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One day last week, my alarm clock woke me at an annoyingly early time, and this was what had been running through my head. As I was dressing, I whinged to [livejournal.com profile] merfilly about her evil Slade from "Wounded Birds and Hidden Heroes" taking over my dreams. She made mewling noises, and Slade was his persistent bastard self, so I wound up writing it all down.

Now she wants me to share, so... y'all get to see.

Title: Slight Infractions
Pairing: toon!Slade/toon!Dinah
Rating: NC-17, but not precisely for sex
Warnings: BDSM related themes in a very unusual (for me) take, coerced consent.

I keep protesting that this doesn't count as het because 1) it's slashy as hell and 2) they do not have intercourse. Filly just laughs at me.


She'd been back in the complex all of three minutes--practically glowing with her success and riding out the leftover adrenaline high of desperately avoiding the Thanagarian guards--when a steel-strong hand latched around her upper arm painfully hard. "Come with me," Slade's voice ordered, not actually giving her a chance to argue as he began to pull her away. She braced against the pull, head tossing back defiantly as she glared at him, starting to snap back at him--and he spoke right over her. "Unless you wish to invalidate our agreement, you will come with me now."

She couldn't risk that. The last week had proven just how valuable the cold, calculating bastard really was--they needed him too much to risk him leaving. The resistance drained out of her like water and she let him pull her forward, taking the steps to his side--not obediently, but reluctantly--in an attempt to get him to release her arm... an unsuccessful attempt. The pressure of his grip eased slightly... but only slightly, and he moved them rapidly back towards his personal domain. She didn't bother trying to watch the keycodes--he would change them in a few days anyway--distracted with trying to push away her rapidly rising fear. She was slowly learning to read his body language, and she'd never seen this kind of anger in him before. The worst thing was, she knew it was her fault. He'd told her to stay Below, but no one else could have made the run after the needed supplies as quickly as she could--or as inconspicuously. She'd been fine until she was on her way back! "Slade, I--"

"Be still, girl." It would have been better if he'd yelled, she decided after a moment where all she could do was shudder. As it was, that coldly cultured command made her feel more like a misbehaving child than a heroine--and that burned like fire. She glared at his jawline as they moved, caught in a multi-sided tug of war between fear and anger and defiant pride, pulse fluttering between its usual rate and an adrenaline-charged staccato as she struggled to stay calm. She'd never been into this part of his lair, a small part of her observed as he walked her through a new set of doors--and as they closed, she knew why. He'd brought her into his personal quarters. She caught flashes of furniture and an uncompromisingly masculine décor scheme in dark tones and leather, deep pile of the carpeting lush even under her boots as he tugged her through another, half-open, door and turned to shut it behind them.

Her eyes flashed around, taking in the layout of the room before her brain caught up, impressions of dresser-carpet-fireplace-painting-bed! coming in rapid-fire before that last one froze both her mental processes and her body. She went stock-still, feeling her eyes flare wide and terrified as she struggled for breath. //NO, nononopleaseno...//

"I am not going to rape you, girl," his voice--she didn't know how to describe it. It was no softer, and not truly gentler, but... she could sense the sincerity in the words. "I much prefer my partners willing."

She tried not to shudder, tried desperately not to show how relieved she was--how afraid she had been of what he wanted in those few moments. "So why bring me here?" she tried for confidence and curiosity with her voice, and could hear that she only half-succeeded.

"I have no intention of shaming you publicly," was the utterly non-reassuring response as he faced her, looking down into her eyes, still holding her arm tightly. "You are leading the rest of our merry little band, making it a poor move strategically for me to chastise you where they might hear. No-one will hear anything here."

The retort that had sat hot on her tongue through the end of his words snapped out, "Chastise me?! What do you think I am, a child?!"

"Not normally. However, you are mine--" The emphasis in that last word made her want to hide--he was evil, she knew it, and he owned her, by her own agreement. He continued to speak as she struggled to control the urge to pull away "--and you deliberately disobeyed me. Did you truly think I would not know that you had gone to the surface as soon as you did? I warned you they were increasing their patrols, that a new supply source was necessary, and you blatantly ignored me." It looked as though there was more waiting behind his lips to be said, but he'd gone silent again behind the mask.

