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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Klarion
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Robin, Klarion
  Additional Tags:
      Mind_Control, Forced, Stockholm_Syndrome, Eventual_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-07 Updated: 2017-12-29 Chapters: 6/? Words: 7319
****** Scientifically Supernatural ******
by SParkie96
Summary
     The Injustice League captures Robin. And a certain Witch Boy falls in
     love with the Boy Wonder. Though Robin doesn't love him back, well,
     he doesn't have much of a choice, does he? Rated for Mature Themes.
Notes
     This is a redo of my original redo (which can be found on Fanfic.net)
     because I frankly was not a fan of how restricted I was and how my
     original was deleted and I had to make it more Fanfic appropriate. No
     like slash? Then go the hell away. And don't say I didn't warn you.
***** Caged Little Bird *****
Louisiana Bayou......
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The sound of explosions could be heard from the sky. Fire exploded throughout
the air as a giant moving plant was blown to bits by thousands of tiny glowing
discs. A pained shriek could be heard at the same time of the plants utter
demise. On the ground, a fight broke out between the forces of good and the
forces of evil. The Young Justice team had nearly completed their mission of
defeating the Injustice League. The only thing left on the agenda: Defeating
the Injustice League. The team went head to head against each villain of the
League. Miss Martian used her powers to blow the series of vines Poison Ivy
used against each of them, protecting her teammates. Superboy and Wolf attacked
Ultimate Humanite, engaging in hand-to-hand combat. Artemis and Kid Flash went
up against Count Vertigo and Black Adam, dodging their various attacks and
avoiding the Count's Vertigo blasts. Aqualad, as Dr. Fate, went against Wotan,
exchanging magical blasts.
Leaving Robin to fend against the Joker. The Boy Wonder dodged the knives in
the psychopath's hands, trying not to get his head clipped off. He staggered
away from the seemingly pathetic choice of weapons on the Clown's part. Due to
the fact that his attention was currently on the clown, the young acrobat got
hit by one of Poison Ivy's vines and was struggling to stay on his feet. The
hit turned into a couple hits and soon became powerful blows. Not only did he
now have to defend against the archenemy of his mentor, now he was forced to
avoid getting taken out by killer plants too. As he was avoiding the flailing
arms of the clown, a vine wrapped tightly around his ankle and pulled, forcing
him face down into the shallow water before being pulled upward. Great, now he
was hanging upside down and was currently at the mercy of his enemy.
The Joker released a devilish cackle and grabbed the Boy Wonder by his chin,
"Always wanted to carve this bird."
"Ginthgif eht esaec!" a nasally voice called out.
Suddenly, all the heroes were encased in a threatening red glow. They were
forced to a halt and were currently frozen in their spots. The Joker was also
encased in the same red glow, forcing him to freeze as well. Now that he was
frozen, he was unable to slice the poor Boy Wonder's throat. Said boy wonder
let out a breath of relief. Everyone looked up into the sky and instantly
became shocked. All of the members of the Light, now revealed, stood on a
glowing pentagram above, looking down upon their inferiors.
"Well, doesn't this look displeasing?" Lex Luthor asked, looking down upon the
now dead plant that hung over the sides of the Observatory.
"Quite, Mr. Luthor." Ra's Al Ghul said with agreement.
The Pentagram lowered on to the ground, allowing the Light to step down into
the muddy waters of the bayou. Ra's Al Ghul raised a brow at the currently
trapped Robin that hung upside down in front of the Joker. Ra's hummed and
rubbed at the boy's cheek
"Well, look at what we have here. You look absolutely vulnerable." the thousand
year old man said with a chuckle. Robin grunted, trying to squirm out of the
plant's grip.
"We should kill you all, right here, right now." Queen Bee said.
"But, due to the shortage of time, we only have time to take a hostage." Lex
said.
"Eenie, meenie, I pick this one!" Klarion hollered, pointing to Robin. 
The raven haired acrobat stopped his struggling to stare at the older boy in
disbelief. His disbelief became displeasure. Of course they chose him. The
villains always chose to take him hostage. Letting go a sigh of annoyance,
Robin held out his arms, as if waiting for someone to just place handcuffs
around his wrists, throw him over their shoulder, and run off with him, leaving
a promise his demise should someone attempt anything.
Klarion floated over to the younger. With a snap of his fingers, the plant
disappeared and Robin was bound in glowing red bonds. Instead of struggling for
his freedom, Robin gave the villains a Bat-Glare of his own. His teammates
called out for him and he was slightly surprised when Dr. Fate did not make an
attempt at rescue. But then again, Dr. Fate was an all powerful "Lord of
Order", he knew all!
Except a way to unleash his power without a host body.
