Red Robin Caged | Closed RP
Poor Timothy didn’t even see it coming. Deathstroke dropped in behind him while he was on patrol and hit him over the back of the head so hard, Tim was instantly out. If anything could get the Bat’s attention again, this would be it. He slings the dead weight of the Red Robin over his shoulder and then heads off to one of his most secure safe houses.
It takes a bit to get there from Gotham, and only once did Tim start to stir before Slade injected him with a strong sedative. He thought he’d be out longer. Kid was stronger than he expected.
At the safe house, he disables the security and drags Tim inside, dropping him unceremoniously in a corner while he mixes up a cocktail of drugs to keep him docile while he fucks him up. It’s not like he doesn’t like a fight, but he’s doing this to get either the Bat or Nightwing’s attention. He doesn’t really want to fuck up the kid more than he needs to.
Of course, that means he’s very surprised when he turns around to administer said drugs, and Tim has managed to stumble to the other corner, a phone in one hand, taser in the other. He just presses send as Slade knocks the phone from his hand. “Sending an SOS to Batman? You should know better.”
Tim mumbles something, his mouth not working so well, but a smirk crosses his face before turning to a wince as he’s injected again, and then punched so he hits the ground again. He didn’t even get to use his taser before he’s out. again.
Out of curiosity, Slade goes to check on the phone and see who the text was sent to. The name on the phone isn’t Batman or Nightwing though. It’s not Bruce or Dick or even Jason or Stephanie. It’s Rose. A smile turns the corners of his lips upwards. “Oh, Rosie is gonna come home. Good. She’s in need of a good beating.” He turns back toward Tim’s still unconscious body and laughs. “I should thank you, boy. I haven’t seen her in ages. But you didn’t send an SOS to the ones I’m really longing for. For that,” He stops talking and walks over to Tim, kicking him hard in the ribs. Smirking when he hears them crack. “You deserve a little more punishment.
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Rose hadn’t been doing much. In fact, she’d just gotten back in from stocking up on a few supplies for her own safe house when her phone buzzed. Tim. She hasn’t seen him or anything for a looooooong time. She takes a deep breath and opens the text. “SOS. Dad. Need you,” She reads aloud and then swears. “What the fuck, Tim? You only need me when you need help? And Dad? Yours is dea- Oh shit.” She realizes he means Deathstroke. “Fuck. FUCK!” She swears again. “Hang in there. I’m coming. Nobody deserves that.”
She suits up probably the quickest she’s ever suited up and then grabs her swords and guns and heads out on her motorcycle. He has to be at one of Deathstroke’s hideouts. She’ll find him. She has to. A million things run through her head while she’s riding though. Why Tim? Deathstroke never showed much interest in him outside of the Titans. Unless this was related to the Bat-kids? Maybe Tim figured that out and that’s why he reached out to her? Or maybe it’s because he thinks she has the best chance of finding him? UGH. Useless thoughts. She needs to focus. And she starts at the most secure hideout Slade has.
