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To Conciliate a Tiger by Rubynye

Dick makes a deal. Slade gets a bargain.

E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Deathstroke/Nightwing, Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson

A Darker Stripe by Rubynye

It's been a long day, and it won't be over anytime soon.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Deathstroke/Nightwing, Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson

Twist in the Tail by Rubynye

Hell hath no fury like a supervillain scorned.

E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Deathstroke/Nightwing, Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson

Big, Bad by MissNaya

In order to keep Deathstroke from killing his current target, Dick has to agree to do something a little unorthodox.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Caught in Between by MissNaya

Dick, Jason, and Slade go cross-country in pursuit of a criminal they all have their sights set on. When Slade and Jason start to spend too much time together, Dick gets... frustrated.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Moonbound by MissNaya

Not only is Jason a werewolf, but Slade is, too. Dick wants answers, but in order to get them, he needs to stay the night with the pack. It doesn't take long for him to find out that there's more to being a werewolf than hunting and howling.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Merrier the More by MissNaya

Jason and Dick have a problem: Jason wants to teach Dick to come through prostate stimulation alone, but nothing they try seems to work.

Seems like it's time to bring in a third party.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

bad desire by cheju

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Slade murmurs back absentmindedly, still focused on the knots at Grayson’s wrist.

Grayson makes another one of those sounds, somewhere between a gasp and a cough, like he’s trying to simultaneously swallow and eject something stuck in the back of his throat. “Jesus, kid, what the fuck is it this time?” Slade says.

“Yes,” Grayson chokes out. “What the fuck it is is yes, I’d like that, and stop asking me questions.”

Dick gets truth serum’d. Slade does not, in fact, stop asking him questions.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

a knife, baby, edgy and dull by cheju

Slade’s presence should be unsettling, and it is – don’t get him wrong. But it’s also finally something happening, a chance for Dick to work off some of this tension. He’d be lying if he said a part of him wasn’t itching for the fight he knows is coming.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

down together by cheju

I can help you, says Dick. I won’t let you, says Slade. Then they fuck nasty about it.

An alternate ending to Slade's attack on Titans Tower in Dark Crisis #2.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

listen to teeth by cheju

It usually goes like this: Slade teasing him, Dick responding in kind, until one of them backs down from the ledge they always seem to be teetering on. But today Dick is so not in the mood to be teased, still a bit prickly from his mission’s failure. Still trying not to think about how many bodies must be outside this room.

Dick's failing his mission, can't get out of his handcuffs, and guess who walks in the door. Just fucking guess.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

diesis by cheju

Dosed with Poison Ivy's pollen, Jason is losing control fast. Dick takes him to the closest safehouse he knows of and prays its owner won't show up. (His prayers go unanswered.)

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

the paper-thin line by wingdingery

After Dick interferes with Slade’s job in Gotham (which, to be fair, he’d only done because Slade interfered with his first), he decides the best way to prevent future retaliation is to strike a deal: if Slade agrees to leave Gotham alone, then Dick will stay with him alone for one night, and no matter what Slade does, he won’t run.

Though that doesn’t mean Dick is going to go down without a fight.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

in the night we burn by wingdingery

Slade knows there’s no way in hell that someone like him should ever even dream about touching someone like Richard Grayson, and running into an alternate dimension version of them that’s for some godforsaken reason a couple isn’t going to change his mind.

Unfortunately, it seems like it might be changing Grayson’s.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson/Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson/Slade Wilson

no stopping ('til I break every rule) by wednesday

Dick can hear Deathstroke lazily walking down the line of handcuffed, terrified hostages trying to shuffle back even closer to the wall. He already knows where this is going.

There’s not enough time to decide which would look less suspicious—looking up or not. Slade grabs Dick’s hair and pulls him up, leaving him no choice but to move forward until he’s kneeling at Slade’s feet. He can hear shuddery sighs of relief from the other hostages and can’t blame them.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

take the offer that wasn't made by wednesday

“That’s not what my contract is about.” Slade sounds out of breath, but not angry; if anything, he sounds smug. Dick’s thoughts screech to an unexpected halt. The arm around his neck tightens, making him lightheaded.

And for the first time since Dick found out Deathstroke had taken a contract in his city, Dick feels real panic, like white noise spreading through his veins. There’s a sting right above the collar of his costume, and Dick spends the last ten seconds before the tranquilizer knocks him out drowning in waves of fresh fear.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

put a gun in my hand by wednesday

“Uh oh,” Nightwing says when he looks up and sees Slade. He freezes, halfway to pushing himself up off the now unconscious guard. “Oops?”

Slade growls at him and wishes he didn’t have his mask on so Grayson could see exactly how close to murdering him Slade feels. Except not, because his mask is covered in splashes of the drugs that were supposed to be his paycheck and are now a collection of broken glass and violently luminescent slush.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

in every end (we start) by wednesday

At first, when he gets dragged downstairs and towards a metal door that screams cell, he’s relieved. They’ll leave him alone and he’ll be out in no time. Easy.

Then the badly suppressed fear and nervousness of the alpha guard a few feet away from the door registers. Followed by the impressive blood splatters on the floor and walls.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

this vice, this temptation by wednesday

Dick gets drugged during a party and finds a solution that might be his worst idea yet. But really, staying in the company of Deathstroke should work wonders at keeping everyone else away.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

counting all the lines (all your sweet lies) by wednesday

“Slade!” Dick exclaims cheerfully, and feels his own grin widen at the choking noise behind him. He sashays right to Slade’s table. “Fancy meeting you here!”

