Author: wildkitkat PM
Tim Drake has given up the mantle as Robin. NOw he lives a life fueled by drugs and alcohol and believes he is fine. Slade disagrees, he believes Robin to have great potential and wont let him waste it. He kidnaps him for his own version of rehabRated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,485 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 01-15-13 - Published: 12-09-11 - id: 7621156
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"You're making this too easy." Said Slade with a grin. Well it sounded like he said it with a grin, Tim couldn't tell with the mask on.
Tim growled and put a hand on the alley wall to steady him and hoist him to his feet. He planted his feet firmly and put his shaking fists up in a casual boxing pose. He didn't say anything, he didn't want to talk or trade witty insults. He had left the mantle of Robin before. He was just Tim Drake now. Which posed the nagging question why Slade had attacked him, cornering him in the alley outside the bar he had been drinking in for the last few hours.
Even if Tim was just wearing jeans, a red shirt and a black jacket, he was still a formidable opponent. Gadgets were just an extra, it couldn't replace skill. Skill that Bruce had drilled into Tim till it was part of him, it came so naturally.
Still Tim knew he was at a disadvantage. HE was slightly drunk, his limbs were shaking. He had his fix already which was keeping him sharp. HE licked his lips and eyed Slade before him. He looked calm as usual and even slightly smug. Tim clenched his fist then relaxed it.
He turned around towards and headed to the mouth of the alley. "I'm not doing this Slade. I'm done."
Slade didn't make a move to stop him and Tim began to think the man had come after him simply because he might have been bored.
"You need help little bird."
Tim gave a harsh chuckle. "Nice Slade, so are you no longer a mercenary for hire? Simply out here in your nice suit spreading good thoughts?"
"You know you have always been special to me Robin and I'm going to do what the bat should have done awhile ago. Set you straight."
Tim turned back to him. "Go, and don't bother me again." He said in a threatening whisper.
"The Bat may be waiting till you hit complete rock bottom before dragging yourself back to him on hands and knees but I'm not that patient. You're stubborn, you'll be in the morgue before you ask anyone for help."
"I'm fin-" it seemed Slade was done with talking because Tim felt him grab him by the front of his shirt and arm and throw him to the wall. Tim saw a gloved hand coming towards him and he flinched, preparing himself for the punch and to retaliate. Instead the hand covered his nose and mouth and he took a short breath and realized it was a capsule with a sleeping drug in it.
He fought for about thirty seconds. Even as he punched and kicked Slade, Slade continued to pin him t o the wall with one hand and cover his mouth and nose with the other. Soon the drug took toll and Tim slumped forward. He was vaguely aware of Slade hoisting him over his shoulder and then he succumbed to sleep.
Tell me what you think! This has been on my mind for awhile and a rainy day prompted me to get typing. Been awhile but certainly had fun doing this