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14 January 2010 @ 06:06 pm
Fic: Infinity x Volatility, DCU: Slade/Dick
Author: darkhavens
Title: Infinity x Volatility
Fandom: Pairing: DCU: Slade Wilson(Deathstroke)/Dick Grayson(Nightwing)
Rating: NC17
Words: 2500
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo or a grammar glitch, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: **Breathplay, possessiveness, biting, a tattoo as a mark of ownership**
Summary: Dick gets a tattoo. Slade finds out.
Notes: Inspired by ladyk_d_azrael's Tramp Stamp, and written for suki_blue, because she deserves it. Posted today as part of More Joy Day.


Infinity x Volatility

Dick doesn't regret it until it's done and the endorphins are wearing off, leaving him slightly sore, a little itchy and really kinda screwed.

When he gets home, he slaps a waterproof dressing over the thing and tries to pretend it's not there while he relieves the low-grade itching with a lengthy, tepid shower.

Thoroughly soaped and rinsed, he twists under the flow and braces his clenched fists against the back wall of the cubicle at shoulder height, letting the pounding spray drum an uncomfortable refrain on the latex patch he wishes he didn't need.

Too late. Too stupid. Too easy.

Too permanent.

#

A month later, he's almost forgotten it's there. It's not like he thinks about it. It's not like he needs to think about it. He travelled three hundred miles to get it done where nobody knew him, just so he didn't have to answer questions or contemplate why the urge to do this had refused to leave him alone. Refused to let him rest until the buzz and prickle of needles at his nape had stolen his breath away and made him feel absurdly whole.

It's not like he can see it on the back of his own neck, either, and nobody's been spending enough time in his personal space recently to notice it, which, he admits to himself, is at least half the reason he got it done. And yet...

And yet, it's not even all that much of a surprise to hear Slade Wilson's damnably familiar voice coming from the shadows of his bedroom when he finally gets home after a particularly busy night saving maidens and battling drug lords, dodging deviants and slaying dragons.

Slade's quiet words still make him jump. Just a little. And mostly on the inside.

"I heard the strangest little whisper about you the other day, Grayson. Didn't think anything of it at first; nearly skinned the rabid little mouse who tried to sell it to me. But the more I thought about it, the more curious I got. See, I know you, kid. I know you remember the story behind every single bullet wound, every knife scar, every burn on your body. And I know you're just goddamned dumb enough to do something as stupid and reckless as get yourself marked up on purpose with something that could get you killed if it got seen by the wrong people."

Dick resists the urge to lift a hand to the back of his neck, but he feels Slade's gaze track the movement anyway. He sighs and reaches up to peel away his mask.

"I'm tired, Slade. It's been a long day and a longer night, so could you skip the riddles and get to the part where you tell me what the hell you're doing skulking around in the dark in my apartment, in my city, this time?"

He concentrates on keeping his movements loose and relaxed as he saunters towards the black hole that is the doorway to his bedroom. He's pretty sure Slade has drawn the drapes and possibly boarded up the windows too – he's positive it's never been this dark in there before.

There's no way to see where Slade has positioned himself, not even from the threshold of the room, but Dick could probably make an educated guess if he wasn't already aware that knowing where Slade is right now is less than useless when the man can move inhumanly fast and too damn silently.

Instead, he drags a hand through his hair and starts to peel away his suit, piece by piece, tossing them lightly onto the chair beside his chest of drawers. It's dark, he's tired, and Slade... Slade's been lurking in the shadows of his life almost forever, he sometimes thinks.

He's so used to being watched by that solitary eye that it's almost too easy to peel away the Kevlar and the Nomex and Nightwing, layer by layer, until he's standing almost naked in the dark and wondering what comes next.

If he jumps when the door clicks shut quietly behind him, it's only a minor twitch, and only because he's half asleep already and knows – he knows – he's not in any danger from his nocturnal intruder, no matter how many times they've been at odds with each other throughout the years.

