Warnings: Non-con, mental/physical torture, rape, masochism, near death

No, Slade isn't the masochist in this, Robin is. He doesn't develop it for a while. I don't know a time line for this so I don't know if Robin will be Slade's apprentice for only a few weeks, a few months, or even a year or two. I will try to contribute a time line in the text or let people know through author note. Also I got the idea after re-reading Viewfinder chapter 1

Summary: Either he's stubborn or just plain stupid, Robin will not, no matter what happens to him, call Slade 'master', even if it means losing his life

SladinForever

I don't care what you do to me. Bruise me, break me, destroy me with everything you've got, but know this: I will not call you "master". Not now, not ever, even if it means the death of me.

Robin was in a coma. Cyborg had hooked him to a heart monitor, putting him on life support. He was naked under the sheets and thin blanket, his wounds needing sterile, fresh air to help them heal. The only thing he could wear was a pair of loose, white boxers. The waistband was also loose to keep pressure off his bruised hips. The mattress Robin was lying on was the softest they could find seeing as he had to sleep on his bruised back. Every Titan was standing off to the side, staring at him in silence.

"I don't know about you guys," Beast Boy said, "but I don't think I can sit and wait for Robin to wake up to tell us what happened."

"Agreed," Starfire said.

Everyone looked at Raven. She nodded. "I'll tap into his memories for all of us to see. Just get in a circle around Robin's bed." They got in a circle. Raven stood by Robin's head, placing her hands against his temples. "You may see things you won't like, but try to stay relaxed, otherwise the connection could break." Raven looked down at Robin and closed her eyes. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos."

Raven's hands began to glow black. Her power entered his skin and traveled through his brain, locating his memory bank in the back of his mind where all the bad memories went to hide. From that point, she saw flashes going backwards; their return to the Tower, fighting Slade, watching him kick the boy, the Titans entering, and so on. Raven saw the things Robin had gone through in swift flashes that were fairly blurred. She vaguely saw Slade attacking Robin, pressing his thumb into his arms and back to create the bruises, beating him down, and whispering into his bleeding ear. Soon she had gone through all the days he was the villain's apprentice. Soon the flashes slowed to the very first day of Robin's training as a thief and villain.

Robin stood under a bright spotlight as he pulled the sleeves of his apprentice uniform up his entire arm. From his neck down to his ankles, the black Kevlar was fit snugly against his light peach-colored skin. He slipped his feet into his new shoes with a metal plate over the top and the toe covered in thin metal. Grabbing one metal piece at a time, he placed them on his legs, knees, and arms. Picking up his new, empty belt, he placed it around his waist, clicking the round, metal circle together. He then slipped on the neck plate and locked it into place against his collarbone and sternum.

Placing his hand on the small table next to him, Robin picked up the mask with the curved-up points after ripping his normal one off his face. After putting the new one on in its place, he grabbed the thin, metal S and placed it on his chest where his R badge used to sit. His hands were curled into fists at his sides as he looked up and straight ahead. His eyes were narrowed in a glare. Slade came out of the darkness behind him, checking to make sure everything was in its place. Starfire's muffled voice to get Robin to respond was now gone.

Stopping at his left shoulder, Slade said, "I know it seems bad now, but trust me—" Slade began to walk past him, "—you'll learn to like it."

Robin's face didn't change, even as Slade moved in front of him. He made his way back into the dark, leaving the boy standing alone and feeling defeated. A few seconds later, the spotlight turned off, shrouding him in nothing but total darkness.