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DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans › AU/AR › Slash
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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3,608
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22
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Currently Reading:
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Overture
SNOWGLOBE
Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to Warner, etc. I think. Well it belongs to someone, and I know it doesn't belong to me.
Emerald Star / Yami no Kaiba: Thank you ^^... XD... You're so encouraging. I am truly grateful. Have you watched the Utena movie? ^^...
Tori_chan: Yes.. I am weird. Or high. Or a mix of both. I'm so happy you like it XD...
RR very very very welcome. O_O Any kind of comment helps me to write more.
SLADExROBIN, NC-17
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Chapter 3: Overture
They had watched as the lithe slip of a youth exited the gym, not even turning to say "See you later.". All were slightly unnerved by the strange smile on his face--a mix of thoughtfulness and satisfaction.
"Oh no." Star Fire said.
"He's nuts." this was Cyborg.
"We should stop him." Beast Boy.
"I think we should trust him."
At this, the three stared at her. Raven shrugged, her fine brows arching. She was worried, that much was true, but there was something different about Robin. The boy possessed something that none of them had, and she liked to believe that this would be his talisman against whatever he was going to face.
"Are. You. CRAZY?" Cyborg demanded.
She gave him a frosty look. "Maybe we haven't been crazy enough."
***
As far as he knew, he had been ushered into the principal's office with the air one about to be executed. He waited skittishly, alone in the dark, annoyed that this man had chosen to play the archetypal villain. The resolve to meet the mastermind had been fine while he was thinking of it, but now that he stood there unprotected , his confidence balked.
As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he realised with growing discomfort that the darkness seemed alive. Willing his legs to work, he took a step forward and said, "Hey."
Something about the room was familiar, even though he knew for hard fact that he had never as much as set foot in the administrative building save for the day he had been enrolled. Even then, he had only stayed awhile in the lobby, filling in the relevant paper work. A ghosts of tortured screams clung to the edges of his memory.
"Who caught his blood?"
It was low, smooth and startling. The words fit together like well oiled machinery.
"'I,' said the fish, 'With my little dish, I caught his blood.'"
Robin's eyes narrowed in the darkness. "Who are you? What's your game?"
"Your bluntness is charming."
He was only aware of the presence behind him when it was too late. A pair of arms enfolded him, drew him against a warm, hard body. His limbs locked into place, he resisted the urge to bolt.
"Who are you?" teeth clenched, tense as a harpstring.
"Who do you think?" A chuckle rumbled in the chest. Large palms, long fingers that quested and rumpled the dull uniform. Not rough, not gentle, the intimacy made him tremble.
"..M-monster.."
"You have no idea."
His amusement riled Robin, mocking what he realised was a childish statement of black and white. He growled, started to struggle, outrage getting the better of his self control.
"Let go of me!"
His legs tangled with his aggressor's, his arms were abruptly freed, flailed in the air momentarily before he suffered rug burn from landing on the carpeted floor. He raised himself to his elbows, trying to discern the face of his foe but all he could see was the powerful outline of the man. It knelt down, so close he could feel the dry breath on his cheek.
"Did you ask yourself why you are here?"
"I-"
"Because you wanted to be a hero, didn't you?"
A hand traced a feathery line down to the buttons of his shirt. It dragged suddenly down the uniform. Buttons pattered on to the carpet. There was a twisting and untwisting in his gut, adrenaline he thought, horror and the tiny spark of anticipation.
"Why are you keeping us here? What do you want.. from me?"
"Why? Only to be kind, " he paused cryptically. "As for what I want," Feeling down the taut planes of the boy's abdomen, slipping past the waistband of the trousers,"I'm sure you have a good idea what I want."
His chest felt tight, frozen in a blaze of realisation. The breath he had been trying to draw refused to enter his lungs.