"I ha--"

"No. You chose to," he spoke right over her again, refusing to see that she'd had reason. "I could take that as a signal you wish to be rid of me and no longer want to uphold our agreement--however, if that were the case you would not be standing here. As you are still here, our agreement remains in force. And you willfully provoked me with your disobedience." She started to protest, damn it her world didn't revolve around him, no matter what she'd agreed to, she wasn't about to let anything happen to Sue's baby--and he turned this long, level look on her that stopped her voice in her throat. "That cannot be allowed to go unpunished."

"Unpunished?" she heard her voice shake and hated it, pulse erratic in her throat and ears as she stared up at him, swallowing hard and trying to control her fear. "W-what--"

"I shall let you chose. Your punishment may be strictly physical, and will cause no permanent damage, or you can agree to have no contact with the rest of the heroes and tunnel-dwellers barring what is necessary for planning."

//'Trade the devil for a witch',// the old saying flickered through her head as she stared up at him in shocked dismay, thinking over how badly he could hurt her--and the complete destruction of their ability to resist the Thanagarians if he kept her from the survivors any time he wasn't around... they would soon come to think she had turned on them, had gone to his side... That was unacceptable, but that only left...

"I--" she could not believe she was going to say this, "I'll... take the physical..." At least this wasn't going to be completely new. She'd gotten into enough trouble once or twice as a child that she'd felt her father's hand. Part of her was protesting that this was nothing like that--louder and louder as Slade pulled her to stand immediately next to his bed and released her, panic slithering up her spine all over again at that.

"Take off the jacket. And the gloves," his cool voice ordered, and she obeyed, dawdling with loosening the gloves until, "girl..." came warningly from her right shoulder, then she finished pulling them off rapidly--//What is he planning oh god what's he going to do to me (he said no dama--) no permanent damage, and this is him, he could do a lot without permanent damage oh, god...//--ran through her head as she stuck the gloves in her pockets and slipped the jacket off, feeling his eye on her shoulders with unaccustomed vulnerability, holding it in one hand. He took it from her and tossed it lightly across the room, onto a chair, then he simply flowed from standing beside her to a seat on the bed--firm mattress, she noted as it barely dipped. Even seated, he was almost at her eye level and still very much in control. She heard her breathing, loud and unsteady in the absolute quiet of the room, and she swore he smiled behind the mask--then his lethal body was in motion and he caught her somehow, pulling her down and twisting her body so she wound up face-down in the mattress with her right hand hanging off the bed and her hips hard over his right thigh, her legs up on the bed as well--she'd started to struggle, her instincts not wanting to submit without a fight--"Dinah!" he snapped and she froze, trying not to shake. The positioning was humiliating for an adult and that he'd overpowered her so easily was more shaming yet... She felt his bare left hand on her right wrist as he pulled it up behind her back, wondering whhen he'd stripped his gloves off.

"Other wrist, Dinah. In mine," he ordered, and she moved it, feeling his hand close completely around both her wrists--and his elbow settled at the base of her skull, his arm a heavy weight down most of her spine. His other hand slid intimately down her bottom and his fingers slipped between her legs making her cry out in shocked protest--and somehow he found the catches to unsnap her suit unerringly, popping it open with a twist of his wrist and his hand slipped back up her rear, pulling the leather of the corset until he folded the snaps up onto her back, folded leather biting into the curve of her hipbones.... He wasn't done yet, she realized when his hand slipped up under the folded leather, searching a moment--then he caught the top of her fishnets and pulled down, tugging them down until the elastic bit into the backs of her thighs. His hand slid under her body to free the waistband and push it, too, down somewhat--what a picture she had to make, she thought in disgust, angry and shamed almost enough to cry. The first time anyone not her family had seen her so exposed and it was a man she feared who treated her like a possession....

"If you damage my furniture with your Cry, I'll do this every night for a week," he warned her, and she felt a subtle shift in his body just before an echoing crack sounded in the room and fire blazed in her rear--he apparently didn't believe in starting gently--and she tried not to whimper or move. A second blow fell with that same, echoing noise and the other side of her ass warmed--she didn't mean to move, but bucked down against his leg as if trying to get away. His hand tightened on her wrists, just slightly, and a third blow landed, not any harder but against already stinging flesh and she gasped, hair fallen in her face and eyes mouth and helpless to do anything about it as a fourth blow landed and she mewled, trying to buck down away from that merciless hand.