“You do not want to do that,” Slade says quietly enough that only Dick can hear him. He looks amused, though, and a quick look at the table makes it clear he’s eating alone. Perfect.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

can't help but be wrong in the night by wednesday

“Richard,” says a familiar voice to the accompanying tune of irregular gunshots. The shock of hearing this particular unexpected voice makes Dick overbalance and roll off the cushions and right onto the floor.

A burst of what sounds like machine gun fire brings him back to the real issue.

“Slade?” he asks, feeling a completely reasonable amount of apprehension settle in his gut. It can’t be anyone else, but Slade Wilson calling him doesn’t seem very plausible. The background noise is a cause for concern as well, but not more than the call itself.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Interlude by wednesday

On one hand, Slade has done his part as agreed, and owes Grayson nothing. On the other hand, Nightwing’s been less annoying than usual, and gracefully agreed to not involve the Bat, who would have snarled and bitched about Slade anywhere near his territory and fucked with his contract on principle, so Slade is feeling charitable.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Play-acting by wednesday

Dick being undercover as omega goes a lot further than planned.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

placed a gamble by wednesday

It’s clear the kid realizes he’s made a mistake the moment the cuff clicks closed on Slade’s wrist. Cuffing them together is inventive, Slade will give him that, but there’s a reason no one else has tried restraining him in this particular way.

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Deathstroke and Nightwing, handcuffed together in a snow storm.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Break the Fall by wednesday

Getting rescued does not make Dick's situation better, not at first.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

for every mistake by wednesday

His first mistake, and Dick should absolutely have known it would end up being a mistake the moment he thought of doing it, is inviting himself back to Slade’s safehouse.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

shimmer silent by wednesday

Slade doesn’t stop at just crowding. He invades Dick’s space until there’s no air left between them. Until he’s pressed against Dick, tightly, shoulder to thigh. And kisses Dick.

Well, kiss isn’t an adequate description of the mess of violence, lust and tongue that happens. And biting. There’s biting going on, and that’s what kind of shocks Dick back into action. He bites back and pushes Slade away. What the hell?

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

still counting on my worst behavior by wednesday

Two steps from the door he freezes. There’s a feeling of being watched that he’s too well trained to miss. He puts on his friendliest smile and turns around.

“Looking for something, kid?”

Deathstroke in full armor, just the mask missing, is standing across the room, hands crossed and looking at Dick.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

ain't lived if you've got no regrets by wednesday

Around the time he’s trying to decide if some friendly chatting would make his chances of escape better or much worse, something smashes through the roof of the warehouse.

Someone, he realizes just a moment later. Before that someone even hits the ground, Dick recognizes him and regrets the lack of a panic button an order of magnitude harder. Because he can definitely feel some panic right about when Deathstroke starts shooting while still airborne.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Sabotage by wednesday

Too exhausted to fight, Dick discovers there is another way to distract Deathstroke from his contract. He really should have stopped after the first time.

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Five times Dick uses unconventional sabotage methods and one time he doesn't.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

turn up the cards by wednesday

Dick smiles at the frazzled-looking girl by the register, most likely unused to the influx of customers that keep coming in and not leaving. He’s about to order, when he notices the one table that only has a single customer sitting at it. There’s a buffer of space around him, like everyone can feel some kind of aura of danger surrounding him and are choosing to keep their distance from him, from—a man with white hair.

Goddamn.

The warm cozy holiday-like feeling Dick was getting into evaporates.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

my lucky stars by withthekeyisking

Dick ruins one of Deathstroke's contracts, costing the mercenary half a million dollars. And Slade is damn sick and tired of Nightwing always getting in his way. Seems it's time to teach the little bird a lesson that might actually stick.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

The Irony of Life by withthekeyisking

Dick starts working at the strip club because of a case; he doesn't expect to run into Deathstroke the Terminator of all people while working.

Slade just wants to do his damn job; he's not expecting the perk that comes with it.

E | Underage | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

More Than What You Paid For by withthekeyisking

Slade only wanted to scratch an itch after a very long and grueling job. He didn't expect to have to face an assassination attempt from a prostitute.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Easily Worth by withthekeyisking

Dick is desperate to rescue his brother.

Slade is...an option.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Close Encounters by withthekeyisking

Running into Deathstroke at a BDSM was not the plan, but it seems to have an upside.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Guys My Age by withthekeyisking

Dick enjoys his frenemies with benefits arrangement with Midnighter. He enjoys the same such arrangement with Slade. He never thought it would be possible to mix the two, but it seems they're full of surprises.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Midnighter/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Midnighter

A Little Touch of Skill by withthekeyisking

When Dick and Slade run into Rick Flag while working on a joint mission, Dick sees no problem with teaming up with the man, considering they're all going after the same target. He should've accounted for Slade's possessiveness, though.

Or maybe he should've just relied on Slade's competency kink smoothing everything over.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Rick Flag/Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Rick Flag/Dick Grayson, Rick Flag/Slade Wilson

Eyes on You by withthekeyisking

Dick is counting the seconds until this mission is over and he can get the hell away from Deathstroke and Talia al Ghul, and all the danger and weird flirting therein.

