Title: Fanart Contest Winner's Drabbles
Author: Yami no Kaiba
Series: Animated Teen Titans
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Slade/Robin
Warnings: Some out right slash, but mostly implied.
Disclaimers: The characters are owned by whatever animation studio does the Animated Teen Titans show.
Notes 1: Two seperate drabbles.
Notes 2: The Fanart Contest was hosted over at the Teen Titan Slash RPG.
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For Farfie_kins.
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Robin shuddered, eyeing the... 'outfit' distastefully. "Do I really have to?"
"Unless you want to go to the beach in your boxers."
He briefly considered it. Perhaps...
But no, wandering about in his underwear wasn't something he wanted to do. "Fine, I'll wear it."
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Taking a sip of his newly brewed coffee, Slade glanced at his monitors before sitting down.
He promptly spit the coffee out and did a double-take.
There, on one of the small far left screens, was an image of the Titans on the beach. Blinking, Slade toggled it to the larger main monitor.
Long, thin, pale legs leading to a royal blue, spandex, short skirt. Toes curling in the yellow sand, one just-as-pale-and-skinny arm tossed over the eyes. Black spiky hair with white highlights feathering on a red beach towel. Just as rich of a blue spaghetti strapped top, tightly clinging to the wet skin, curving and molding to lovely lines. The other arm resting along the bare midriff, fingers idly petting the wet skin.
This recording would definitely be added to the pile of 'nighttime favorites', he thought, eye hungrily taking in the sight.
-Fin.
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"New deal, Slade. I lose my friends, you lose your apprentice. And I know how much you hate to lose."
Slade watched as the boy moaned and fell to his knees before him. Such a delicious sight, and things were only going to get better, he knew.
"Robin, Robin, Robin. I've already told you, we *think* alike. And you, my dear boy, are so predictable... I *planned* for this to happen." Watching the slits of the boy's mask widening in a mixture of horror and realization, Slade slips the alternate controller out of his belt, crouching down to stare into the boy's eyes from an easier angle. "You fell into my trap, Robin. And oh so willingly. Now I have your life in the palm of my hand..."
"No..." A pathetic moan from the boy. From pain or denial, Slade didn't know. Luckily, it didn't matter.
"*Yes*." Grab a fist-full of the boy's raven locks, and jerk his sight to watch his writhing friends. "You disobeyed me Robin. Just like I knew you inevitably would."
"But-"
"No buts. We had a deal, Robin. You broke it. And now, like I told you, *they* are dying. Slowly, painfully. And all this, is *your* fault."
"It isn't-"
"It *is* your fault. And you will watch them die, just like I said you would."
The boy tried to jerk his head away feebly, but Slade kept his grip firm. Watched silently, joyfully as the tears tracked their way down the boy's face.
"How can you call yourself a hero, Robin, when you can't even save your friends?"
Another feeble attempt to get out of his hold, and a remarkably good snarl. Slade knew he'd picked his apprentice well. "I *am* a hero!"
"No, Robin. A hero would have done all in their power to save the innocent. I would have left your friends alone, but you pushed me to this. You were selfish and dishonorable... Just like me."
A cry of distress from the teens across the floor, and Slade smiled beneath his mask. One down, three to go.
They watched silently, Robin sobbing, convulsing in his own pain and Slade grinning at the easy victory as one by one, the last of the Teen Titans breathed their last breath.
The high pitched keening the boy made then was the sweetest victory music Slade had ever heard. Pressing the button on the alternative controls, the large viewing monitors blinked off, and the glow coming off the boy subsided.
Gathering the weakened child into his arms, rubbing soothing circles along the boy's back, Slade whispered one last, final sentence into Robin's ear. "You are, now and forever, mine and mine alone, my apprentice."
--Fin.