It did no good to squirm, she soon realized, as being so tightly pressed to his thigh only sent unwanted pressure and need through parts of her that did not need to be involved with this! She made her hips shift backwards, felt the other piece of her costume fall away from her body and another slap of his hand drove her forward onto his leg again, trapped and breathing around the hair in her face and another blow fell--that one was harder, quite a bit so and she couldn't help the whimper that burst from her throat at the pain. The next blow fell on her other cheek, then the next was lower, catching part of her upper thigh and she sobbed at the shock, tears she couldn't control starting to fall from her eyes as she twisted her entire body against his hold--to absolutely no avail as his hand tightened on her wrists and his elbow pressed down against her neck and shoulders as yet another blow fell, high on her other thigh. She cried out again and her legs kicked blindly, without effe--not without effect. The pattern of the blows stopped and Slade moved under her, somehow freeing the leg she was laying over to loop it over her legs, shifting his body so her bare belly was pressed to the hard material of his armor and left leg, hips now bent over his left thigh, legs now held down by the hard pressure of his right thigh, armor cold against her skin as his hand fell again, back where he started. She moved, shifting against the cool, hard armor under her, only realizing then that her body was reacting to this in way she didn't want. She cold feel her nipples hard against the top of her corset--and worse, hot wet slickness between her legs, being rubbed against his armor every time she moved and another strike made her sob and pant and twist helplessly in his hold. Another, and another and she was crying, hot tears spilling down her face and she heard herself cry out, "I'm sorry!"

His hand didn’t stop, "What are you sorry for?" the tone was far too innocent for the man spanking her, making her react to it and she bucked again, sobbing at the complete strength of his hold and her own position, "I'm sorry I disobeyed you!" she forced out around the sobs, twisting against him and three more hard, stinging slaps landed in quick succession--the pain made her cry again, unable to breathe for the sobs and the shame and the wicked, incomprehensible arousal...

"Good girl," //praise?// she didn't understand, "It's over now, good girl," his voice actually sounded pleased as his hand ran gently over her burning, throbbing ass--god, she wasn't going to be able to sit for a week--and she gasped in shock as his fingers slid along the soaking wetness of her folds and over something that made her scream and thrash and completely lose touch with reality for long, long moments..

She came back to the feeling of his left hand in her hair, her wrists freed and still laying on the small of her back and her costume folded back into place, right hand stroking a thigh gently. She panted and slid a hand up to push the hair out of her face and mouth, feeling her body shaking, unable to even try to look at him.

"Good girl, Dinah," he said, oddly gently. "It's over. Clean slate again," as though he hadn't just... she didn’t' have the words.



Yes, that is the end. I did mention the alarm clock was inconvenient, right?

Ask Filly where it falls in her verse.

Date: 2006-08-24 06:23 am (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Sladeverse)
From: [personal profile] senmut
dskjfasefioawefion

Oh my good god, yes please keep him for hat extra little evil there at the end...Oh he is so seductive and firm and powerful and ....

I hate work


I love this

Date: 2006-08-24 06:51 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*disgustingly pleased* I made Filly keyboard-mash!!

He is just irredeemable... and I think that was his version of a reward. Positive reinforcement to go along with the punishment. Very, very basic, but still useful. He wants to "bring her to heel"/own her, so he doesn't want her frightened of him. Of disobeying him, yes of course, but not him... So once she's truly sorry, he does something nice for her--(from his pov, anyway).

"seductive and firm and powerful and..." covers what Slade is very nicely, yes. (Also evil as sin, hard as a blade, and despicably pleased with himself...)

I hate that you had to leave.

I'm sooo glad!

Date: 2006-08-24 07:05 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Sladeverse)
From: [personal profile] senmut
Certainly made my night, hon. I was having a mid-level pain evening while talking to you, and I knew that would be high level by middle of unloading, but the high mood I was in kept my tolerances higher than they normally would have been.