"Slade, I-"

"Do you have any idea," Slade whispers directly into Dick's left ear, "how very tempted I am to reach out and take everything you're offering right now? You're too trusting, little bird; I thought I'd taught you better than that." Slade sighs, almost soundless. "Get on the bed."

Fingertips ghost across the base of his spine – an imperious, ephemeral touch that has Dick moving forward before he's even processed the command.

Then he's at the bedside and reaching for sheets that have already been turned back, and that makes him pause, but only for a fraction of a second. He crawls on hands and knees and then drops and rolls, stretching out on his back in the center of the bed.

"Cute, kid. Now flip. I want to take a look at Miss Tabi Katt's handiwork; make sure she hasn't made a mess of what's mine."

And that right there – that casually possessive tone that really should frustrate him and annoy him and make him kick and fight and, oh god, deny, deny, deny and then deny some more – that's the reason he got the damn thing done in the first place.

And Slade knows it. Is amused by it. Dick can hear in the gleeful silences between his words that he's immensely satisfied by it.

The mattress dips as Slade settles his weight on the edge and leans across to plant a hand beside Dick's farthest hip. And then he waits.

Somehow, Dick twists on to his stomach without initiating contact, no matter how much he craves it. He ignores the twisted sheet beneath his belly and thighs; stoically resists the urge to reach down and rearrange his junk. Instead, he curls one arm up, tucks his hand beneath the pillow and rests his forehead on his wrist, his eyes screwed tightly shut. The other hand slides around the back of his neck and then up and over his scalp, pulling his hair away to give Slade a clear, unobstructed view of what he's there to see.

There's a muted snick, and the darker shadows in the room flicker ominously as they're disturbed and dislocated by the penlight in Slade's hand. He aims it straight at the fragile curve of Dick's neck; at the tattoo that's been inked there by a careful hand.

It's a double ouroboros in the form of a figure eight lain on its side; the symbol of infinity, of alchemic volatility. It's two perfectly matched serpents consuming one another, tail-ends first – one coloured in old gold with bold orange flourishes and navy shadows, the other the darkest blue of a moonless night shading into black, with tiny details picked out in palest starlight silver.

Slade traces the looping figure over and over, the fingertip contact impossibly gentle and shiver-inducing as Dick fights to remain unmoved and unmoving.

"I was half expecting to find a bat, or maybe a garishly bright robin."

Dick snorts indelicately into the crook of his elbow and feels Slade's grip on the back of his neck tighten in response to the perceived, threatened insolence.

"But you know damn well I would have tanned your hide and then marched you off to get it covered up or removed if you'd done something that stupid. This..." Slade rests his thumb at the center of the tattoo, where the snakes come together and entwine, belly to belly, before curling off in opposite directions again. He curls his fingers over Dick's right shoulder, fingertips pressing deep into the hollow below the smooth arc of collarbone. "This is... neat. Smart." His thumb traces the figure eight once more. "Deniable, even, except to those who know us best. I can't imagine the Bat will be very impressed to see you wearing my colors so-" Dick can hear the satisfied smirk "-permanently."

The mention of Bruce makes Dick uncomfortable, just as it was meant to, but Slade's grip on the back of his neck, reinforced by the press of his forearm along Dick's spine, leaves him little room to squirm.

"He's not gonna-"

"Don't kid yourself, kid. It's only a matter of time before word gets back and he comes storming in to rescue you from my evil clutches." Slade leans closer and buries his nose in the tangled hair behind Dick's left ear, breathing in the mingled scents of cheap shampoo, honest sweat and sexual arousal. "Do you need rescuing from me, little bird?"

The drag and slide of Slade's tongue around the rim of his ear sends a tremor coursing through Dick's body and he presses up into Slade's unrelenting grip, wordlessly begging for more.

"Is that a no?" Slade shifts his hold on the back of Dick's neck, fingers curling under and around to apply pressure to the front of his throat, making it difficult for Dick to swallow, uncomfortable to breathe. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Dick draws as deep a breath as he can manage through his now constricted throat and holds it a moment before he slowly exhales, letting every drop of tension in his body leech away until he's completely limp and entirely at Slade's mercy. Not that he's trying to kid himself he'd have any hope of escape, not even if every muscle and cell was primed for action, but it might be fun to try one day, see how the scene plays out - though he should probably make a mental note to let Slade know beforehand, unless he's feeling exceedingly masochistic and in dire need of a hard takedown and an even harder fuck.

