Fic: The price paid
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munninTitle: The price paid
Characters: The band, Slade/Dick, Damian
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied dub-con
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alexiel_neesan from her prompt at the AU party - Deathstroke knows who is Dick, so I guess Wilson would show up at some point, somehow, in Dick and Tim's hotel room. Thoughts?
Dick saw him mid-gig, one face in the crowd, dangerous and familiar. It took him all he had not to drop the note as he watched the man disappear back into masses.
As soon as they finished the set, Dick pushed them off the stage.
“What? No encores tonight Grayson?” Jason smirked, taking a swig of his water. “Anyone would think you were eager to get home. Wouldn’t have anything to do with Babybird’s tight jeans?” There’d been plenty of teasing about that before and during the gig.
But Dick looked up at him from where he was rifling though his gear bag, his expression dark. “I need everyone to get out of here. Quickly and quietly. Steph: call Alfred, get him to pack up and move us out of the hotel, find somewhere to lay low. I’ll contact you for a rendezvous later.” He slipped two extendable batons out of his bag, slipped them under his jacket and pushing a knife down the side of his boot.
“Dick?” Tim asked, stepping closer, “What’s going on?”
“I saw Deathstroke in the crowd.” Dick stated bleakly.
“Shit,” Tim grabbed Damian’s shoulder and pushed him towards the exit. “We’ll go out though the roof, come down the fire escape.”
Jason caught Tim’s arm. “No, we don’t. We stay and fight.”
“Wilson knows my name.” Dick growled. “He could put us all in danger.” He stood up, close inside Jay’s personal space. “Jay please? Look after the others for me. If this goes wrong...”
Jason grabbed Dick’s collar, pulling the lead singer into a hot, hard kiss. “Don’t fuck up Grayson.” He growled, pressing his forehead to Dick’s, tucking a tracker under his collar. “If you need us.”
“I will.” Dick pushed him away roughly. “Now go. Get moving.”
He watched them go, deactivating the tracer as soon as they were out of sight.
“Good choice.” Slade growled, coming up behind him to close his hand around the back of Dick’s neck. “Interesting family you have there.”
“Leave them alone.” Dick said quietly, trying to keep his voice steady as Slade pushed him to his knees.
“Oh I won’t think of touch them...” Slade promised darkly as he circled the kneeling singer. “Just so long as you obey.” His fingers grazed the underside of Dick’s jaw, forcing him to look up. “Are you prepared to pay the price for their...anonymity?”
Dick swallowed thickly, feeling like Robin again in that fatal moment years ago when his cockiness cost the Titans dearly. “Yes.”
“Good.” Slade leant in, forcing a bruising kiss to Dick’s lips as he pulled Dick’s knife free and send it hurdling into the darkness, followed by the batons. “Hands behind your back.”
As Slade lowered his fly, Dick closed his eyes and thought of his brothers.
***
It was Damian who found him, in the bathroom of their hastily vacated hotel. He had a hunch Dick would double back to check they’d gotten away clean before calling in a rendezvous. Housekeeping would not have been yet and Alfred wouldn’t have checked them out until they were sure they hadn’t been followed.
Dick was on his knees in the bottom of the shower, breathing hard as the scalding water battered his skin.
“Are you injured?” Damian called, keeping his back to his naked brother.
“D...” Dick whimpered, his voice low and hoarse. “Get out of here.” It wasn’t an order, not in the same way it had been earlier tonight. The urgency in Dick’s voice was that of a wounded animal not a leader.
“I will,” Damian assured, “when I’m satisfied that you’re uninjured.”
A broken sob escaped Dick’s lips and Damian gave up all pretence of propriety, turning off the shower and climb in to check his brother over.
“Damian, don’t.” Dick hissed, holding himself defensively as D knelt over him with a towel.
“Stay still Grayson.” Damian muttered in a tone he hadn’t used since Dick handed back the cowl. He looked the elder man over. Dick’s lips were swollen and blooded, his eyes blown and puffy with tears. The way he held himself, slightly off the tiles made D’s breath catch in his throat. “He violated you.”
“The others can never know.” Dick said quietly, making no effort to deny it.
“Why?” Damian demanded, searching Dick’s hands for signs of a struggle. “Why did you allow this?”
Dick swallowed again, his throat raw and swollen. “He knows my name which means he knows yours, and Jay’s and Tim’s and probably Steph’s too. He could destroy us all.”
“And allowing him to violate you mitigates that risk?” D demanded incredulously, rocking back on his heels.
“He won’t touch you now.” A desperate little laugh bubbled out of Dick’s throat. “He’s a man of his word.” He fell forward, broken and exhausted.
Damian caught him, gently running his fingers though Dick’s hair as he had seen Tim do so many times. “I will kill this man for you.”
“No.” Dick grabbed Damian’s wrist. “If you challenge him he’ll have no reason to keep his word. He will kill you D; he’s one of the few people in the world who can.” Dick took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Get back to the others baby brother. Tell them nothing. I’ll find you in the morning.”
“No.” Damian helped Dick to his feet, wrapping a thick robe around the singer’s battered body. “I will stay with you tonight.” He guided Dick over to the bed, laying him down with infinite care. He pulled two pills from his hidden belt and pressed them into Dick’s hand. “To make you sleep.”
“Promise you won’t go after him.” Dick demanded.
“I will not leave your side this night.” Damian swore, nodding as Dick dropped back the pills.
As he watched the slightly slurred drag of his brother’s drugged sleep, Damian swore to himself that he would find out everything he needed to know about this Slade Wilson and kill him.