The hotel they stay in the last night of their mission only has one bed, but that won't have any impact on the situation, right?

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Talia al Ghul/Slade Wilson, Talia al Ghul/Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

A Memorable Send-Off by Skalidra

The first that Dick hears of the contract out on Nightwing's head, it's at the end of a long night, and with Slade's gun in his face. Slade doesn't have any intention of letting someone else claim the reward, but there's still a chance for Dick to make it out of the whole situation. If he can be... distracting enough.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Scripted Negotiations by Skalidra

The film was only ever supposed to be a one time thing, for Dick. An exorcism of one of his darkest teenage fantasies, played out in a relatively risk-free setting to get it out of his system, so he can put it behind him. Nothing was ever actually going to happen with the real Deathstroke, and no one else would ever find out about it. Problem solved.

Until he gets an offer to film a sequel.

(Slade's not expecting to find the real Nightwing starring in some C-grade porn flick, but when an opportunity drops itself in his lap like that, well... How can he not take advantage?)

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Taking Charge by firefright, Skalidra

Jason has a strict policy when it comes to his clients: no surprises. But there's one, Slade Wilson, who always seems to delight in pushing his boundaries. Never more so than when, on what should be an ordinary appointment, he brings along his partner, Dick Grayson, without calling ahead. One alpha at a time Jason can handle, but two? That might take a little more work.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Accidental Discovery by firefright, Skalidra

“Jason,” Dick says slowly, a little dazed as he straightens back up from retrieving Jason’s phone after accidentally knocking it down onto the carpeted floor of his safehouse, “Why do you have Slade Wilson’s number saved on your phone under the name ‘Daddy’?”

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Takedown by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

Deathstroke's heavy armor digs painfully into the sore muscles of Dick's back, flattening him against the bricks. Caught, literally, between rocks and a hard place.

Under Dick's ribs, his heart beats a frantic song of fear and exertion.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

he who thinks he knows no fear by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

That dizzying sensation that feels a little like stepping up onto a platform to take a leap without a net underneath isn't quite fear, and Dick likes the thrill too much not to chase it.

Four times when Dick isn't afraid - even though he should be - and one time he is.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Mutually Beneficial by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

"Slade? What the—"

"Quiet," he orders, not bothering with an explanation.

He clamps his hand around the back of Grayson's neck and gives it a rough squeeze in warning. Under his thumb, he can feel the kid's pulse jump, fast and erratic like a bird.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

A Very Good Bad Thing by Disniq

"Dick should… He should go. He should—

But… that’s Slade. Wilson. And Dick… Dick can’t leave Jason alone with Deathstroke the fucking Terminator.

Pressing back into the shadows, Dick reassures himself that he’s just making sure his brother is safe.

That’s all."

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Warm Me Up In A Nova's Glow by Disniq

Initially, Jason had thought having Nightwing tag along with Red Hood and Deathstroke would put a damper on what is usually an unrestrained riot of a time, but it turned out he was worrying over nothing.

And Jason has never been happier to be wrong.

For DickJay Week 2023 - Day 1 prompt: Praise Kink

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

“What more do you want?” Dick croaks. His eyes look even shinier than they were just a moment ago as he gazes up at Slade, but it could be a trick of the light.

Open up and swallow on your knees by Naphorism

“It’s just business, kid.” Slade shrugs, brushing his fingers through Dick’s hair with surprising gentleness. “A deal’s a deal. You give me something, I give you something.”

“What are you willing to give?” Slade counters with a smirk, the camera behind Dick catching the mean glint in his eye in perfect resolution.

“Anything.”

E | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

E | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

The thing that keeps you up at night by Naphorism

When Dick falls asleep, Robin dreams.

For the SladeRobin Week prompt Same Dynamic Omegaverse.

Slip ‘n’ Slide by Nightwang

“The first thing Slade noticed was that his safehouse had been broken into. The second was the smell - rich caramel and underneath something a little spicier that he couldn’t quite identify. Omega. An in heat omega.”

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

For the SladeRobin Weekend prompt Omegaverse

Ready or Knot by Nightwang

"Dick wasn’t quite sure how he’d ended up here, in a safe house on the edge of Bludhaven with Slade Wilson pressing him up against the wall, but he wasn’t complaining."

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

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pekejscatbed · 2 months

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Lazy Day | Slade Wilson x gn! Reader

DAD BOD SLADE SUPREMACY HE IS A DILF HE IS DADDY SO WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS TUMMY GIVE MY FAVORITE OLD MAN THE BIG ASS STOMACH HE DESERVES YOU COWARDS- *cough cough* sorry guys, idk where that came from :/

info/warnings: gender neutral reader, soft Slade, cuddles, reminiscing, domestic fluff, weight gain, Slade has a dad bod and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands

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You lay in bed together, Slade sitting up against the pillows in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else, and you partially on top of him, face buried in his naked stomach as he gently runs his fingers through your hair.

Slade has gained weight since the two of you met, with you cooking for him on his days away from the mercenary life and keeping him well fed. His stomach is bigger now after the couple of years you've been together, now rounder than when the two of you went on your first date and hanging down over his hip line. He's still strong, muscles still as big as they were years ago- bigger, even- but now they're covered in layers of fat that you absolutely adore; you love the weight he's gained, love the way his arms are now squishy when you hold onto him in public, love watching the small jiggle to his thighs when he walks around the house in nothing but his boxers, love burying your face into his growing tummy on lazy days like today, like you are now.