The pressure on his throat increases incrementally as Dick concentrates on breathing slow and shallow, on remaining loose-limbed and acquiescent. Slade gives one last punishing squeeze and then pulls away, standing to strip himself out of his street clothes before peeling Dick's last remaining garment down his legs and off.

Nudging Dick's legs apart, Slade lowers himself onto the bed between his knees, hands slowly sliding upwards, from improbably slender feet to firm calves to sleek thighs to tautly rounded buttocks.

"Is this really the way you want to play it, kid? You're just going to lie here and take whatever I throw at you, all meek and willing? Is that it?"

Grinning into the mattress, Dick lets a miniscule shrug twitch his shoulders, just enough to be seen but not quite enough for Slade to be able to call him on it.

"I'm tired. I figured I'd let you do all the work. Sit back and enjoy the ride, you know?"

The slap on his ass is hardly unexpected. The hands that grab him by the hips and jerk him up onto his knees are slightly moreso. The click and squelch of opened lube is, frankly, a relief. It's been a few months since-

Dick's thoughts stumble and skip as one slick finger presses up and in, relentless and thick and oh, so very welcome. Nobody's touched him like this in months, not since Slade was last in town on business, dropping by at odd hours of the early, pre-dawn mornings to fuck and run, always leaving him wrung out and supremely sated, as boneless as a newborn kitten.

The finger inside him twists and crooks, sending waves of sensation radiating out, short-circuiting the last of Dick's thought processes and dragging a fractured groan from his lips. His nerve-endings are still firing pleasurably when Slade wedges his thickly muscled thighs in between Dick's own and pushes his way into Dick's body with one powerful, inexorable thrust.

"Jesus, Slade, go easy! It's been a wh-"

"A while, I know. I know exactly how long it's been since anyone dared touch you."

With casual ease, Slade lifts Dick off the bed, pulling him up and back until he's balanced astride Slade's thighs, still impaled on Slade's cock, only supported now by one huge hand in the middle of his chest. The other hand is once more wrapped around his throat, holding his head to one side so Slade can see the tattoo.

Slade rolls his hips and Dick whines. He tries to rearrange his limbs to support at least a fraction more of his weight, with little success, and Slade chuckles, then moves again.

"Enjoying the ride?"

For untold minutes or hours – must be days, Dick thinks groggily at one point – Slade keeps him off-balance, off-center. He manipulates Dick's body like it's a personalised, partially animated fucktoy, and Dick does his best not to show how much it turns him on, but he's pretty damn sure he fails miserably.

When Slade finally lets him come, he's once again face down on the bed amidst the tangled sheets, Slade's cock buried deep in his ass and Slade's teeth at his nape, where he's leaving his own livid mark below – across? – the tattoo.

Dick is barely half-conscious when he feels Slade pull out and stand up, moving noiselessly away from the bed. He rolls his head to one side and tries to watch Slade pull on the jeans and shirts he'd worn this time instead of his usual Deathstroke attire. The room is still dark, but pre-dawn light is slowly filtering in. Dick flaps a hand at Slade's indistinct silhouette.

"Leave the money on the dresser before you go, 'k?"

It's a weak joke, but it's the best Dick can come up with while he's this wiped out. He's not expecting Slade to laugh, or to return to bed, but the man surprises him, sliding back in and depositing something on the bedside table before hauling Dick's limp frame in close and draping one powerful leg across his hips and one heavy arm across his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he purrs into the back of Dick's neck, lips brushing the intertwined serpents. "We have plans to make, you and I; places to go and things to do. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Slade's muffled whispers filter slowly into Dick's sleep-clouded brain, but he's too sated, too exhausted to comprehend their meaning. When he wakes, he'll recognise the faintest edges of what he's set in motion.