With another snap of Klarion's fingers, all the villains, and Robin,
disappeared.
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The Light's Headquarters......
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The first thing that Robin's brain registered was a blinding white light that
flushed through his vision. He shook his head and blinked his eyes a couple of
times to rid his sight of the thousands of little stars that danced in his line
of sight. After blinking a few more times, he could finally see clearly. The
ringing in his ears faded away and was replaced by the sound of arguing.
Two people were hollering at each other. They sounded like they were having an
argument over him. He turned his head slightly to see that he was in a room
full of both the Light and the Injustice League. The two people arguing were
the Joker and Klarion.
"BUT I'VE KNOW BIRD BOY LONGER!" Joker yelled.
"YEAH, WELL I CALLED DIBS!" Klarion hollered back.
'What the....huh?' Robin thought to himself.
The sound of the two nasally voices grated on his ears, soon bringing on a
headache. He grunted, ground his teeth together, and tightly closed his eyes,
as if hoping that doing all of that would make his headache subside.
The yelling ceased as all eyes were upon him. There were murmurs amongst the
older people, acting as though anything they said could reveal something to the
Boy Wonder. Robin looked around nervously at all the sinister looking faces
that stared at him. Vandal Savage was the first to break the silence, a smirk
gracing his lips,
"For the boy's sake. Klarion, you now are the proud owner of a certain Boy
Wonder."
"No fair!" the Joker exclaimed with a pout.
***** No Means No *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter will have a mix of the original and the rewritten. For
     those who didn't know, Robin is thirteen and Klarion is like
     centuries older, (But physically and semi mentally he is roughly
     sixteen or seventeen).
Klarion's Home in his Domain
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The room was finely furnished in furnitire that resembled Victorian Style
furniture. Besides its Victorian themed rooms, said rooms were also equipped
with electric lighting, appliances, and even TV's. The fireplace on the left
side of the living room began to flicker wildly until said flame crawled out
from the fireplace. Though instead of setting the entire room ablaze, it formed
into two humanoid shapes and one feline shape. The fire retreated back into the
fireplace, leaving Klarion, Robin, and Teekl in its place. 
With a harsh shove, Klarion threw Robin out of the way and on to the couch. The
younger boy grunted as he landed face down on the cushions. Klarion gave a
mocking laugh, sitting in the recliner to the right of the couch. Lazily, the
Witch Boy levitated the remote from the couch into his hand before flicking the
television on. Some cartoon with a flexible talking dog and a kid in a white
cap came on. Robin flipped himself over on to his back to prevent himself from
suffocating. He gave Klarion a look of disbelief,
"Are you really just going to sit here and watch tv? You have me at your mercy
and you're seriously just going to watch tv?" Robin asked.
Klarion snorted in annoyance, "Well, do you have a better idea? Because,
frankly, I'm pretty tired."
Robin glared, "You clearly have never read the official Villains' Handbook,
have you?"
Klarion rolled his eyes, simply choosing to just ignore the younger as he
surfed through the channels. Though he tried his best, the magic user was
unable to block out the acrobats complaints of "I'm Bored!" or "This show
sucks!". He felt annoyed and felt as though the younger was annoying him on
purpose now. There was no way someone could keep it up for this long and if the
Boy Wonder thought annoying the elder would end in his freedom, he could
definitely think again. Robin groaned in annoyance again, complaining about
something along the lines of "My arms are starting to hurt" and "Untie me".
Klarion released an annoyed screech and threw the remote at the tv.
"You're bored? YOU'RE TIRED! YOU'RE BLAH BLAH BLAH! DO YOU EVER JUST SHUT UP?!
YOU'RE SUCH A BRAT!" Klarion hollered.
Silence. Then, "I'M a brat? Says the guy who threw a temper tantrum because he
didn't get the Helmet of Fate. And you're calling ME a brat?" Robin retorted.
"You weren't even there! How the hell do you even know that happened?" Klarion
asked, getting off of the recliner to get in Robin's space.
"HA! My team was talking about that mission for days! KF even has his own
impression of you!" Robin laughed.
Klarion felt his eye twitch. Teekl, sensing the anger rising in her master,
fled into the other room. The gray-blue skinned boy unzipped his pants and
lowered his boxers. Slowly he rubbed himself with one hand and grabbed at
Robin's hair with the other. Robin became silent and grunted in pain. Klarion
muttered some things in an ancient language, getting harder and harder just by
the sight of Robin's pained face. Then suddenly, Klarion tapped the acrobat's
cheek with his member. The younger raven was both confused and disgusted,
"Klarion, what th-mmph!" Robin was about to say until Klarion forced himself
into the younger's mouth and down his throat.