"Hm?" You tilt your head up as you exit your mind, thoughts dissipating as you look up at Slade in question.

"Asked what you're thinking about, sweetheart." His voice is soft as he repeats himself, looking down at you and smiling when your eyes meet his one green eye.

You smile back, humming softly. "You."

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ao3sbatfamily · 3 months

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'A Gentlekid Thief' by Blazonix

Author: @blazonix

The costume’s voice modulator hides Tim’s young, squeaky voice, but there’s not much that can be done about his small figure. The moment Batman finds him wandering around the rooftops with stolen diamond bracelets on his wrists, he figures the jig is up.

“I’m actually twelve and being coerced by my babysitter. Go easy on me?” He immediately throws his hands up in surrender.

Ironically, this is what convinces Batman that he’s just a small adult trying to weasel out of the consequences. Tim jumps and barely dodges the bolas aimed at his ankles.

“Who are you?” Batman growls at him.

“Never picked out a name,” he says, already diving off the building.

Tim’s grapple hook keeps him from becoming a pancake. He’s automatically moving, swinging his legs as he’s been taught without even thinking about it. Behind him, Batman gives chase, and Tim’s brain is going in overdrive to figure out how to lose him.

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damian-navarro-art · 20 days

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SLADE: A Deathstroke Fancomic #3

Part III (end)

And here it is guys… the last part, this project really meant a lot to me in my life and i really hope one day to be able to tell more stories like these of the Wilson Family, if someone would pay me right now i would be doing Rose’s story in a heartbeat which I have already written, but in any case, thank you for reading these stories and i know they are not the Batfamily but there is really so much potential and interesting stories about Slade with his sons, with his wife, his good old days, his mercenary missions, slices of life in the criminal world, the deep violent action missions… i.. it’s just so much… that i really wish i could tell or help someone to tell them someday. Thank you.

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colorfulstarlight27 · 3 months

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rynowolf · 6 months

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love this story

-after Damian and Slade escaped

-Jon fue a la Baticueva para contar lo sucedido.

Jon to the Batfamily: I have good and bad news

"Not now Jonathan" (someone is not in a good mood)

Jon: I found Damian!!

"we also"

Jon: he's with Deathstroke!!

"we know"

Jon: how!!?

"we received an interesting message"

-That was the moment Jon realized that the entire Batfamily was gathered together watching the Batcomputer.

The batcomputer:...

as someone once said

Slade existe para arruinar el día de todos y los mejores planes.

#dc fanart #robin #damian wayne #damian al ghul #meme #redraw #slade wilson #deathstroke #Batman #jon kent #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #batfamily #Dc #fanfic

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fanfictionadvocate · 11 days

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Unspoken Truths by A_Concerned_Citizen

Summery:

“They tried getting Superman in here earlier. Went down like a lead balloon.”

It's a painful endeavour, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible when Dick wants to smile, “That was always a doomed attempt.”

Slade has no such issues, a snort of amusement coming easily from him, “Well it's a good thing they finally realized you needed to be the one talking to me.”

AKA Slade has information the League needs, Dick goes to interrogate him and ends up revealing the fact that he and Slade are friends.

Fandom: DCU; Nightwing (Comics); Batman - All Media Types

Relationship/-s: Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson

Characters: Dick Grayson; Slade Wilson; Clark Kent; Bruce Wayne; Justice League (mentioned)

Tags: this is intended as platonic but tbh you could probably read it romantically if you really wanted; Humor; Banter; Inside jokes; Nicknames; The Justice League Is Very Confused; Competent Dick Grayson; Dick is that one friend who randomly drops major life lore that you had no idea about; and in this case the lore is that hes friends with the worlds deadliest mercenary; it happens yk?; Friendship; Enemies to Friends; Dick Grayson-centric; Dick Grayson is Nightwing; Slade Wilson-centric; Slade Wilson is Deathstroke; Slade Wilson is a bit of an asshole; but he's not like; completely morally bankrupt; The premise for this fic is that; Dick and Slade are friends and the League doesn't know; But then Slade gets captured; For plot reasons ig; and will only talk to Dick; and then their friendship is revealed

Rating: General and up

Status: Finished

Words: 7.315

#dc comics #nightwing #deathstroke #slade wilson #dick grayson #fanfiction reccomendations #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3

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greeeengoblin · 1 month

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Fem!Jason Todd Wayne & Slade Wilson

3 months, 8 days, 2 hours, 46 minutes, 33 seconds, and it's all as fresh in her mind as if it were yesterday. Day by day, she count, counting since that dreadful day, because if she don't count, she will forget, and if she forget, she will soften and return to the man who chose the Joker over her. Actually, it has nothing to do with softening—how cliché? She just wants that. To go back.

Jayna (Jason Genderbend), always wanting something; to be Catherine's real mother, for her real mother not to sell her to the Joker, for Talia not to exploit her, for Richard to truly love her, for Bruce not to turn her into a damned public service announcement of a good soldier, and despite all that, for Slade Wilson to be able to treat her like a father.

Slade had a different mission. He didn't save Jayna from getting a batarang on her neck that day for nothing. She was familiar with Slade's previous relationship with Terra, having tricked, used and raped the girl when she was not even 18 years old. Slade had an interest in girls younger than him, and Jayna was only 17 years old. The bad thing was not that she knew these things, but that she went to Deathstroke even though she knew them.