He'll spend a lifetime wondering if he practiced the monster of all self-deceptions when he talked himself into getting inked. He'll wonder why that particular design was so clear and sharp and focussed in his head when he woke up one day. He'll never know for sure.

And, in the grand scheme of things, a lifetime's just a fleeting speck in the eye of eternity. Once it's over and forgotten, he still has plans to make and places to go and things to do. With Slade. Always with Slade.


findyourwords 2010:


 
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darkhavens: dcu slade I can wait [literati]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 06:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D
tabaquitabaqui on January 14th, 2010 06:45 pm (UTC)
Ooooooooooh.....
*shiver*

I like. :)
darkhavens: dcu sd obsessed [literati]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 06:50 pm (UTC)
Thankee!

I've been poking at this since before Christmas but first the sex wouldn't flow and then I couldn't figure out how to end it. *rolls eyes*

You might have noticed the name of the tattoo artist is somewhat familiar, in a bastardized, smushed up kinda way. ;)
who said what now? - tabaqui on January 14th, 2010 06:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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darkhavens: dcu sd apprentice [darkhavens]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 07:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D

The idea for a tattoo fic had been floating around in my head for a while, but your drabble acted as a catalyst, crystalizing the vague fuzzies into actual substance. I could see the tat so clearly!

The sex... took a while longer and only really started flowing late last night when I was just about to go to bed. (Ain't that always the way? *g*)

I love the idea of Slade 'mentoring' Dick, so something along those lines will, no doubt, turn up eventually, but there's definitely more Bat/Wally on the way, it's just a matter of deciding which one to attack first. :P

(Oh, god! I have resisted the lure of figures for so long, but I fear DC will see an end to that. I want a Bat and a Wally, and a Nightwing and a Deathstroke! *flails*)
Goes "Ding" When There's Stuff: DC Deathstroke Swordsuki_blue on January 14th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)
*whimper* You always get these two so right. LOVED the sex, the way Slade kept him off-balance. I could really visualise that.

Instead, he drags a hand through his hair and starts to peel away his suit, piece by piece, tossing them lightly onto the chair beside his chest of drawers. It's dark, he's tired, and Slade... Slade's been lurking in the shadows of his life almost forever, he sometimes thinks.

Again, very big with the visuals and also that was the point my mouth went all dry and the whimpering began.

LOVELOVELOVLOVELOVE and thank you so much for writing it. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Edited at 2010-01-14 07:32 pm (UTC)
darkhavens: dcu deathstroke doorway [literati]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 08:01 pm (UTC)
YAY! And thank you!

I think Slade has very sneakily got Dick subliminally programmed to strip when he finds Slade in his bedroom. Hee!

I nearly went a much darker route with this, having Slade make a phonecall after the sex, once Dick was asleep, to tell an unknown third party that their combination of spellwork and tattoo worked perfectly and had Dick believing it was all his own choice. (And then Slade would have hung up and made a mental note to kill the unknown third party to prevent the truth getting out.)

*GLEE*
who said what now? - coldfiredragon on January 14th, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on January 15th, 2010 01:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
hyperactivator on January 14th, 2010 07:50 pm (UTC)
impressive and stimulateing.
darkhavens: dcu slade profile [literati]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 08:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :D
Jordan Herbert: SladeRobin crack anyone?aloneindarknes7 on January 14th, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)
Wow. That was so intense and very hot! Also, I love the tatt design. Very creative and fitting for Dick.
darkhavens: dcu sd apprentice [darkhavens]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 10:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I love the intensity between these two chars. It never seems to fade. :D
LadybBlkRose: Nightwingladyblkrose on January 14th, 2010 09:27 pm (UTC)
This was so dark and nasty and I really liked it Slade/Dick is new to me but i am becoming a fan. A really dark and Batty side of me wants to see a showdown between Bruce and Slade over Dick. And it wouldn't interfere w/ Bruce/Wally cause Prince's world over have always had harems. Isn't that what all the Robins are anyway?????
darkhavens: dcu ns on his knees [literati]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 10:17 pm (UTC)
LOL! A Batman-Deathstroke showdown would be a wondrous thing to watch. *g*

Thanks!
outsideth3box: Love hurtsoutsideth3box on January 14th, 2010 09:57 pm (UTC)
You make me read fandoms I don't even follow, because I love your style so much.