"Give me what is rightfully mine and in turn you may have anything you wish. Power. Pleasure." He felt a jolt as he was stroked through the crotch of his underwear. Little thrills of electricity tingled him radiating from between his legs to the tips of his fingers. It was... tempting. He was being seduced, balanced on a knife edge that bled him painfully with every second of indecision.
"The freedom of your friends."
The mention of Raven and the others seemed bring him to his senses. Wrenching himself away with a cry, he stumbled to his feet.
He didn't even try to stop him. Robin clambered in the general direction of the door, groping for the doorhandle. He found the cold metal, twisted it and yanked the door open. A stark column of light fell obliquely on his fears.
He saw a mask split in two, incomplete. Everything was wrong, upside down, inside out.
"Robin, dear Robin. You may call me Slade."
Glittering eyes.
"Think about my proposition."
The door slammed in his face.
***
The offer burned like a brand in his mind. It sparkled with all the beauty and danger of an ornately crafted sword.
He had hurried back to his room. The interview must have been longer than he thought, as long shadows stretched over the grounds. It was just as well. He looked disheveled, like a frightened deer and the very thought of that repulsed him. At least the hour assured him that no one would be there to see him in his weakness.
His skin burned with an unnatural fever. Without bothering to undress, he threw himself onto the bed and fell into a tumultuous sleep.
***
Does the dream control the dreamer or does the dreamer control the dream?
He wondered at this, drifting. A small box was clutched to his side. He tried to open it, but it was locked.
It suddenly occurred to him that he was in control.
***
Raven looked up, her arm still linked with Star Fire's.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
None of them had said anything to Robin since the day before, afraid of asking. Raven glanced at her companion's green eyes, saw understand and nodded.
When they had walked out of ear shot, Robin allowed his anxiety to show on his face.
"What happened?" Raven asked in a low voice.
He opened his mouth, pausing as if he was not going to tell her.
"I..."
"What?"
"I can't remember my name anymore."
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End Chapter 3.
Umm... I seem to be insinuating this Raven/Star Fire thing suddenly... I think they're sweet together. XD
kojiluvsizumi@hotmail.com IM me! ;_;...
Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to Warner, etc. I think. Well it belongs to someone, and I know it doesn't belong to me.
Emerald Star / Yami no Kaiba: Thank you ^^... XD... You're so encouraging. I am truly grateful. Have you watched the Utena movie? ^^...
Tori_chan: Yes.. I am weird. Or high. Or a mix of both. I'm so happy you like it XD...
RR very very very welcome. O_O Any kind of comment helps me to write more.
SLADExROBIN, NC-17
-------
Chapter 3: Overture
They had watched as the lithe slip of a youth exited the gym, not even turning to say "See you later.". All were slightly unnerved by the strange smile on his face--a mix of thoughtfulness and satisfaction.
"Oh no." Star Fire said.
"He's nuts." this was Cyborg.
"We should stop him." Beast Boy.
"I think we should trust him."
At this, the three stared at her. Raven shrugged, her fine brows arching. She was worried, that much was true, but there was something different about Robin. The boy possessed something that none of them had, and she liked to believe that this would be his talisman against whatever he was going to face.
"Are. You. CRAZY?" Cyborg demanded.
She gave him a frosty look. "Maybe we haven't been crazy enough."
***
As far as he knew, he had been ushered into the principal's office with the air one about to be executed. He waited skittishly, alone in the dark, annoyed that this man had chosen to play the archetypal villain. The resolve to meet the mastermind had been fine while he was thinking of it, but now that he stood there unprotected , his confidence balked.
As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he realised with growing discomfort that the darkness seemed alive. Willing his legs to work, he took a step forward and said, "Hey."
Something about the room was familiar, even though he knew for hard fact that he had never as much as set foot in the administrative building save for the day he had been enrolled. Even then, he had only stayed awhile in the lobby, filling in the relevant paper work. A ghosts of tortured screams clung to the edges of his memory.
"Who caught his blood?"
It was low, smooth and startling. The words fit together like well oiled machinery.