The younger released a horrified scream that was muffled by the pulsing flesh
in his mouth. The elder moaned, thrusting himself in and out of the boy's
throat. Just as suddenly as the assault started, it ended. Klarion pulled out
as Robin began coughing and spitting. He was desperately trying to get the
taste of the elder male out of his mouth. Robin looked up in horror as his
captor looked down at him with hungry eyes, a forked tough dragging across blue
lips. The witch boy waved his hand as Robin's bindings disappeared. 
The thirteen year old, though free, did not move from his seat on the couch. He
didn't want to. He was too scared to. He didn't want that momentary experience
again, no way! Klarion smirked down at the younger,
"Are we going to behave now?" The demonic being asked in a taunting manner.
Robin released a whimper, nodding his head slowly. Klarion nodded in approval,
sitting beside the horrified acrobat. Robin quickly scooted away from the
elder, pulling his knees up under his chin. He mumbled something along the
lines of, "That was so not asterous,". Klarion merely shrugged and continued
his channel surfing.
The younger male released a shaky breath and quietly sobbed. Out of all the
hostage situations he had ever been in, he had never been forced into any kind
of sexual situation. Ever. He could tell that Klarion was hell bent on the rest
of his stay here miserable.
 
***** Taunt *****
Robin wrapped his arms around his legs as he rested his head on his knees. His
brows were furrowed in annoyance as he tried desperately not to flip out. The
Witch Boy seemed to be ignoring him at the moment, but Teekl did nothing of the
sort. The familiar sat on the couch between the two boys, focusing her
attention on the acrobat as she pawed at his legs, meowing loudly. The Boy
Wonder shooed her away with his hand, only to get swatted and hissed at. A
growl rumbled through the small feline as she continued to paw at the other's
tights. Again, Robin attempted to shoo her away, but nearly lost a finger as
the cat snapped at his gloved hand. Robin looked to the other occupant of the
couch with a half glare,
"Klarion, get your stupid cat to knock it off."
The Witch Boy pushed the cat on to the floor, the feline giving a long and
pained half meow, half growl. Klarion then responded with a "Happy?" before
turning back to whatever he was watching. Robin looked down at the pained
feline and then looked up at her master. That was it? The Boy Wonder sighed and
ruffled his own hair. The younger boy looked around the room, curious as to
what time it was. Seeing as there were no clocks or windows, the bird was
unable to tell what time it was. He thought about asking his enemy, but refused
at the sudden memory of what had just happened moments ago. Or was it hours?
Again, he didn't know.
A small purring noise beside him brought his attention to Teekl, who had
climbed back up on to the couch to pester the sidekick once again. This time
she was on his other side, perched on the arm of the couch. Robin groaned in
frustration as he glared down at the cat. Again? Seriously? It just looked up
at him with wide eyes, rubbing her head against his arm. Robin told it to stop
several times. All those times he had been ignored by the stubborn pet. Robin
let out a growl,
"Can you not? Ugh! This is so not turbing." Robin grunted, pushing at the cat.
Teekl growled at him and swatted at him again, this time her claws caught the
flesh of his arm. He yelped in pain and yanked his arm away from the vile
thing, examining the wound. There were four long scratches about two inches
long, but not too deep. He held his arm and glared at the feline once again. He
scooted away from it, not realizing that he was actually scooting closer to the
Witch Boy. Klarion mentally laughed and put an arm around the Boy Wonder once
the younger was closer to him. He felt the Boy Wonder tense in his grip,
pulling away from the elder slightly. Unfortunately, Klarion was stronger and
held firm, perfectly trapping the other in his arm.
"Let me go." Robin simply said.
"You're the one who scooted into me." Klarion stated, turning his attention
back to the television.
"That's because your cat didn't give me much of a choice." Robin responded.
He received a smirk from the Witch Boy, telling Teekl that she was a Good Girl.
The Witch Boy then roughly yanked on the younger, pulling the other on to his
lap so that the young Acrobat was straddling his thighs and was facing him. The
Boy Wonder gave a yelp as long fingers brushed over the fresh scratches. The
shorter of the two pushed at Klarion's shoulders, asking to be let down.
Klarion just smirked, giving a simple "No" as a reply. The Boy Wonder huffed,
adding on a "Please?" to his request. The grey-ish blue skinned boy chuckled,
running a hand under the other's cape to stroke a lean back.
Robin shuddered, "Don't do that."
Klarion chuckled again, "And why not, Boy Blunder?"
