Fan Fiction ❯ Ice Ice Baby ❯ Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice.... ( Prologue )

Hey guys! Just a little bit of info about the fic: It's rated as such for some bad language, violence, and lemon in later chapters. If I told you the pairings, then that would kind of spoil the story, so I'm not gonna. There is the tiniest hint of a Robin and Slade thing going on though, but that's all I'm saying. Hope you like it!

 

Disclaimer: Own Teen Titans? I wish. If I did, however, Terra would not have made it as long as she did (for all you Terra fans out there, um, this probably isn't the fic for you). Enjoy!

 

 

 

* Prologue *

 

 

Slade sat in his tall backed chair, legs crossed, tapping his fingers impatiently on the arm rest. His tapping matched the rhythm of the unceasing ticking of the many gears that inhabited his shadowy lair.

 

Where the hell was Terra? She had been gone for nearly three hours. Terra never disobeyed his orders. She was too afraid of the consequences.

 

Slade chuckled to himself as he reached up and rubbed his forehead. She had probably betrayed him; had probably gone prancing about with those damn Titans. He knew taking in Terra was a risk, but he needed an apprentice, and she was the only one for the job.

 

The man's thoughts then turned to Robin, as they often did. What was he doing? How would he look in a pair of silky, black…? His train of thought was interrupted, however, as he picked up the sounds of quick footsteps walking towards him. Slade slowly stood up, frowning. That didn't sound like Terra….

 

The footsteps stopped just outside the small amount of light that surrounded his “throne.” Slade's eyebrows rose at the bloody, frozen body that was thrown at his feet. It was Terra. Her blank eyes stared up at him. She looked absolutely terrified. Slade was pleased.

 

“Impressive,” He said in his silky voice, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “To whom do I owe the honor?”

 

A girl stepped foreword out of the darkness. She was about Robin's height, Slade noted subconsciously. Her arms were crossed and she was smirking.

 

“Call me Skye.”

 

 

 

Wahoo! Man, that was long!! (Sarcasm!!) So, I want to hear what you think. Do you love it, do you hate it, should I stop writing forever and throw everything away? So, until next time….

 

~DarkLight