I don't own the Teen Titans; I don't own anything but Zane (from Star Wars fic). This fic is dedicated to Rocky-White Wolf of Curses because without their help this fic would not have been possible.
"Very good Robin," Slade said when Robin had successfully disarmed him for the first time. "Your skills have improved greatly in the few months you've been my apprentice. Beats being with the bat doesn't it?" He hissed softly in his apprentices' ear as he walked around him like an eagle circling it's prey.
Robin suppressed a shudder. He hated to admit it, but Slade was right. His skills flourished under his strict training regiment. "Yes, Master. Bruce was never what you would call a competent teacher. Always worrying if he hurt me of pushed me to far, I'm actually surprised I learned anything," he said with a slight smirk.
"You are learning. The line between good and evil is blurring isn't it my little bird?" Slade cooed softly placing a hand on the young mans shoulder. "I think it's time you took out that Tamaranean. In doing that, you will prove your loyalty and the rest of your friends will survive, unless you think you can handle them all, in which case either way you will get a very…special reward."
"I realize now, that they were just holding me back. Helping others never made me feel like this…this complete. It's like I've found myself, like I truly know who I am. I will take out Starfire right now, I will take the rest out later."
"Very well, do you know how you will kill her?" Slade purred seductively, it was no secret that Robin desired him, and he used that advantage many times.
"A note, I'll leave it wear she will find it, it'll tell her to meet me alone and that I love her. Knowing how naïve she is she'll believe it and come to meet me. I'll get close to her, kiss her, then I'll run a blade through her heart," Robin said all the while running it through his head and smiling when he pictured Starfires eyes as the blade slipped through her heart.
"For coming up with such a well thought out plan, I will give you a taste of your reward," Slade said and removed his mask.
Robin gasped slightly; he had never thought Slade would be that that…handsome. Ever villain he had ever seen had not been a pretty sight, it was like an unspoken rule, if you're evil you're ugly sort of thing. But Slade completely changed that.
Shaggy pallid hair draped elegantly over a cool grey eye, framing chiseled features. Slade looked as if he had been carved from the finest marble by the most skilled sculptor. Full lips curved in a smirk gave way to a soft goatee. (A/N: I will shoot any comic geek who flames me because I altered his appearance slightly).
"Like what you see?" Slades smooth laugh snapped Robin out of his awe. "Come back alive and successful and you will be seeing a lot more than just my face," he purred seductively and nipped Robins bottom lip just hard enough to make the boy let out a small gasp. "Go. Make your Master proud my little bird."