She was blind. Yes, she was literally blind. She was blind to love and didn't want to let it go, even if the person he found it with was a fucking pervert. Because she wanted to feel like a human being around someone..Yes, even if she remained a sex toy in Slade's eyes, she wouldn't say no to that. Maybe Slade would even be the only person who would truly love her..Jayna was only 17 years old, but she was a very skinny girl with small breasts and small hips, moreover, she had never worn make-up in her life and her skin was full of acne because she stood in a helmet for hours. Ah! ..She wasn't even talking about his oily bangs and white parts. Her face was completely different from that of a teenager or a child. Nobody want her.

So, did she still want to go? Did she have anywhere to go? Did she want to die, did she want to kill people, did she want to turn to Bruce right now and beg him to take her with him? No. She made up her mind, she was going to let Slade manipulate her.

Let's see how the BatFamily reacts to this? Bruce, in particular, is not very happy with his daughter's psychology.

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bitter-hibiscus · 23 days

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics), Batman: The Cult

Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Slade Wilson, Rena & Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Slade Wilson, Rena No Last Name Given, Shane No Last Name Given, mentioned Alfred pennyworth - Character

Additional Tags: Jason Todd is Robin, Whump, Hurt No Comfort, or well. very little comfort, Cults, Codependency, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Slade Wilson Being an Asshole, Scars, Broken Bones, Daddy Issues, Mommy Issues, Underage Drinking, (only for one scene and not REALLY described), Shane Also Being an Asshole, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, <- Blackfire Cult, non-sexual nudity, Non-Sexual Touching, 5+1 Things, Beta Read For Once, Batman: The Cult (Comic)

Language: English

#ramble ramble ramble #my writing #dc comics #jason todd #batman #red hood #bruce wayne #fanfic #batfam #slade wilson #deathstroke #father's son

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ao3statistics · 3 months

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This is self-made. Date of creation: 27.01.2024

For all the Slade fans out there!

One reason (apart from their history together) why the numbers for Slade/Dick are so high is because the tag Slade/Robin was made a meta tag for Slade/Dick by Ao3, meaning that all stories with the tag Slade/Robin get sorted into the Slade/Dick category automatically, no matter which Robin is meant... Of course it Slade/Robin does in fact mean Slade/Dick most times but still.

Additional information: Adeline Kane Wilson is Slade's ex-wife and mother of his two sons (who both died, fun times).

William Randolph Wintergreen is Slade's oldest friend from the army and also his butler at some point (correct me if I'm wrong please).

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to Slade Wilson/Deathstroke.

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were not included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

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I Promise

Slade Wilson x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Violence, mentions of death.

A/n: If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE! If you're comment is rude in any way, you'll be blocked. Ive been wanting to write a story like this for a while but haven't gotten around to it, my service is terrible so the app might just eat this lol

I know this isn't how Arrow went, but I'm just making my own thing out of it 😁

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"Y/n, This is Slade Wilson." Moira said, holding her hand out towards a man on the couch.

Y/n felt dread wash through her as he stood, stepping over to her with a smile on his face. He firmly grasped her hand, the smile fading.

"A pleasure, Miss Queen."

"Let him go." Y/n had said, fear in her voice at the sight of Slade holding a knife to her brothers throat.

"Or what, little one? You'll attack me? Not likely."

Y/n and Oliver had fallowed Yao fei's directions to the crash site of a plane, only to be ambushed by a rather intimidatingly large man, Y/n had to admit she found him quite attractive.

"Fao Fei sent us!" She yelled, "I doubt it was so we could be killed by you."

He lowered his brows, staring her directly in the eye. No doubt trying to see if she was pulling a fast one or not. It took a few moments but he let go of her brother, but still didn't drop the knife.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Oliver Queen, and this is my sister Y/n."

"Sister? Funny, she looks nothing like you."

"I was adopted." Y/n grumbled. "Now who the hell are you, and why are you so fuckin special?"

"I'm Slade Wilson, and I have no idea why Yao Fei sent you to me."

Y/n threw her hands in the air, "Great, Ollie. This is great! We have an army attempting to track us down! We have an Australian jungle man with a sword and no way to get off this fuckin island! Yao Fei sends us here and none of us know why! This is just fuckin great!"

Y/n shook her head and sat on a nearby box. The men watched her, almost as if they thought she'd set the place a blaze with just one touch.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." Oliver replied, "But we need to get him out of there."

"Do you two know how to fight?"

"She does, I don't."

"Well then, I guess we begin your training tomorrow."

As time went on the three had gotten close, Y/n was surprised when Oliver learned how to fight. They had rescued Yao Fei, and met his daughter. Only for the poor SOB to get himself killed . Y/n and Slade had been attacked, Slade had gotten hurt and she had to drag him into a cave that was well hidden by large shrubs.

"Stay still, if I don't take this out then it will get infected!" Y/n yelled

"I'll do it myself!"

"The fuck you will!"

"It'd be wise to not argue with me!"

"Then shut the fuck up and there won't be an argument!"

Slade was almost shocked by her words, Y/n was never afraid to fight back or curse someone out, even if they were holding a gun in her face.

"It's not as bad as I thought, I stole some medical supplies on my way out of the camp."

