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Jason, whit sound canceling headphones on and an blindfold tied over his eyes, was currently frightend, full of fear.
He was harmless, he couldnt move at all, the pain from the cut out tracker still burning and the ropes and zipties bruising his skin are making this alot worse then it alredy is.
Jason has to keep thinking the same thing again.
Dont let him manipulate you...dont let him manipulate you..dont let him..manipulate you.dont let him manipulate you dontlethimmanipulateyou..
Jason knew about slades tricks and ways.
But he was strong, hes robin after all. And a titan..kind of? He dosnet really know what he is right now..dick has been dismissive of him, avoiding him. Neglecting him.
Jason dosent even know if dick really wanted him there.
What if dick is taking so long beacuse he dosent want jason back?? What if they are happy that hes finnaly gone- would bruce be happy too?
No..no jason youre being delusenal..you're dehydrated and hurt..your mind isint clear.
Jason thinks quitly to himself.
Until he feels a hand brush at the back of his neck.
He squirms for a short second, but the hand grabbed his neck tightly, so he wouldnt move.
Jason stilled, scared..
What? Jason isnt afraid..hes not.
The blindfold was being removed? And so where the noise canceling headphones.
What? Is slade now gonna tell him about his evil plan.
As jason can finnaly see into slades eyes, he immediately tries to speak- but as soon as he opend his mouth to speak a water bottle was lifted to his mouth, and cold water was pourd into his mouth.
Jason luckly dosent choke,he swallows it, not really having a choice.
He just hopes it isint poisend.
"There you go..dont want you to die of dehydration now do we.." slade said in an mocking voice.
"Fuck- let me go" jason intended to sound demanding, intimidating. But it only came out in an wispering wimper.
"Tch tch tch..." slade wispers behind his breath, while smirking as he shakes his head.
"You know..you remind me alot of my boy" slade says as he looks into jason eyes.
"What? Have you kidnapped him and tortured him??" Jason laughs mianicaly, in an low wispering voice.
"Boy this isint torture..not close to it. And no..what i mean is youre naive. Just like he was.." slade says, looking jason deep into his eyes.
"Hes..dead?" Jason chokes out.
"Yes. And you can thank dick grayson himself for that." Slade says, as he balls his fists.
"You're wrong- grayson would never kill!" Jason shouts, in protest.
"Tch tch tch..son, only naive boys like you belive that perfect robin has no sins. That hes a saint..would you belive that a man who pulls his enemies own SON..on his side..making him a target..making him sacrifice himself..making him turn himself into a humen shield becuse they made him belive he ownd that to them...was a true saint?" Slade says in an snarl. "They killed my son. And they have to pay. You understand that dont you." Slade wispers, an guilt dripping voice.
"But..i havent done anything to you..i wasnt even part of the titans then..or ever?" Jason wispers back.
"My son was innocent too, and it hasnt stopped richard grayson." Slade says.
"Why me tho..im sure that you know people that mean more to him..?" Jason says, trying not to squirm.
"Boy..you are the new robin, you are practically his younger brother. Of course youre to much meaning to him." Slade says, convinced of himself.
Jason turns quite- no, silent. As he trys to look away from slades eyes.
"..or not." Slade says, amolst surprised.
"Hah..what. the flying grayson seems to not like you very much dose he..thats..surprising." slade laughs.
Jason whines as he feels the blindfold be forced back onto his eyes.
"Sorry..but ive made a change of plans..well, guess youre lucky..seems like youre not going to die..atleast not by my hands."
Jason confused, but before he could say somthing he felt somthing prick at his neck, as he still felt the ropes be untied, and being lifted from the chair..probly falling into slades arms..he falls asleep..
Jason hears voices..loud ones.. jason murmers for them to quite down..his headache not doing him well.
"Son...ja..Ja..JA..ASON..JASON!" he was getting back to reality, dick grayson himself-was infront of him, holding him by his shoulders.
Jason wants to cry..grayson came for him- he came to save jason neacuse he cares..dosent he?
They where in a field. He could see the city from far. They sky so dark its amolst black.
The dark green underneath his boots, the people standing close to him, expect dick. He is crouching infront of him.
Slade a few feet away from him grins..an evil fucking grin.
"What..what did you do.?" Jason wispers..he knew slade wasnt just gonna give him back..
"Simple jason..im giving you a choice..and the whole truth" slade says, voice cold.
"What- what dose he mean" gar asks, hiding behind hank.
"Slade- go away" dick snarls, amolst possesivly griping at jasons shoulders- as if hed let go jason hed die..
