So, I was sitting here thinking, wouldn't it be funny if Slade and Robin were imprisoned together? And then this whole story popped into my head and I had to start working on it.

This story is based more on the comic book theme, but everyone looks like the characters from the cartoon.

There will be no slash, but there will be torture, kidnaping, murders, and what have you. Slade is one of the main characters, after all.

You may review with comments, complaints or questions. Oh, and/or praises. Thanks!


"Robin," a voice called to him from the darkness. Robin lifted his head and slowly opened his eyes.

"What... what happened?" Robin asked groggily.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," the familiar voice washed over him, sending a chill up his spine.

Robin's eyes focused on the figure in front of him. "Slade," he hissed the name out through clenched teeth when the man's black and orange mask came into view. Robin tugged at his arms and realized that he couldn't move. His gaze darted down his body to discover that he was tied, limbs spread, to the metal posts of a Wayne Enterprises sign on the rooftop of a building.

"What is this, Slade?" Robin's eyes narrowed at the man towering above him.

"Really, Robin, after all we've been through, you think I would resort to this?" Slade spread his hands out,

"Then what are you doing here? And if you're not the one responsible, then who is?"

"You are responsible, Robin. I received a message, from you, inviting me to this rooftop. You said you had a surprise for me, that I should meet you here. I was intrigued, to say the least," Slade's eye roamed down the boy's body and then back up to meet his confused stare.

"I didn't send you any message," Robin frowned at Slade.

"You can imagine how surprised I was when I arrived to find you all wrapped up in a convenient little package, like a present," Slade leaned in close to Robin, bringing his mask level with the boy's face. "Have you decided to give yourself to me, Robin? Are you a gift for all my hard work?"

"I didn't do this," Robin said, appalled. "I will never join you, Slade," Robin glared angrily.

"I didn't think so," Slade reached for his belt and pulled out a small dagger, then suddenly dropped down to one knee, kneeling at Robin's feet. He sliced through the rope at Robin's left ankle. "Someone is playing games with us, Robin. The question is, who made the mistake of using me in this game, and why," Slade tugged at the rope until it was loose enough to get the boy's leg free.

Robin watched as Slade cut his other ankle loose. "Well, if this were a trap, I can think of a number of enemies who would love to get their hands on me, but none that would want to involve you and set us up like this."

"Neither can I," Slade answered as he rose to his full height and moved on to Robin's wrist.

The two remained silent, lost in their thoughts as Slade finished with the last knot and Robin stepped from the ropes. Robin glanced warily at Slade, who was still holding the rope in his fist.

"Why did you help me? You had the perfect opportunity to finish me off," Robin spoke as he rubbed his gloved wrists.

"Things aren't always what they seem, dear boy," Slade said as he suddenly gripped Robin's wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. "What good would you be to me if you were dead, Robin? I want you alive and kicking," Slade purred.

"What are you doing?" Robin yelled out as Slade looped the rope around his body and bound his wrists behind his back.

"Never let your guard down, Robin," Slade instructed.

"Don't tell me what to do, Slade! I know better than trust you!" Robin twisted, trying to break free and he cursed himself for letting Slade get his hands on him.

"You are coming with me until I can figure out who is behind all of this." Slade shoved Robin down, face first, onto the concrete and started to wrap the rope around Robin's ankles.

Robin kicked his feet and tried to roll to the side, but only succeeded in flipping to his back before Slade gripped his ankle and quickly wrapped the rope around his legs, tying them securely.

"I can take care of myself," Robin stated as he glared up at Slade defiantly.

"Clearly," Slade chuckled as he tilted his head. "Behave and I might let you help me find our manipulator."

Just then, a figure swooped down and kicked Slade from the side, knocking him across the roof. "Allow me to save you the trouble," the man landed in front of Robin, not taking his gaze off of Slade.

Slade fluidly rolled to his feet and stood up, fists clenched at his sides. He glanced down the man's body taking in his similar black uniform. His mask covered the upper portion of his face, leaving his mouth visible, but it had the same shaped eye openings as Slade's mask and mirrored his black and orange halves.

"Fan of my work?" Slade asked, tilting his head to the side. "Or just my keen sense of fashion."

"Neither. I hate everything about you," the man reached over his shoulder and pulled a sword free from it's scabbard fastened to his back. "The name's Ravager, and I'm here to kill you."

Robin's eyes widened as his gaze darted from Slade, to Ravager, then back to Slade. He needed more time to get out of the ropes. Hoping the two had forgotten about him, he rolled to his stomach and quietly inched away from them, much like a worm.

Slade clasped his hands behind his back and slowly stepped around the armed man in a wide circle. "Does that make you the good guy, then? Or are you vying for my spot at the top of the evil food chain?"

"I'm nothing like you! I would be doing the world a favor by getting rid of you!"

"And yet, you kidnaped Robin? Rendered him unconscious? Tied him up?" Slade mused with a thoughtful finger at his chin as he made his way around Ravager, "Doesn't sound very honorable to me."

"I needed bait to draw you out," Ravager said as he pivoted to keep eye contact with Slade.

"Now you are sounding more like a villain, Ravager, was it? Acting selfishly to attain your own ends. Using an innocent for a pawn in your schemes. Not to mention murderous intent." Slade finally stopped as he came to stand next to Robin. He lifted his boot and placed it on Robin's back.

Robin grunted as Slade forced him to the ground, pinning him in place, thwarting his escape.

"Oh, and by the way, thank you for the gift. I appreciate the trouble you went through wrapping up Robin and delivering him to me on a silver patter." Slade put his elbow on his knee and leaned down, putting more pressure on Robin, crushing the boy under his boot. "Robin says thanks too," Slade chuckled.