"That's why you stopped?" He asked.

"Well yeah, can never have enough bandages and whatever else I grabbed."

Slade chucked, wincing in pain as she pressed a rag doused in alcohol against his wound.

"We need to keep moving." He grumbled. "They'll find us if we stay."

"We aren't leaving until night. Rest, Slade. I'll keep watch."

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Moira asked, gently gripping her arm.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, ill let you two get acquainted while I grab us some drinks."

When the older woman left the room Slade pulled Y/n closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"What's the matter, little one? You look surprised to see me."

"You were dead, Oliver said he killed you."

"Tell him to check for a pulse next time."

"Here we are!" Moira cheered, bringing a tray of whiskey glasses and the bottle.

"I can't stay." Y/n said. "I have some very important business that-"

"That can surely wait until after we give Mr. Wilson a tour of the mansion." Moira interrupted.

"Yes, Y/n. Why don't you stay?"

"Stay." Slade whispered. "If you leave me and they find this place, I won't be able to defend myself."

Y/n hesitated, ready to run out and find her brother, but her feelings for Slade pulled her back to his side.

"Alright, but one more hour and I'm hauling you out of here."

It was Y/n who saved him, who fought and defeated all those men to get him back to the plane. But he still had eyes for Shadow, when he was healed they began sparring again. Y/n had to watch as the man she loved was being swept off his feet by the woman who wanted Oliver.

She felt sick watching them roll around and tackle each other. Oliver could see how she felt and it made him sad, she deserved to be happy after all she had been through. It was because of him that she was cooped up on this island, nearly being killed every day.

"I'm outta here." Y/n muttered under her breath.

"Where are you going?" Slade asked, grabbing her arm.

"I don't know, I'm gonna go disarm a mine or catch a fish. Just let go of me."

He did. Watching her disappear through the trees, oblivious to how she felt for him.

"What's her problem?"

Oliver shrugged and went back to fumbling with a stick.

Y/n walked through the forest, climbing a tall tree and watching a few soldiers sneak around. She jumped down and took them out, bringing them to a cliff and pushing their bodies off.

She could feel the anger building inside her, the pent up rage just wanting to get out. Y/n wanted to hate Shadow, but it wasn't her fault. She felt so controlled being stuck on the island, not being able to leave, having to worry that she'd wake up in a cage or not wake up at all.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Queen." Slade said, kissing her hand.

"Oh please, call me Moira."

"Of course, Moira. Unfortunately I have to be going, I look forward to seeing you again."

"As do I. Y/n could you see Mr. Wilson to his car?"

Y/n nodded and lead him outside. The trip was quiet, all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears.

"Slade, why are you here?" She asked, watching as he got in his car.

"Five years ago I made you a promise, Y/n. Well I'm here to fulfill it."

Y/n pointed a gun to his head, tears running down her cheeks.

"You won't do it, princess. You and I both know, your heart won't let you. Best to stop pretending to be someone you're not."

"I won't let you kill her." She whispered.

"How do you know it's Moira I'll kill? Maybe it'll be Oliver, or Thea. We'll just have to see, won't we?"

Tears stung Y/n's eyes as she sat with Slade, the others had already left but she couldn't pull herself away just yet. The sight of him drove a knife through her, his dead body leaned against a crate. A lantern casting their shadows over the wall, the cold of the room making Y/n feel so lost and alone.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "If I could've saved you I would've, even if I had to suffer through watching you fawn over Shadow. Id go through that pain, just to have you breath again."

She couldn't hold back anymore, her quiet sobs filled the room as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.

"I would give my life for you Slade."

The sound of people yelling outside ripped Y/n from her sorrow. She took Slade's gun and slowly made her way to the noise, watching as Shadow and Oliver were put to their knees by the same people they've been fighting on this island since they got here.

"Where is she!?" The leader yelled, pointing a gun at Oliver.

"I'm right here you fuckin chump!" Y/n called from over his shoulder.

"Ahh, Y/n. So good of you to join us, put her on her knees with her friends."

She was pushed to the ground next to Oliver, all she could think about was Slade as the man started his big speech on how long he's been trying to catch them.

"But you Y/n, you've caused me the most trouble." He growled. "Whenever I got close to finding you or perfecting the Mirakuru, you had to destroy it. You've ruined everything I worked for! So now...I'm gonna make you choose."

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You heard me! Choose! Who do I kill!? Shadow or Oliver!?"

She was stunned by his question, the pain of Slade's death still raw in her system.

"Who!? CHOOSE!"

"Me! You son of a bitch!" She cried. "Me! shoot me for fuck sake!"

The man chuckled, pointing the gun at Shadow. "Wrong answer."

The sound of a gun shot rang through her ears and Shadows lifeless body falling to the ground had Oliver screaming. Y/n shook her head, not knowing what else to do. She charged at the man, throwing him to the ground. Y/n took his gun and fired it at a few of his men, taking Oliver by the arm and running into the woods.

They made it back to the plane and Y/n collapsed, her breathing was rapid and her heart was racing. Her hands shook with the rest of her body as her vision went black.

"Oliver!" Y/n yelled, running into Arrows headquarters.

"What!? What's going on!?"

"It's Slade! He's back! I don't know how but he's back!"

Oliver ran over, wrapping his sobbing sister in a hug. The same memories racing through his head.

"It'll be alright, everything is gonna be alright."