The raven haired boy did not offer a reply. Instead he crossed his arms over
his chest and glared at the other. Like he hadn't heard that insult before. He
roughly shoved at the Witch Boy, accidentally sending himself tumbling to the
floor. Robin grunted, rubbing the back of his head. The other boy cackled above
him, calling him "The Boy Clutz". Robin growled and righted himself, deciding
to sit cross-legged on the floor at the other's feet. He leaned up against the
couch, arms crossed at his chest again. This isn't what he expected when he
handed himself over to the Light. He half-expected to be tortured for
information and half-expected to be killed. Frankly, he'd rather be tortured
right now. At least he wouldn't be sitting here bored, not knowing the time of
day, and just sitting here watching television with the Witch Brat.
A sudden hand in his hair brought him out of his thoughts, making him freeze.
The hand stayed still for several seconds before stroking his hair fondly.
Robin just sat there wide eyed as he stared ahead, the hand continuing to just
pet his hair. What the hell did Klarion think he was doing? Robin swatted at
the hand, much like Teekl had done to his own hand earlier. The hand didn't
move, and the Boy Wonder wished it did. Instead, the hand tightened in his
hair, pulling and clawing at his head. Robin yelped and grabbed at the other's
wrist, trying to pry Klarion off of him. Klarion pulled his hand upward,
yanking at the other's head, forcing the other boy to move upward as well.
Klarion just laughed at this, loving the fact that he had some kind of power
over his young captive. He loosened his fingers, letting Robin slide back down
on to the floor. Once Robin was seated back down, Klarion went back to petting
his toy's hair.
"I'm not a pet! Knock it off!" Robin exclaimed, slapping the other's hand away
again. This time he ducked away.
"You might as well be, considering your current situation." Klarion said with a
smirk.
Robin glared at him, "What do you want from me, anyway? All you've done was sit
on the couch and watch T.V. for the past.....I don't even know how many
minutes."
"Five minutes."
"......No way it's only been five minutes. It has to have been longer...."
Robin said in shock.
"It has been longer than five minutes. I'm just not going to tell you how long
it's actually been. I don't need an annoying pestfor a hostage. Kind of like
you are now." Klarion explained.
Robin felt his eye twitch in irritation. Hewas an annoying pest? This coming
from the ultimate annoyance in the entire universe. But no, Robin's the
annoying pest. The acrobat rolled his eyes and got up off of the floor, walking
toward the nearest door. Klarion followed his actions with his eyes. Well,
mainly following Robin's asswith his eyes,
"Where do you think you're going?" Klarion asked nasally.
"Oh, you know. Just looking for a way out. What's it look like I'm doing?"
Robin asked sarcastically.
Klarion hummed, "Looking like a lost rat in a cage."
The Boy Wonder just stuck his tongue out at his captor, yanking on the
doorknob. He opened the door, only to be met with a closet full of coats. He
turned to look at the other incredulously. What the hell did Klarion need with
all of these coats? He wasn't even human! He was a Lord of Chaos! He couldn't
feel anything! Robin angrily shut the closet door walking over to another door.
A bathroom. The next door, the kitchen. The next, the basement. Each door was
slammed shut, one right after the other. Several doors later, Robin just gave
up, not finding his way out. He flopped down on the floor, pouting angrily at
the burgundy carpet.
Klarion looked down at the younger, "Are you quite finished?"
Robin huffed at the other, removing his utility belt from around his hips. He
attempted to open one of the pouches, only to receive a shock instead. He
yelped and dropped the yellow belt to the floor with a clatter. Why did it do
that? It was his own belt, it shouldn't be doing that. Not unless it was
tampered with while he was unconcious at the Light's headquarters. He whipped
his head over to stare at the Witch Boy, eyes demanding an explaination.
Klarion didn't say anything, but instead smiled darkly at the younger boy.
Robin wanted to slap that smile off of his smug face.
***** Enter Daddy Bat *****
Chapter Notes
     Update
Mt. Justice...
===============================================================================
"YOU DID WHAT?" Batman roared.
Kaldur winced at the loud sound. Him and the team stood in a line, much like
that of soldiers prepared for war. Instead of standing proud, they hung their
heads in shame. Instead of war, they were waiting for the Bat to come and rip
their heads off. The Bat roared for blood angry that they just let the
Injustice League, and possibly, the Light take his protégé. M'gann went to jump
to Kaldur's defense, only to get shut down with a "QUIET."
Wally's heart would not stop pounding in his chest. Seriously, if it kept it up
like this, it might leap out of his chest. He knew they should have tried
something. They should not have just stood by and watched helplessly as the
youngest member of their team offered himself to The Light. The red-head also
knew that the Caped Crusader was not angry, well, not completely. Batman was
just worried. Why wouldn't he be? The bad guys had his son, damn it! He just
wanted Robin back safe and sound. Who knows what they were doing to the
sidekick.
"I don't want anymore excuses. First thing tomorrow, you will all go with your
mentors on and search for Robin. You're all dismissed." Batman commanded.