This Slade is infinitely irredeemable...and I happen to love that about him. Only once in the whole Titans Go! series was I ever given even the sliimest thought that he had the slightest bit of 'rise above himself' and that was in the Trigon finale.

And yeah...that kind of 'positive reinforcement'...Dinah is one very humiliated, confused bird right now.

Date: 2006-08-24 08:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*grins happily* I am glad that I was able to help. It's amazing how something as simple as a change of mood can change your day, isn't it?

*chuckle* He really is... and that's not always such a bad thing, I have to agree. The Trigon finale was amazing, and did a lot to make a difference in how I view him, I have to admit.

*nodnodnod* Humiliated and confused covers Dinah's emotions right now fantastically well.

Date: 2006-08-25 09:58 am (UTC)
ext_6175: (Black Canary)
From: [identity profile] elfcat255.livejournal.com
*thud*.....huh?...wha?.....geez....you two so need to stop conspiring with one another...guh....great work Yena!...*shakes head*...poor Dinah...hehe

Date: 2006-08-25 01:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
Eee, thud! *beams* I take it that means you liked it!

*snort* More like her Slade needs to get his evil butt right the hell out of my dreams.

Thank you! It was... insistent. Very, very insistant.

"poor Dinah" expresses things perfectly.

Filly shouldn't give me lines like "mine in all manners" and "considering the best ways to bring her to heel." She just shouldn't, it makes my BDSM-self pay entirely too much attention!

Date: 2006-08-25 02:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] elfcat255.livejournal.com
OMG!..last night she put an evil bunny in my head...argh..but I'm no where near ready to use it in the story I'm working on..dammit!..I mean I'll get there eventually..but its just taking time...*head desk*

Date: 2006-08-25 07:04 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Sladeverse)
From: [personal profile] senmut
I love the evil I have sown....

Date: 2006-08-25 07:04 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (ArialAdventures)
From: [personal profile] senmut
*snicker* So that's what did it, huh?

*plots*

Date: 2006-08-26 01:17 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
Yes, you wicked creature, that is most definitely what did it.

*weg*

Date: 2006-08-25 07:05 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Canary Cry)
From: [personal profile] senmut
I did NOT conspire on this one. Ask any of my other Muses, except EvilSlade.

Date: 2006-08-26 01:17 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (misdirection)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*snort* You did so. You encouraged. And encouraged.

Date: 2006-08-26 01:36 am (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Sladeverse)
From: [personal profile] senmut
Did not....I begged.

Date: 2006-08-26 01:37 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

Date: 2006-08-26 01:44 am (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Default)
From: [personal profile] senmut
*grin*

Image for you: Batcave, Wounded Dinah, Wounded Bats...each tending the other, wind up shirtless, and ....

I woke to that.

Date: 2006-08-26 01:50 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
Nnnngh... *mewl* Wicked, wicked creature...

Date: 2006-08-26 01:51 am (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Default)
From: [personal profile] senmut
Yep, that's me...nice end to my three hour sleep of the day though.

Date: 2006-08-26 01:54 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
You need more rest...

Date: 2006-08-26 01:56 am (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Default)
From: [personal profile] senmut
But then I might be less giddy and silly. And I might not have visions of Dinah, standing near Batman, as Ollie wakes up in the Cave from Batman's tests....

Date: 2006-08-26 02:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
.....*adds cruel to the list of things you are--and loves you anyway*

Date: 2006-08-26 02:02 am (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Default)
From: [personal profile] senmut
I have to get my payback fun in somehow. *thinks about the wait for Evil!Slade.*

*weg*

Date: 2006-08-26 02:10 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*sigh* I suppose this is true...

Date: 2006-08-26 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatherartist.livejournal.com
This was disturbingly, Fantastic. Slade was perfect. Evil, yet somehow reserved for her. And Dinah... poor girl, so vulnerable in his hands. Great Job, meshing so nicely with FIlly's story.

Date: 2006-08-26 04:16 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Sladeverse)
From: [personal profile] senmut
She did a damn fine job with this...better than I could have even if I had been brave enough to go there.

Date: 2006-08-26 09:30 pm (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (audrey too)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*is insanely flattered* you know, hon, you gave me the 'verse to play with...

Date: 2006-08-26 09:35 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Default)
From: [personal profile] senmut
Please, play in any of my 'verses at anytime....