"H-he's gonna kill you."

It had been weeks since Shadows death and here Y/n was running from more men with guns, she had just escaped a cell, and was on her way back to the plane when they came out of nowhere.

"Get her!" They yelled, racing through the trees and vines.

She was about to book it down a hill to the shore, when a hand came over her mouth, and she was pulled into that same hidden cave.

Y/n attempted to pushed the person away when she felt their chest against her back, but she was hushed by a familiar voice.

"Slade?" She asked, her own voice sounding shakey.

"Quiet, Princess. They're right outside."

They watched through the brush and vines as the men ran past and down the hill. Slade loosened his grip on her, allowing Y/n to turn around.

Her eyes scanned his face, not a scratch.

"How?" She asked.

"The Mirakuru. It healed me."

"It thought it killed you."

"Yeah, then it healed me."

Y/n pulled him into a hug, the feeling of his arms wrap around her made her heart race.

"Is Oliver and Shadow alright?" He asked.

Y/n slowly pulled away, dread written all over her face. "It's only me and Oliver now..."

Slade swallowed, "Where's Shadow?"

"After you died, we were captured. And a the guy that made the Mirakuru shot her."

His eyes filled with tears, "Do you know where he is?"

"Y-yes, Slade I'm so sorry."

"Can you take me to him?"

"...yeah, I can."

The two of them made it to the camp, they hid just outside and watched. Y/n could feel the anger and hurt radiating off of him. He's feeling just how she felt whenever she saw Slade and Shadow together.

"Is he in there?" He asked, pointing at the largest tent in the camp.

"Yeah, but he's got guards."

"You stay here, I'll make this quick."

Without another word he made his way through the brush and out of sight. Y/n did as she was told and stayed there, she was expecting him to be out within minutes but when an hour had passed, she knew something was wrong.

Y/n was about to go in after him when she heard a twig snap behind her, and a gun press to the back of her head.

She slowly put her hands up and turned around, it was the man that killed Shadow. His face was twisted into an evil grin. Y/n was about to jump at him, but before she could a hard object hit her in the side of the head.

Y/n woke up in a cell, it was wet and she could hear waves outside. She rolled over to see that she was below deck of a ship.

Y/n sat up clutching her head, she looked around to get her bearings. She saw the man who killed Shadow, a few of his guys and...Slade?

"Slade?" She asked.

He turned, the look in his eyes was hatred and pain. This wasn't Slade, not mentally anyway.

"Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, only stepped closer to the bars of her cell.

"He just shot her, huh?" He asked.

"What?"

"Shadow! He just shot her!? Funny, he tells me you chose to have her shot!"

"Slade I-"

She was cut off by the feeling of a blade being pressed to her stomach.

"I wanna show you something."

He opened her cell door and stepped away so the guards could grab her, once again she was thrown to her knees in front of the same man.

"Show me how you did it." He growled.

"What?" The man asked.

Slade handed him his gun, "You killed her didn't you, show me how you did it."

"No, she chose."

"I chose?" Y/n asked, getting to her feet. "You wanna know what happened? All three of us were on our knees, he told me to choose but I was so torn from seeing you die that I couldn't comprehend what he said. So he said it again, and I told him to shoot me. And you know what he did?"

She stepped closer, "He laughed, he pointed the gun at her and said "Wrong choice" then he shot her."

Slade looked at her, he could see the tears in her eyes as well as what she was saying was the truth.

"I didn't choose Shadow, he did."

Y/n was expecting I'm to put down his weapon and let her go free, but that wasn't the case.

"I don't care." He said. "If you hadn't chosen yourself, Shadow would still be dead."

Slade turned to the man who killed her. "Is that how you pointed the gun?"

"Y-yes."

Slade suddenly sliced the man's hand off, taking Y/n by surprise.

"Take him out of here."

Y/n watched them drag him away as Slade slowly came towards her. "You love me." He whispered.

Her heart sank at his words, "How-"

"Oliver told me."

"When?"

"Two days before I died."

Y/n felt small and helpless as he got even closer, towering over her.

"You would've chosen Shadow anyway, because you were jealous of her. You hated her didn't you? Because she had my love and you didn't."

"That's not true, Slade. I didn't hate her, she was my friend."

"No, I bet you were happy to see her die. Only to remember I was gone as well."

"This is the Mirakuru talking isn't it? You're not acting like yourself, the Slade I know wouldn't blame me for Shadows death!"

"It is your fault!"

"Then kill me! Then fuckin kill me!"

Slade shook his head, and began circling her. "No, you cannot die until you have suffered the same way I have suffered. Until you have felt every single shred of pain I have."

He got close to her once again, she could feel his hot breath against her neck.

"I won't kill you, until you feel complete despair. And you will...I promise."

To be continued...

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sasheneskywalker · 25 days

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sladick mature fic recs

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

storm thirst by cheju

A quiet confrontation on a stormy night.

exactly what it looks like by cheju

Slade keeps going on so-called dates in Dick’s city. Uh huh, sure, he’s going on ��dates” with assassins and spies. Not on Dick’s watch, he isn’t.

Five times Dick stops Slade from getting laid. One time he doesn’t.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Now, years later, Deathstroke has planted bombs throughout the city on a job with a ticking clock - they need to know the locations, but Slade isn't talking.