"But, Batman" 'Shut it, Artemis.' Wally thought.
"I SAID YOU'RE DISMISSED." Batman said, getting in the blonde's face.
Though she was a skilled fighter, even she did not stand up to the Batman. With
a nod, the team dispersed, heading to the Zeta-Tubes. All but Wally, who turned
to watch the Dark Knight. He saw the Dark Knight break down, his posture losing
it's confident stature. Had it been one villain that captured Robin, Batman
would not be acting like this, but because it was multiple SUPER-Villains, he
was a nervous wreck.
Wally slowly approached the older, placing a hand on his shoulder, "We'll find
him, Bruce. I promise."
Batman did not say anything in response.
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Klarion's Domain...
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It had been hours since Klarion had left. The Lord of Chaos said he had to
leave to go attend a meeting with the Light, leaving Robin to fend for himself
until he returned. Okay, so he was not totally defenseless. The Witch Boy had
left him with a fridge full of food as well as working appliances. He even gave
him access to the other rooms, but threatened to kill him if he dared try
escape.
Yeah, as if he would be against the idea after earlier.
He groaned as he flickered through the channels on the television for the
thousandth time that day. The acrobat was laying upside-down on the couch, legs
thrown over the back of the couch and head resting on the cushions. He pulled
shirt back over his stomach. Oh, how he enjoyed being stripped of his uniform
and thrown into civilian clothes. The damned Witch Boy ripped his uniform off,
scratching the hell out of him in the process, and forced him in a black muscle
shirt and sweatpants. The elder tried to take his mask, but Robin fought like
hell to keep it on.
A meow next to him reminded him that he was not alone. Why would he be? Klarion
left her to make sure Robin did not do anything while he was gone. He turned
his head to look at the furry companion sitting next to him on the couch, blood
red eyes staring at him.
"Can I help you?" Robin asked.
He received a hiss in reply.
Blue eyes rolled behind his mask. Typical. He honestly did not know what he was
expecting otherwise. He usually was an animal lover, but the furry little shit
next to him was not a normal animal. He had made an attempt to pet it earlier,
but now he wore bandages on his left hand. Teekl had been meowing at him since,
but he had no idea what the damned feline wanted. It just kept meowing. Another
meow made him jump off of the couch, turning off the television while he was at
it. He headed into the bedroom *shudder* to go rest. He heard the patter of
little paws behind him, causing him to shut the bedroom door behind himself.
He flopped down on the bed, burying his face in the soft and plushy material.
If the circumstances were different, he might actually enjoy laying on this
bed. It was like sleeping on a cloud. Before he could thoroughly enjoy the bed,
the sound of something clawing at the wooden door. He groaned and threw a
pillow at the door, telling the cat to shut up.
Or at least he intended for the pillow to hit the door. By the sounds of
things, the pillow hit something closer as it fell to the floor. He looked up
from his position on the bed and groaned, burying his face back into the bed.
Of course Klarion had decided to come home when he wanted to lay down. The
warlock looked down at his prisoner, an amused grin on his face,
"That's no way to talk to a familiar, Little Bird." Klarion purred, sitting
down on the bed next to the other.
"It is when they meow and then attack for no reason." Robin responded.
"Is that where this little number came from?" Klarion asked, tapping at Robin's
injured hand.
The younger made a muffle noise, indicating that the answer was "Yes". Klarion
chuckled, playing with the raven's soft hair. The bird made another noise and
swatted at the other. With one clawed hand, Klarion caught the other's wrist
and pushed. The action successfully flipped Robin on to his back. Much like
that of a cat, Klarion pounced on the other while also pinning the younger's
wrists to the bed. Robin grunted and tried to pull his arms out of the other's
grip, but to no avail. The Witch Boy just kept an iron tight grip on the boy.
"Maybe she was hungry." Klarion said, dipping his face closer to Robin's.
"S-She had food." Robin grunted, pushing his head deeper into the mattress and
away from Klarion.
The Lord of Chaos hummed, "Maybe she's in heat." he whispered, closing the
distance between his and the sidekick's face.
He was now kissing the younger boy, causing Robin to make disgusted noises
while thrashing underneath of the other. No way, not again. There was no way in
hell he was going to let the Witch Boy get away with this twice in one day!
With a small yet menacing growl, Robin bit down on the other's mouth. Klarion
let out a muffled yell and jerked back in pain. Sensing an opening, Robin
thrust his head up at the other. Klarion released another pained screech,
holding his head in pain. Did the Boy Wonder just head-butt him?
Robin shook the stars out of his vision and jumped off of the bed. He wanted to
make a Bee-Line for the door, but something wrapped around his ankle and
pulled. The amount of force sent the thirteen year-old tumbling to the floor.