"We had a deal. Remeber. I get to say my words- and you never get close to my terorory..so now my words.."
Slade starts.
It couldnt be that simple ..right? After all he thinks grayson killed his son..
"Jason todd..im offering you a spot as my patner in..well you can call it in crime..im not saying im telling you to kill people..you can be a hero..as good as you want..but ill mentor you."
What..this?..huh??
Grayson had his arms wrapped around jason tightly- amd pulled jason towards himself- jasons face pushed into dicks chest, being held by grayson whit roughness instead of gentelness.
Jason winces..his wounds havent fully heald yet and the awareness came back after the drugs losing its effects slowly..
"Leave slade." Dick growls. Lirtly growls.
"Jason...would you really wanna stay whit the person who you were sure of didnt care about you- who you think hates you- becuse he dose. He resents seeing you. He treats you worse then any of the titans. I know you crave to be held and treated like the animal turning freak. Or like the demon girl..you want to be treated respectfull, not be underestimated..
God when he trained you and the other two kids he only cared for there bruises whiles you had to treat youre own in the dark room of the cornor.. he didnt even care how the girl tried murdering you.
He dosent cares for you.
I can be that somone. The one who treats your wounds after training. After mission..patrol. i would never underestimate you. You would never have to ask for my permission..i will treat you the way you deserve it."
Slade was finnaly done whit his speech.
Jason looked at slade..slade..he wasnt wrong..
Jason dose crave family..dose crave for dick to care for jason the same way he dose for the others..he wants to be treated like a child- but not like in..a bad way..in a caring way..one he never could get..foster home to foster home to streets. He never felt somone carassing him whit love. He never had somone he could call a father but he craved ut..he so deeply craved it.
He couldnt call bruce a father..he was..emotionally unavailibile.
Slade spoke like he could see through him.
Jason craved it so bad..he wants it so..bad..
Jason tears where alredy leaving his eyes..
He knew the truth tho. That he couldnt just..join somone..expaccily not slade.
Jason pushed his face back into dicks chest..the no was obvious..tho his mind wasn't convinced by his choice.
Slade sighs..but grins.
"The spot will always be free for you todd.." and in less then a second he was gone-
Dick held him, oh so gently..he didnt want to let go ever.
Jason dosent really remebers the drive back..he remebers how silent evreyone was..how they where looking at him whit pity.
Slades speech must have gone through there skull. And jason didnt denie one bit.
He remembers the dark look on dicks face. The cold face, the still- tight, rough grab placed on his shoulder. Pulling jason into his side.
As they arrived at the tower, jason stayd quite..not wanting to talk about slades..speech.
Jason immediately went into his assined room..he dosent dare to call it his own room..becuse..how could he even be a titan after conidering slades offer.
Jason started crying again..quitly..not sobbing.
His mother used to tell him that he was a beutefull crier..that jasons eyes looked gray when glassy of tears..his cheecks a little soft red..his eyes filled whit a soft baby blue.
His hair curly and messy.
Maby his mother just told him that to make excuses for all the times hes been beaten up..violated by police officers..boyfriends of the mother..and more..why they wanted to hurt him so bad in so many ways..
At a point where jason decided to hirt himself.
But maby its true. Maby he is a beutefull cryer.
Jason lets out a half choked chuckle as he rembers his memories whit his mother..when she tried to be good.
Jason didnt notice that somone has opend his door and stepped inside, untill the door was closed.
It was dick.
Dick went over to jason, sitting down next to jason on the bed.
His hand on jasons back for comfort.
Dick tried starting an conversation..having problems.
"Uhh..you know- uh..has anyone told you- you look beutefull whiles crying?" Dick nervously laughs.
Jason grins, the tears rolling down his face.
"Not quite good for when you're a vigilante right.." jason says..trying to..lift the mood.
Dick smiles.
"Hey..what slade said..you dont actually feel that way right..?"
"What..? The part where he talks about me craving a father or the part where you hate me?"
Jason chuckles.
"I dont hate you.." dick wispers.
"I- ive been..an asshole- an complete dick.
I..if you feel that way..then i want to be better..for both of your problems- i can be both..better- and..give you what you need.." dick says, trying to not cry himself.
Jason nods..
"Think youre up for the task? Ive scared away more father figures then bruce has arrested people" jason jokes.
"I think i could do a pertty well job on you" dick smiles as he slings him arm over jasons shoulder.
"But dont forget. Youre mine- you cant go running to slade if somthing happens. If i treat you bad..or if anyone dose..come to me. Alright" dick says threteanly.
"Deal."