Between the Saids and Unsaids by withthekeyisking

It's been years since Dick Grayson was forced into acting as Slade Wilson's apprentice. Years since he was manipulated, abused, used, and he never told anyone the details.

Dick knows he'll talk to him. He owes him, after all that he did.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson

And now he's bound and drugged kneeling in front of the man, being presented as a gift.

Shifting Grounds by withthekeyisking

The last time Dick saw Deathstroke the Terminator, the mercenary was trying to kill him and his friends.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

He didn't count on spotting Grayson the instant he arrives on site.

Familiar Plays by withthekeyisking

Being hired to hunt down a mole for the latest mafia boss is easy money, in Slade's opinion. Interrogate a few people, track down some leads, hand over the idiot once he finds them to surely be tortured for information.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Swimming in a Sea of Expectations by withthekeyisking

Dick looks down at his blood-covered gloves and has no idea what to do now.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Give Me a Break by Skalidra

Slade's a pretty common fixture in Dick's life, so it's not really a surprise when he hunts down the warehouse of a gang he's tracking and finds that Slade's been hired to protect it for the night. He's also definitely not about to back down just because of that, so he goes in anyway. He's not expecting to beat Slade, but he's not expecting the consequences of trying either, and even though Slade isn't a fan of torture, he'll do a lot as long as he's paid for it.

Not a problem, right?

Strokes of Luck by firefright, Skalidra

When Dick's ship breaks apart in a storm, sending most of his crew to their deaths and stranding him on — of all places — Tortuga, all he really wants is to find a ship headed back to Gotham. Lucky for him, there is one. The Deathstroke, headed by the infamous Captain Slade Wilson, as notoriously ruthless and deadly a pirate as Dick's ever heard of. All he has to do is make the journey without Slade ever finding out he's a Navy officer.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Slade turns his head, clearing the blind spot of his missing eye to find the source of that irritating, all too familiar voice. Black hair, brilliant blue eyes, with the finest, tailored doublet in rich blue and black laced close to his chest. Lean, handsome to an unnaturally perfect degree, and with enough power in his bones to kill anyone in this room, except for him.

Different Schools of Thought by firefright, Skalidra

"What did you do to your hair?"

Probably.

It'd be a hell of a fight.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

He didn’t realize, then, how that meeting would end up changing the rest of his life.

the road less traveled by wingdingery

When Deathstroke’s attack catches the Teen Titans off-guard, Dick finds himself getting help from an unexpected source: Deathstroke’s ex-husband, Slade Wilson.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Adeline Kane Wilson

He does not see it coming, when one of the henchmen in this drug operation turns out to be on some Venom knock-off.

Black Gold Blues by wednesday

The gut punch is what gets him. Dick knows all the ways to tense and relax correctly to take any kind of hit with the least damage to himself, but that only works when he’s prepared, when he sees the hit coming.

Dick gets captured. Then things get worse.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

pressure points by wednesday

“It’s done, nothing for you to do here. Let's go,” Deathstroke says two steps behind him. Like he—like he expects Dick to just go with him. Like he thinks it’s possible to ignore the slaughterhouse right in front of them. Like Dick doesn’t feel the sinking weight of devastation pressing him down, breaking him into pieces.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Running On Empty by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

"Don't even think about it," Slade said without turning his attention away from the road. "I'm not allowed to drug you, but that doesn't mean I won't knock you out again if you don't behave."

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Trespassing by Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine)

Slade deals with a security breach in his Gotham safehouse.

“I didn’t get kidnapped because I’m not a kid,” he said, like that’s what they should be worrying about right now, “I got abducted. You got kidnapped.”

Two Birds, One Stone by Nightwang

“You got kidnapped by Deathstroke?!” Jason asked, incredulous, if rather redundantly. Dick rolled his eyes like Jason was the biggest idiot in the room which- totally wasn’t fair.

For the SladeRobin Weekend prompt Abduction/Kidnapping.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Deathstroke, in full armour barring his helmet, had Dick, naked as the day he was born, pinned to a bed.

Yeah, he love me (but he fucks me like he hates my guts) by Naphorism

Jason lurched to his feet, stomach lurching right along with him, and stumbled around the monitor until he could watch the footage displayed on the Batcomputer’s main screen. His heart practically stopped once his brain understood what his eyes were seeing.

M | Rape/Non-Con | Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

“My terrifying competence,” Slade deadpans. Glaring, he adds, “And my astonishing kill count.”

Inside the Mirror by Naphorism

“Talk about pretty,” Dick comments, still stroking the arch of Slade’s brow. “You call me pretty all the time, but look at you. I’d almost call you cute. How was anyone scared of you?”

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Playing with Uranium by BlameTheMachines

Slade invites Dick into his study for a friendly chat about Rose’s training. It goes poorly.

Dick fought the frown from surfacing. "Stop being an asshole."

Daphne Blue by Alicegivesgifts (Alicelikesgravity)

"Why indeed? I can't seem to remember," Slade made a show of examining the watch on his wrist. "Might have something to do with you being late."

Slade's lips curled upwards in mirth. "Sit down, little bird."

And ignoring every bone in his screaming body, Dick sat down.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

I've Got No Shame, Got No Pride (Only Skeletons to Hide) by orphan_account

Jason's not as put out as he wants to appear by having to share a bed with Dick. Slade's very much put out by Jason sharing a bed with Dick. They cope.

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