"Shut up and fight," Ravager demanded.

"Do I know you?" Slade asked, catching a familiar tone in the man's voice.

"You should! But you don't know anything about me!" Ravager suddenly leapt at Slade, swinging his sword around at Slade's face.

Slade kicked Robin out of the way and then leaned back dodging the sword's swipe. Slade reached out with lightening speed and gripped the blade in his fist. Then he brought his free hand around and connected that fist with Ravager's face.

Ravager flew backwards, losing his grip on the sword. Slade tossed the blade to the ground as he lunged after the other man. Ravager barely escaped a deadly kick from Slade as he got to his feet.

Robin watched the two men as they threw and blocked blow after blow. He twisted in the ropes, trying to get to his belt so he could escape before Slade won and returned to claim his prize. Although the Ravager seemed to be an even match with Slade, Robin knew Slade wouldn't lose.

Slade took a couple hard hits and staggered backwards. His eye narrowed and he quickly resumed his onslaught, but with more determination. Whoever this Ravager was, he was skilled in combat.

Ravager pulled out a short sword and stabbed at Slade frantically. He managed to graze Slade's abdomen, leaving a shallow slice across his stomach.

Slade roared in anger and jumped on Ravager, knocking them both to the ground. He crashed into the side of Ravager's face with his fist, stunning him.

Slade rose and glared down at his moaning enemy. "I can't begin to tell you how much fun this has been, but I really do need to get Robin home, before he manages to slip out of those ropes." Slade turned and sauntered over to Robin who was now trying to inch away on his stomach again.

"No," Ravager coughed, "I'm not finished with you," he groaned as he managed to lift himself up on his hands and knees.

Slade pulled Robin up by the ropes and slung him over his shoulder. He turned around and glared at Ravager. "Nor I with you. But there will be another day," Slade said as he turned to the edge of the building preparing to leap off.

Robin's frantic gaze shot to Ravager who was staggering to his feet. "Hey, if you're any kind of a hero at all, I could use a hand here!" Robin shouted angrily at him as Slade jumped from the rooftop.

Ravager stumbled to the edge and peered over, searching for any sign of Slade, but he was gone. "Another day, then," Ravager said as he turned to collect his weapons.


Slade dropped Robin on the stone floor, knocking the air from his lungs. It hurt, but Robin was thankful he was lying on the floor instead of being carried over Slade's shoulder. Being in that man's grip made Robin incredibly nervous.

Slade didn't miss a step as he swept into the room and went to his computer. The screens lit up as he brought the system online.

Robin sat up and glanced around the room, getting his bearings. No windows and only one doorway. Shouldn't be too difficult to get away as soon as he got out of the ropes.

"You can't escape me, Robin," Slade said as if reading Robin's mind.

Robin glanced at Slade who was watching him with his hands clasped behind his back. "Eventually you have to untie me," Robin smirked.

"Do I?" Slade asked as he stepped towards him.

Robin's eyes narrowed. "Why didn't you kill Ravager?" he asked, hoping to deter Slade from whatever thoughts were causing that sinister gleam in his eye.

"Don't change the subject, Robin. I'll worry about Ravager. You worry about yourself," Slade stopped in front of Robin, glaring down at the bound boy.

"You could have killed him, but you didn't," Robin pressed. "He used you and attacked you and even threatened you, so why did you let him go?"

"So anxious for blood shed, Robin?" Slade reached down and gripped Robin's shirt, pulling the boy up off the ground, to his eye level.

"You know I'm not, but we both know that you have killed for less. For some reason, you didn't want to kill him. Why?" Robin squirmed, not wanting to be so close to Slade. He felt like the man's body heat was suffocating him.

"Because, I do not need to kill him. He is not a threat to me. I know his identity."

"How? Who is he?"

"You have more important things to worry about Robin, like your impending torture and how long you will be able to hold out before you break." Slade's eye narrowed.

Robin's eyes widened at Slade's words for a moment before he regained his composure. "I will never give in, Slade. You should have figured that out by now."

"I have so many ways to persuade you, Robin. There are still so many things I can do to you to change your mind. I will wear you down eventually, until your every thought will be of how you can please me."

"Sooo... you won't be untying me then?" Robin asked, raising a single brow.

"No, Robin, I won't. Not until you ask your Master nicely," Slade's voice dropped to a sinister whisper.

Robin glared at Slade as the corner of his mouth pulled up into half a smile, "Master, will you please untie your humble apprentice?"

"Nice try, Robin, but I'm not entirely sure you are being sincere." Slade reached a hand down to Robin's waist. There was a click and then Slade pulled the yellow utility belt from Robin's hips. He tossed the belt to the side, letting it crash to the floor.

Slade drug Robin out of the room and down the hallway. He stopped at a door and punched a code into a keypad. The door opened and a light flickered on. Slade tossed Robin into the room, sending the boy crashing into the wall of the tiny room.

"What is this?" Robin rolled to sit up against the wall as he glanced around the 8' by 8' concrete box.

"This is your cell, dear boy. This is where I will leave you to rot when you displease me. And right now, I am very displeased with you, Robin," and with that, Slade turned and the door slid shut behind him.

The dim light flickered off, leaving Robin in complete blackness. He sat unmoving, glaring at where the door was.

"Hell," he muttered.

Robin squirmed and twisted his wrists as he began the task of trying to get free from the ropes.


So, does it sound pretty typical for Robin and Slade so far? Well, except for Ravager. But I have to set up the story so hang in there and hopefully I can make it all sound as exciting as it is in my head.