Characters: The band, Slade/Dick, Damian
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied dub-con
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: For
alexiel_neesan from her prompt at the AU party - Deathstroke knows who is Dick, so I guess Wilson would show up at some point, somehow, in Dick and Tim's hotel room. Thoughts? Dick saw him mid-gig, one face in the crowd, dangerous and familiar. It took him all he had not to drop the note as he watched the man disappear back into masses.
As soon as they finished the set, Dick pushed them off the stage.
“What? No encores tonight Grayson?” Jason smirked, taking a swig of his water. “Anyone would think you were eager to get home. Wouldn’t have anything to do with Babybird’s tight jeans?” There’d been plenty of teasing about that before and during the gig.
But Dick looked up at him from where he was rifling though his gear bag, his expression dark. “I need everyone to get out of here. Quickly and quietly. Steph: call Alfred, get him to pack up and move us out of the hotel, find somewhere to lay low. I’ll contact you for a rendezvous later.” He slipped two extendable batons out of his bag, slipped them under his jacket and pushing a knife down the side of his boot.
“Dick?” Tim asked, stepping closer, “What’s going on?”
“I saw Deathstroke in the crowd.” Dick stated bleakly.
“Shit,” Tim grabbed Damian’s shoulder and pushed him towards the exit. “We’ll go out though the roof, come down the fire escape.”
Jason caught Tim’s arm. “No, we don’t. We stay and fight.”
“Wilson knows my name.” Dick growled. “He could put us all in danger.” He stood up, close inside Jay’s personal space. “Jay please? Look after the others for me. If this goes wrong...”
Jason grabbed Dick’s collar, pulling the lead singer into a hot, hard kiss. “Don’t fuck up Grayson.” He growled, pressing his forehead to Dick’s, tucking a tracker under his collar. “If you need us.”
“I will.” Dick pushed him away roughly. “Now go. Get moving.”
He watched them go, deactivating the tracer as soon as they were out of sight.
“Good choice.” Slade growled, coming up behind him to close his hand around the back of Dick’s neck. “Interesting family you have there.”
“Leave them alone.” Dick said quietly, trying to keep his voice steady as Slade pushed him to his knees.
“Oh I won’t think of touch them...” Slade promised darkly as he circled the kneeling singer. “Just so long as you obey.” His fingers grazed the underside of Dick’s jaw, forcing him to look up. “Are you prepared to pay the price for their...anonymity?”
Dick swallowed thickly, feeling like Robin again in that fatal moment years ago when his cockiness cost the Titans dearly. “Yes.”
“Good.” Slade leant in, forcing a bruising kiss to Dick’s lips as he pulled Dick’s knife free and send it hurdling into the darkness, followed by the batons. “Hands behind your back.”
As Slade lowered his fly, Dick closed his eyes and thought of his brothers.
***
It was Damian who found him, in the bathroom of their hastily vacated hotel. He had a hunch Dick would double back to check they’d gotten away clean before calling in a rendezvous. Housekeeping would not have been yet and Alfred wouldn’t have checked them out until they were sure they hadn’t been followed.
Dick was on his knees in the bottom of the shower, breathing hard as the scalding water battered his skin.
“Are you injured?” Damian called, keeping his back to his naked brother.
“D...” Dick whimpered, his voice low and hoarse. “Get out of here.” It wasn’t an order, not in the same way it had been earlier tonight. The urgency in Dick’s voice was that of a wounded animal not a leader.
“I will,” Damian assured, “when I’m satisfied that you’re uninjured.”
A broken sob escaped Dick’s lips and Damian gave up all pretence of propriety, turning off the shower and climb in to check his brother over.
“Damian, don’t.” Dick hissed, holding himself defensively as D knelt over him with a towel.
“Stay still Grayson.” Damian muttered in a tone he hadn’t used since Dick handed back the cowl. He looked the elder man over. Dick’s lips were swollen and blooded, his eyes blown and puffy with tears. The way he held himself, slightly off the tiles made D’s breath catch in his throat. “He violated you.”
“The others can never know.” Dick said quietly, making no effort to deny it.
“Why?” Damian demanded, searching Dick’s hands for signs of a struggle. “Why did you allow this?”
Dick swallowed again, his throat raw and swollen. “He knows my name which means he knows yours, and Jay’s and Tim’s and probably Steph’s too. He could destroy us all.”
“And allowing him to violate you mitigates that risk?” D demanded incredulously, rocking back on his heels.
“He won’t touch you now.” A desperate little laugh bubbled out of Dick’s throat. “He’s a man of his word.” He fell forward, broken and exhausted.
Damian caught him, gently running his fingers though Dick’s hair as he had seen Tim do so many times. “I will kill this man for you.”
“No.” Dick grabbed Damian’s wrist. “If you challenge him he’ll have no reason to keep his word. He will kill you D; he’s one of the few people in the world who can.” Dick took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Get back to the others baby brother. Tell them nothing. I’ll find you in the morning.”
“No.” Damian helped Dick to his feet, wrapping a thick robe around the singer’s battered body. “I will stay with you tonight.” He guided Dick over to the bed, laying him down with infinite care. He pulled two pills from his hidden belt and pressed them into Dick’s hand. “To make you sleep.”
“Promise you won’t go after him.” Dick demanded.
“I will not leave your side this night.” Damian swore, nodding as Dick dropped back the pills.
As he watched the slightly slurred drag of his brother’s drugged sleep, Damian swore to himself that he would find out everything he needed to know about this Slade Wilson and kill him.