He then felt himself being dragged backward and then up, hanging by a magical
binding around his ankle. He hung in the air in front of a very pissed off
Witch Boy. The warlock's hand shot out and wrapped itself around his throat,
cutting off his air-supply. He gasped for air as little black dots bit at the
edge of his vision.
"Do you really think fighting me would work in your favor? Are you really that
stupid?" Klarion asked with a growl.
"On-only on Tuesdays." Robin spat with a huge, shit-eating grin.
"Well, then it must be a Tuesday." Klarion replied.
With a frustrated growl, he released the younger's throat. He then waved his
hand through the air. At the same time, Robin went flying in the same
direction. The rope untied itself from his ankle and climbed up his body before
tying itself around his small wrists. Though he was now tied, Robin still
struggled to get his hands out of the bindings. He released a pained grunt as
they seemed to get tighter instead of loser. Klarion pounced on him once more.
"You know, I was willing to take it easy on you, but you're just too damned
stubborn." Klarion said, gripping at the corner of Robin's mask.
The thirteen year-old froze. He could not let the other remove his mask or else
he would expose himself and Bruce. He gave a loud protest, but Klarion said a
silencing spell. His mouth immediately glued shut, the only sounds released
were muffled grunts. He then opted to thrash, beating at the older with his
bound wrist, but another spell had him frozen on the bed.
Klarion smiled in amusement, "Much better."
His clawed hands played with the edges of his domino mask, causing Robin's
heart to pound in his chest. He silently chanted a series of "No's" in his head
while also hoping that the other did not remove his mask. He felt another pull
and cursed. Klarion went on a monologue, how he always wondered what color eyes
the Boy Wonder had. He imagined that he might have Sea Foam Green eyes to go
with that feathery black hair and pale complexion. Or maybe it was the complete
opposite, deep, honey brown eyes that gave him a Deer Caught in
Headlightsstare. Little did the Witch Boy know, Robin had neither green or
brown eyes. The witch asked the boy if he was right. With a smile, Robin
shrugged, causing the older boy to give him an annoyed look back.
"You really are a piece of work, Bird Brain."
'Are You Serious?!' Robin thought, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
***** What Does He Want *****
In the dark shadows of Mt. Justice's meeting room, Batman stood hunched over at
one of the computer terminals. He had been furiously trying to locate the
tracking device in Robin's utility belt. Ever since Robin's capture just hours
earlier, his utility belt had yet to give off a signal. Usually, the belt
continuously released a homing signal every hour. For some reason, the Boy
Wonder's belt had not given off a signal since. This caused the Dark Knight to
become panicked, never stopping in his efforts to find his only son.
Though he did not hear footsteps behind him, Bruce knew he was not alone in the
room. There was a strong hand on his shoulder. He tilted his head slightly to
see Superman standing behind him, trying to give the billionaire strength.
"We'll find him, Bruce. You know we will." Clark reassured.
The Bat hummed in response, shrugging the Boy Scout's hand off of himself. He
heard the Kryptonian release a sigh of defeat. He decided to leave the
billionaire to his work. Bruce sighed as well as he was left to his work.
===============================================================================
Back in Klarion's Lair, Robin laid prone on his back. Klarion had been called
off for "Villainy Duty" leaving Robin tied to the headboard on the bed. The Boy
Wonder shifted uncomfortably, but winced when he moved his neck the wrong way.
He had cursed the Witch Boy for leaving a bite mark in the juncture of his neck
and shoulder. Klarion had left the mark before he had left. Unfortunately, he
had left the younger tied to the bed.
With a grunt and one final tug, Robin threw his head back into the pillows in
defeat. Why hadn't these bindings dissipated the moment Klarion had left? That
was how magic was supposed to work. For some reason, that was clearly not the
case. No matter how hard he had pulled, tugged and twisted, the bonds remained
strong, never loosening in the slightest. He laid there, glaring at the ceiling
and cursed whatever higher power put him in this situation.
"Sorry, Boy Wonder." Klarion's voice echoed throughout the room.
Robin gave another roll of his eyes, muttering "Smart-Ass" under his breath. He
gave another grunt and pulled on the ropes. He felt his heart leap in his chest
as the ropes actually seemed to loosen slightly. He gave a silent cheer and
continued to pull. Was this actually working?
"No, it's not. That was actually me." A voice called out.
Robin turned his attention towards the door, watching as Klarion made his way
into the bedroom. The bindings disintegrated off of the boy-wonder, allowing
the raven-haired male to sit-up on the bed. The acrobat rubbed as his now sore
wrists. For magic bindings, they actually kind of hurt his wrists. The Witch
Boy noticed Robin rubbing at his wrists. With a sigh, Klarion held both of the
younger's small wrists between his own. He gently massaged the Boy Wonder's
wrists, using a healing spell at the same time.