Date: 2006-08-27 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatherartist.livejournal.com
you sell yourself short, but yeah she did a great job.

Date: 2006-08-26 09:20 pm (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*grins happily* Thank you so much! You kinda shocked Filly and I, you know, by coming over here, but your feedback is so very squee-making.

Thanks again!

Date: 2006-08-27 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatherartist.livejournal.com
LOL, that's funny. sometimes I do read these stories before Filly can read them to me. LOL

Date: 2006-08-27 01:55 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*chuckle* hehehe! Awesome.

Date: 2006-08-27 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatherartist.livejournal.com
Great job Again!!!

Date: 2006-08-26 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coldfiredragon.livejournal.com
I'm sorry I didn't leave a comment earlier. I totally read it and was so like *happy squeal* that I lost it. I love and adore this and think it goes a long way in deepening the fear the Dinah has of Slade. Vincent should pick up on the change when he sees the too of them together but have no idea what has happened. Dinah can't tell him either because I see that somehow violating her agreement with Slade.

The threat to keep her away from the other survivors was something she could not allow to happen so I think she choose well to take the phsical.

The fact that she got off on the strictly physical is just hot. Wow, so well done it was amazing.

To hear him bringing her to heel by calling her "girl" sent chills down my spine. I would love to see him calling her that where Vincent would hear, just to create conflict... Me? sucker for punishment? I would have never guessed.

Loved it all though, amazing job Yena. It fits perfectly into Merfilly's 'verse and I can't wait to see where this goes.

Date: 2006-08-26 04:13 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Sladeverse)
From: [personal profile] senmut
This is all good to me. I was thinking along similar lines, as it goes. I truly want the Thanagarian invasion strictly as back drop while I concentrate on the dynamic between Slade and Vincent and Dinah.

The girl thing totally got me to. And it will come up again.

*shivers* OOOKAY, between thinking on this and your fic, seems Evil!SladeMuse has returned. *shivers again*

Date: 2006-08-26 09:29 pm (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (audrey too)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*nods* invasion=backdrop, interactions=your story. Yes and yes and yes.

*is delighted* It got you, too? *squeeee*

*chuckles softly* Glad he's back where he belongs (as opposed to over here causing trouble).

Date: 2006-08-26 09:32 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Sladeverse)
From: [personal profile] senmut
But now I have two of them....

Evil!Comic!Slade is plotting on Roy, while Evil!Toon!Slade is considering just what it would take....*Good!SVSlade covers that one's mouth with duct tape*

Date: 2006-08-26 09:33 pm (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
Oh. You poor, poor woman... and *sneaks and scritches at the duct tape, wondering what the rest of that was*

Date: 2006-08-26 09:37 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Default)
From: [personal profile] senmut
*glares at Good!SVSlade, then smirks*

Don't encourage him, please...he wants to be so bad, and I keep telling him his fic has to wait its turn.

Date: 2006-08-26 09:28 pm (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (audrey too)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*grins* That's okay! I figured you'd come back eventually, since I knew you read it. *nodnod* Yeah, this is going to do a lot to Dinah. She doesn't even have a clue...

*looks to Filly about the Vincent thing, but agrees completely about the 'violating the agreement' bit*

Thank you sooo much! RL experience and lots and lots of pretty damned hot smutfic helped a lot with making that work the way I wanted it to, and I'm delighted it actually did.

*humms* Yeah. Slade calling her 'girl' *tremble* and you didn't have to dream it in technicolor surround sound. I did. You're right. He should call her that where Vincent can hear.

Thank you again! I honestly thought it would have to be a little bit AU, but Filly seems to agree with you comepletely. So, *squee*!

Date: 2006-08-26 09:34 pm (UTC)
senmut: modern style black canary on right in front of modern style deathstroke (Default)
From: [personal profile] senmut
You made up my mind for me. I was still quibbling about keep it to a PG rating, but then I read this and Evil!Slade was more than eager to push the envelope.

Date: 2006-08-26 09:39 pm (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (Default)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
*Grins* Hehehe... wait, that's what that textmessage meant? *squeee!*

I'm certain he was. Really, really certain of that, actually. That's just how he is.

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