"'I,' said the fish, 'With my little dish, I caught his blood.'"
Robin's eyes narrowed in the darkness. "Who are you? What's your game?"
"Your bluntness is charming."
He was only aware of the presence behind him when it was too late. A pair of arms enfolded him, drew him against a warm, hard body. His limbs locked into place, he resisted the urge to bolt.
"Who are you?" teeth clenched, tense as a harpstring.
"Who do you think?" A chuckle rumbled in the chest. Large palms, long fingers that quested and rumpled the dull uniform. Not rough, not gentle, the intimacy made him tremble.
"..M-monster.."
"You have no idea."
His amusement riled Robin, mocking what he realised was a childish statement of black and white. He growled, started to struggle, outrage getting the better of his self control.
"Let go of me!"
His legs tangled with his aggressor's, his arms were abruptly freed, flailed in the air momentarily before he suffered rug burn from landing on the carpeted floor. He raised himself to his elbows, trying to discern the face of his foe but all he could see was the powerful outline of the man. It knelt down, so close he could feel the dry breath on his cheek.
"Did you ask yourself why you are here?"
"I-"
"Because you wanted to be a hero, didn't you?"
A hand traced a feathery line down to the buttons of his shirt. It dragged suddenly down the uniform. Buttons pattered on to the carpet. There was a twisting and untwisting in his gut, adrenaline he thought, horror and the tiny spark of anticipation.
"Why are you keeping us here? What do you want.. from me?"
"Why? Only to be kind, " he paused cryptically. "As for what I want," Feeling down the taut planes of the boy's abdomen, slipping past the waistband of the trousers,"I'm sure you have a good idea what I want."
His chest felt tight, frozen in a blaze of realisation. The breath he had been trying to draw refused to enter his lungs.
"Give me what is rightfully mine and in turn you may have anything you wish. Power. Pleasure." He felt a jolt as he was stroked through the crotch of his underwear. Little thrills of electricity tingled him radiating from between his legs to the tips of his fingers. It was... tempting. He was being seduced, balanced on a knife edge that bled him painfully with every second of indecision.
"The freedom of your friends."
The mention of Raven and the others seemed bring him to his senses. Wrenching himself away with a cry, he stumbled to his feet.
He didn't even try to stop him. Robin clambered in the general direction of the door, groping for the doorhandle. He found the cold metal, twisted it and yanked the door open. A stark column of light fell obliquely on his fears.
He saw a mask split in two, incomplete. Everything was wrong, upside down, inside out.
"Robin, dear Robin. You may call me Slade."
Glittering eyes.
"Think about my proposition."
The door slammed in his face.
***
The offer burned like a brand in his mind. It sparkled with all the beauty and danger of an ornately crafted sword.
He had hurried back to his room. The interview must have been longer than he thought, as long shadows stretched over the grounds. It was just as well. He looked disheveled, like a frightened deer and the very thought of that repulsed him. At least the hour assured him that no one would be there to see him in his weakness.
His skin burned with an unnatural fever. Without bothering to undress, he threw himself onto the bed and fell into a tumultuous sleep.
***
Does the dream control the dreamer or does the dreamer control the dream?
He wondered at this, drifting. A small box was clutched to his side. He tried to open it, but it was locked.
It suddenly occurred to him that he was in control.
***
Raven looked up, her arm still linked with Star Fire's.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
None of them had said anything to Robin since the day before, afraid of asking. Raven glanced at her companion's green eyes, saw understand and nodded.
When they had walked out of ear shot, Robin allowed his anxiety to show on his face.
"What happened?" Raven asked in a low voice.
He opened his mouth, pausing as if he was not going to tell her.
"I..."
"What?"
"I can't remember my name anymore."
-----
End Chapter 3.
Umm... I seem to be insinuating this Raven/Star Fire thing suddenly... I think they're sweet together. XD
kojiluvsizumi@hotmail.com IM me! ;_;...