This is gorgeous, truly.
darkhavens: dcu ns over under blade [literati]darkhavens on January 14th, 2010 10:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darlin'! I'm flattered that you'll follow me into strange waters for my words. *g*
coldfiredragon: Dick/Sladecoldfiredragon on January 14th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)
Let me start off my saying that I ADORE THE WAY YOU WRITE Slade/Dick! and finish by saying that I might rant a little over the course of this review so please excuse it.

Your fic is refreshing. There is no better way for me to express my opinion of this story then by saying those words This is the way this pairing SHOULD be written.

This was an absolutely wonderful read. There were, at one point, several really good writers of this pairing and so many of them have tapered off, or dropped out of the fandom or just... lost touch for the pairing. YOU are clearly not one of them.

This is so them. It's the way I like to read them. It's dark but not so dark that it becomes absurd, Dick is submissive but in the way that he's supposed to be. He's not the dopey eyed sex kitten that he is in so much of the fic I've read of late. This is most likely because your fic is clearly related to the comic and not the Cartoon Network 'Teen Titans' show. I used to like said show but it's done absolutely nothing good for this pairing at all.

Instead, he drags a hand through his hair and starts to peel away his suit, piece by piece, tossing them lightly onto the chair beside his chest of drawers. It's dark, he's tired, and Slade... Slade's been lurking in the shadows of his life almost forever, he sometimes thinks.

He's so used to being watched by that solitary eye that it's almost too easy to peel away the Kevlar and the Nomex and Nightwing, layer by layer, until he's standing almost naked in the dark and wondering what comes next.


These two paragraphs are my favorite out of the whole piece. I've always had an intense love of stripping away Dick's layers. He's such a multi-dimensional character and Slade is one of the few people who can strip away the bright energetic hero and touch the deepest darkest levels of Dick's soul. You did a wonderful job of showing just how comfortable Dick is in Slade's presence, even if he shouldn't be.

It's a double ouroboros in the form of a figure eight lain on its side; the symbol of infinity, of alchemic volatility. It's two perfectly matched serpents consuming one another, tail-ends first – one coloured in old gold with bold orange flourishes and navy shadows, the other the darkest blue of a moonless night shading into black, with tiny details picked out in palest starlight silver.

The tattoo is beautiful. I have a clear picture of it in my head and I LOVE the idea of it permanetely inked into Dick's skin. Actually I just love the idea of Dick being marked. I did a fic a couple years back that involved this pairing and a tattoo though I used a broadsword inked along Dick's inner thigh.

Is it horrible of me to want to see Bruce reaction when he finds out? *gives you big, big puppy dog eyes in hopes of seeing such.*

I'm looking forward to more of this pairing from you. I hope it comes soon!
darkhavens: dcu ns over-under [literati]darkhavens on January 15th, 2010 01:31 am (UTC)
Let me start off my saying that I ADORE THE WAY YOU WRITE Slade/Dick!

Thank you! :D

and finish by saying that I might rant a little over the course of this review so please excuse it.

Not a problem. *reads on*

I'm pretty new to this pairing, and my involvement at all is due to suki_blue. She lured me in with her own Slade/Dick WiP and I had no idea who Deathstroke was so I hit Wiki and fell in love. He's so many glorious shades of grey (except when being written by idiots, and I don't just mean in fanfic). I'm slowly reading my way through Nightwing and have a huge amount of Deathstroke to dig through too, so I'm sure there will be more comic inspired fics to come.

I've read as much S/D (NightStroke, *g*) fic as I've been able to find, both here and at ffnet (*shudders in remembrance*), but there's not much, and, yeah, what there is isn't always to my tastes.

I did, however, read your sword tattoo fic and enjoyed it immensely. I apologise for not leaving a comment (unless I did... *g*), but my commentbrain was out of action for most of last year. Very annoying.

