"You need to stay quiet and think about your actions. Overnight, I'll be sure to be sure you don't underestimate your role again." Dick scrambled to kick his oppressor off; chained cuffs, on the side table was a satin gag and a ankle cuffs as well. "It's going to be temperate tonight. Strip."
Dick shook his head, not speaking right away.
"This, is-
"STRIP." Slade pulled his arms as Dick screamed out, trying to get at the man with his teeth as those were nearly knocked in. His tasted blood as dizzily, he was manhandled with cuffs to his wrists like some torture victims- this was torture!!
Slade tore off the top, dragging down his pants with a button and zipper shoved down, while Dick was cuffed by his limber ankles as Slade spared no time in getting one more thing. A silken blindfold as Dick yelled through the stuffed gag as it came. Wrapped over his voice, drool coating it, unrelenting.
Slade gripped his socks and tore those down each foot …while next, while his briefs….
Dick's breath caught in his lungs as Slade eyed the boy before tearing those away like panties instead of truer covering of his manhood. This wasn't a porn video. Beastboy was wrong, he did-
Dick had walked in on the youngest Jenkins off, shaming him for not locking his door or getting ready for a mission in time.
"You'll stay here, and by tomorrow, you'll get the food funnel if the cameras don't hear a peep. You are to remain silent until told otherwise, until then." His boots went on walking, like that. "If you weren't so cocky, Wayne might have reduced himself to being your hero, just for you." Slade teasingly smirked. "His reputation is a fragile thing and he knows what I might do if he steps out of bounds, Dick. As Renegade, your actions were very shameful."
Dick's head dropped as Slade tugged at his hair, eliciting a squeal of pain where he was backhanded for that. His cock went limp as it should. "At least there is no painful turn around to pleasure. You do understand how not to think with your cock." Slade snorted, his hand moving away from the boy's bruised cheek.
~ UNLIKE YOU.~ Dick shuffled his ankles as he tried to feel his face. He couldn't even see Slade's scowling one, so why bother?
"If only I could hear your exact thoughts; I'm sure I could tear you apart even more." Chuckled the monster in his head.
"You'd better know how to zip it, boy. No food is coming unless you do the work. I allowed you to digest breakfast, though you don't want to be injected with that pesky "osmotic" again. I know you don't, my apprentice…"
Dick shook his head, knowing that Bruce was working behind the scenes. He had seen them enter the lobby…he had hope that…
"You're falling short of that hope, Dick. Give in for a bit and get some shut eye." Slade was no sooner by the creaking steps as the lights shut the boy's lasting sight into darkness. He didn't budge, only his lip drool made a peep as it squelching between the gag and his painfully muffled teeth.
"I'll bring you a bucket, and a new cloth once I'm sure you'll need it. Night now, apprentice." Almost cheerfully, Slade left his protégé there, dangling like meat in a meat locker. His body still touched the floor and he could get out. He could try. Cameras though were watching, so he tried to suppress a sob and whatever fortune existed, allowed that.
~ Why is he hurting you? Doesn't he care anymore?~
Dick shook his head.
~ You can speak like I do. Why does the man in black hurt you so much?~
Bru…it was wrong, why was everyone just….
Dick twisted his wrists as the clank of chain and cuff felt too tight. It got tighter if he tried to pull. Fuck.
The cuffs were chained, bolted to the floor, so if his pulled, his ankles stayed bound. Shit….this….did he prepare this?
~ Torture, not punishment.~ Swallowed the kid.
~ Why is he hurting you? What can we do? Tell us.~
~ Tell us?~
He ignored the voices of the keys. Both had voices in his head as he tried to sleep.
~ Robin.~
He gasped, jolting awake without a second of trying to; it was someone he DID recognize!
~ Raven??~
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Find out why Slade is pulling strings and bribing the mayor with a false promise. Wally is still in the city and Harley is no chicken!!
Bruce uses an alias to get in, bit then undoes his outfit to come up as Wayne. How does he bypass the cameras? He's Batman, duh.
Dick tries not to laugh at the duo that busts in on them and Slade finds it highly, unfunny. Dick is strung up in a basement with suppression of his voice and is told that if he talks, the likelihood that Slade will be nice will get slimmer.
If he weeps, whines, coughs or even grind his teeth.
Other than that, the mayor is a sell out to a con man and killer.
The keys are working inside the core and are reaching out to Dick. In the next chapter, Slade and Waller will explain why the Keys choose certain people and not others. Raven made an impact and contact??? Finally! See next time …and Lex is doing bad in bed?? For shame, Alex.