The sidekick raised his brow in confusion. If he was not confused before, he
sure was now. Last time he had checked Klarion's file, being nice was no where
in the other's resume. Before he could question this sudden act of kindness,
Klarion dropped the other's hands to his lap. He then explained that he guessed
he should feed the other before he starved. Since Robin had been good all
afternoon, not like he had a choice, the magic-user supposed he should conjure
up some dinner for the other to eat.
"Why?" Robin asked.
"Because humans need to eat three meals a day...I don't know, I did not create
any of you." Klarion said as though it were the most obvious and annoying thing
in the world.
"No, I mean, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" Robin asked.
"...I do not have to answer to you." Klarion replied.
By this point, Klarion had led the younger to the Kitchen/Dining Room area. The
Witch Boy continued to rant about the creation of humans, telling the other
that if he had created them, he would have made it so they did not have to eat
physical food. While the other was lost in his own rambling thoughts, Robin
cautiously sat down at the dining room table. Masked blue eyes never left the
other, still not exactly sure of what was going on. Was Klarion about to kill
him? Did something happen with the Light to cause this rapid change in
behavior? He was about to die. He knew it.
With a wave of his wrist, Klarion caused all of the food to fly out from the
cabinets and refrigerator. Though he should have been used to such a sight,
since he constantly helped Miss M once and a while, Robin still watched in awe
as the food seemingly made itself. It was also interesting to watch a sight
like this. It was all so...well, magical. Klarion caught his look of delight
and smirked. Humans; so easily amused by the most average of things. Had the
Boy Wonder truly never seen magic in motion before? While the Boy Wonder
watched the food make itself from his seat at the table, Klarion snuck up
behind the younger and put his hands on the other's shoulders. He gently
massaged the acrobat's slim shoulders, resting his head on top of the other's.
"Magical, isn't it?" Klarion whispered into the other's ear.
The younger raven let out a surprised yelp. He had managed to pull away from
the other, but the sudden motion caused the chair to rock to one side. Robin
was sent tumbling out of his chair and on to the floor. The Witch Boy let out a
cackle, pointing at the other's misfortune. Robin hollered back at the other,
telling Klarion to never everdo that again. The Witch Boy responded with a
smirk, asking if he should have kissed him instead.
His response was punch in his family jewels.
***** The Morning After *Dubious Consent/Rape Scene* *****
Darkness greeted his vision as Robin laid on the soft surface beneath him.
Where was he? What the hell was happening? Why could he not see? He went to
reach up for whatever was covering his eyes, but his arm did not respond in a
way he anticipated. It moved slowly and sluggishly, as though swimming through
thick molasses. Trying his legs, it felt like his limbs were made of lead.
While moving, his muscles protested in pain, as though he had undergone an
intense work-out session. Or a beatdown via a gang in Gotham. Or Bane. Christ,
what the hell was going on? Dick hesitantly called out to Klarion, but his
voice was raspy and quiet, as though he had spent the day screaming on
rollercoasters and ran down his voice. He tried again, but he highly doubted
the Witch Boy could hear him. Dick coughed and tried his limbs again.
The cold air of the room licked at his skin, causing him to shiver. Why the
hell was it so cold in here? And why…why was he naked?! He called out once
again, his voice a bit stronger and louder this time. He told Klarion to come
on out and that whatever the magic user was doing, it was not funny. He tried
to remember what happened last night, but he was drawing a blank. It felt as
though his memories were lost in a fog he could not get them out of. He felt
absolutely helpless and he absolutely hated every minute of it. He screamed out
for Klarion, demanding he show himself, melting into a fit of coughs. Gods,
what the hell was that awful taste in his mouth? Before he could scream again,
he felt the bed shift slightly as a cold hand laid itself upon his warm
abdomen. He froze instantly at the touch.
“You rang, pet?” Klarion whispered, breath tickling against Dick’s neck.
“Klarion…what…” Dick whispered, feeling the Witch Boy’s lips against his
throat.
The elder chuckled, hand trailing downward over Dick’s stomach. Claws traced
circles on the bird’s hips, biting down and drawing blood from the thin area.
This drew a hiss from Dick, feeling blood dribble out of the cuts. The Witch
Boy began to speak, informing the younger that he was like a wild sexual beast
last night during their dinner. Towards the end, the sidekick lost control of
his senses and nearly jumped Klarion’s bones. It was after he finished his food
that Dick hopped into Klarion’s lap and viciously made-out with him. Dick went
to protest, but was silenced by a hand cupping his nether regions. Klarion
continued on, telling the raven-haired beauty that he feverishly bit and sucked
at his throat like a little vampire. It was like something or someone had taken
over the Boy Wonder last night, the pale fingers trying to desperately remove
Klarion’s clothes to get at the skin underneath.