Dick and Slade both have layers and backstory and issues galore, and that makes them lots of fun to write. I wish more people did.

The tattoo was right there in my head (just like in Dick's) the moment I had the idea, but finding the words to describe it took forever. Finding out that a double ouroboros stands for volatility in alchemy was the icing on the cake. Just perfect!

I'm trying to imagine Bruce's reaction. It's not pretty. *g*

Thank you for a very thoughtful and detailed review. And thanks for friending me!
who said what now? - coldfiredragon on January 15th, 2010 01:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on January 18th, 2010 07:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - coldfiredragon on January 18th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on January 19th, 2010 02:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: sm; pants [me]literati on January 15th, 2010 01:17 am (UTC)
Oh, I love this. So bloody hard. ♥

I'm just a little bit of a flaily mess. The tattoo is awesome and something I've always loved. The colouring sounds divine! Overall, brilliant.

Just so you know, I will hound you for all eternity until I get a sequel to this. You know what I'm like. You may as well agree now and save yourself the headache. *g*

Edited at 2010-01-15 01:18 am (UTC)
darkhavens: dcu ns face to face [literati]darkhavens on January 15th, 2010 02:12 am (UTC)
Yay! Gotcha hooked now. :P

Sequel is... simmering on a back burner. I have to feel out Bruce's reactions, and Slade's counter-reactions, and Dick's reactions to all of the above. LOL! And then there's Dick's incipient, inevitable attempt at rebellion and/or escape. :D

*smooches you*

who said what now? - peppymint1986 on February 22nd, 2010 07:29 pm (UTC) (Expand)
C: Dick - quietchanging_leads on January 15th, 2010 01:30 am (UTC)
I can't think straight, nevermind write a comprehensible review. I think I'm totally in subspace after just reading that. GUH. I can't even actually express how much I enjoyed that, just that it pushed so many of my buttons that I totally emphasize with the way Dick feels after Slade's through with him. Brilliant, fucking brilliant, and so fucking hot.
darkhavens: dcu deathstroke doorway [literati]darkhavens on January 15th, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
I'm always very happy to hear I've pushed someone's buttons; it means I'm doing something right. *g*

Thanks for the fb, and thanks for friending me!
greyandgoldgreyandgold on January 16th, 2010 09:27 am (UTC)
Cool! Tattoo Porn!

Its lovely :D
darkhavens: batflash wally + tentacles [literati]darkhavens on January 17th, 2010 10:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :D
kassandra91 on January 17th, 2010 07:57 pm (UTC)
A wonderful story,but it screams sequel *puppy eyes*
For example you could the heros make fight someone shoted posion darts.
Everything is alright or whatever don't care^^
The point
Nghtwing reveals his whole upper body showing the tatoo as well as some bitemarks and bruises from the night before

I would love to read it,or have your permission to use the idea for an one-Shot,you would beta-read wouldn't you?
darkhavens: dcu sd obsessed [literati]darkhavens on January 17th, 2010 10:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the fb. I am already working on a sequel, and have ideas for taking it further, so I want to keep this idea all to myself for now.

Nightwing shirtless is always a good idea though. *g*
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darkhavens: batman silhouette [literati]darkhavens on January 19th, 2010 01:36 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D
realpestilencerealpestilence on November 14th, 2010 02:31 am (UTC)
I love this. :D


I like the subtlety of it, the slow, almost unconscious surrender on Dick's part; and the snatch-grab-KEEP! on Slade's. I like-and prefer-that it was willing, on Dick's side; and that Slade damn well appreciates what he's gained.

I don't think Batman would take it very well, no. Not losing Dick to anyone else, and not to it being Slade.

Too bad! :D
darkhavens: dcu ns over-under [literati]darkhavens on November 14th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Slade would certainly appreciate Dick pledging himself like that, even if Dick doesn't really understand that that's what he's done. Yet.

Bruce... Yeah, that can't end well. I foresee violence and threats and snide comments on both sides. Fun times! :D

Edited at 2010-11-14 04:02 am (UTC)