“I-I would never…” Dick whimpered as Klarion began to pump his member slowly.
“Oh, but you did, Little Bird. I know not what had come over you last night,
but I plan to unleash that sexy little nymph again today.” Klarion purred,
teeth burying themselves into Dick’s shoulder.
Dick moaned, back arching against the elder as Klarion climbed on top of him.
Klarion pulled his mouth away as fingers trailed down further to trace at
Dick’s entrance. He informed Dick that he could barely contain himself last
night and Klarion had to pry Dick off of himself. That the second the Boy
Wonder’s back hit the bed, he had removed all of his clothes and buried his
fingers into himself. The boy had thrashed around like he had been possessed by
some kind of succubus. Or incubus, in this case. It had taken all of the Witch
Boy’s control not to ravish the boy right then and there. He admitted that he
had loved the show, watching the younger thrust his fingers in and out of his
tight hole, begging for Klarion to fuck him into the bed. Dick shook his head
in protest. He did all that? No…no, Klarion must have drugged him or cast some
kind of spell on him to make him want it. Or maybe it was a trick and Klarion
was screwing with him. Though, the dull ache in his ass and back said
otherwise. Shit, why could he not remember all of this?
Dick bit his lip as Klarion inserted two more fingers into the younger,
stretching him out. He whimpered as Klarion began a steady rhythm, thrusting
his fingers in and out of the other slowly before increasing his pace. He
nearly rolled his eyes as Klarion continued on with his story, telling him that
he had never heard sounds like the ones Dick made last night. It was like a
wild banshee. He then went on to describe how beautiful Dick had looked riding
him last night. He had never known the boy was such a cock slut. Had he known
that, he would have come for the boy a lot sooner. Pun intended, of course. A
yell escaped Dick’s throat as Klarion’s dick replaced his fingers. Jesus, he
was huge! It felt like he was going to be split in half. He felt so full
and…gods, was he liking this? He did not want this!
“Klarion…” Dick mewled, fingers biting into his palms.
Klarion moaned, “Yes, I know. You want my cock. You are just begging for it.”
Dick shook his head, “No…please.” He begged.
"Please what, beloved? Do you want me to fuck you into this bed like I did last
night?" Klarion asked, licking the tears off of Dick's cheek.
Dick screamed as Klarion penetrated him, throwing his head backward into the
pillows. Klarion did not even wait for him to adjust before he started pounding
into him ruthlessly. The Witch Boy told the younger to scream some more, that
he loved the sound of his screaming. Teeth bit into the tender flesh of the
juncture between Dick's shoulder and his neck, pulling a startled noise out of
the younger. Dick's arms moved normally once again, causing him to weakly shove
at the other in an attempt to push him off. Klarion's hands pinned his wrists
down to the bed, claws biting into milky white skin. Dick begged the Witch Boy
to let him go and to leave him alone, earning a laugh from the elder. He told
the sidekick to just let go and enjoy this. To just let him make love to him. A
chain of pleas escaped the Boy Wonder's lips as he felt a pit settle in his
stomach, building into something that was painful and torturously pleasurable.
Judging by the quickened thrusts, Klarion was nearly his climax as well.
"I'm close, Little Bird. Can you feel it rippling through you?"
A choked off sound escaped Dick, biting down on his bottom lip to prevent
anymore sound from leaving his throat. His body began to tremble as his climax
neared closer and closer. A chilled hand released his wrists and reached down
in between their bodies to stroke his length. A mewl left his lips, heart
pounding in his chest as he was brought to the edge. He released a choked off
cry as his orgasm flooded through him, his release coating his belly and chest.
It was not long until he felt a sticky warmth painting his insides as Klarion
came as well. The Witch Boy gave a couple more thrusts to milk his orgasm
before collapsing on top of the other. They laid there in a crumpled heap,
panting and trying to catch their breaths.
A chuckle above him brought the acrobat out of his daze. What did he want now?
A clawed hand pet at his raven locks, telling the younger how perfect he looked
like this. Lying in a sweaty mess, covered in his own release as cum leaked out
of his dripping hole. Dick just rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to cover
his own ears and tell the older to just shut the fuck up.
"Klarion, just...stop. I don't feel comfortable with any of this. I don't like
hearing talk like that either."
Another chuckle, "So shy, Birdie. But you forget, I can talk to you anyway I
please. I own you Dickie. And this," Klarion said, smacking Dick on his
backside, earning a yelp, "cemented my claim over you."
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