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I Slade hit the wall with his head, he was tired, hungry, and thirsty, his arms ached from the constant stretch of the chains, the shackles were too tight, at this point he barely felt his hands, he was tired, and the assholes that captured him took a sick pleasure on keeping him awake.
He was going to slit their throats when he escaped.
The door, made of metal, cracked, the hinges were pulled from the wall, the stone crumbled in big chunks, and the door was pushed open, bent in half, the light of the hall filled the cell, and Dick Grayson, beautiful and powerful, stood at the entrance.
Funnily, the bright light framed his body, obscuring his features, making him look like a god, then, he moved in a blur and the shackles were torn apart, Dick held him tightly, his brow was furrowed, and his hands held him softly, blood was smeared on his skin, falling in rivulets from his lips, drenching his hands and chest, he was a disaster.
"Are you wearing a crop top?"
"The next time I'm going to save your sorry ass in a more appropriate outfit if that pleases you," the vampire hissed, as he helped Slade to stand up.
Slade held him tightly, a hand on his waist, bare and cold, the tight pants and the leather jacket were out of place, and the shoes, elegant and expensive, weren't meant to roam the places the prison was in, hiking boots or a good pair of sneakers would have made the task easier.
"I like your silk shirts.".
"You like to tear them apart."
Slade was tired, too tired to care about dignity, dragged around the halls of the prison, he focused on Dick, the crop top, sleeveless, was tight around his chest, more like mesh than a real cloth, the hand, steady, guided him around the place, the halls were showered in blood, and the floor was coated in ashes.
Dick dragged him to a car, black, and pushed him to the back row, too tired to protest, he fell heavily on the seats, barely protesting when his legs were pushed inside, he was too large to be comfortable on the seat, but his body was tired, too tired to object, he heard Dick on the front row, at the driver's seat.
"Vampire doesn't like technology."
"That's stereotyping, I know more about technology than you do, I helped in the creation of some of those things."
Slade just hummed, falling on a heavy sleep, he knew he spent more than five days trapped, but the prison made him lose the sense of time, he woke up in the rod once, Dick was focused on the road, and he found himself in fresher clothes, a hard pillow like he liked it, and a thick blanket over him, the sky was dark, starless, and his eyelids felt too heavy to stay open more than a few minutes.
The next time he woke up he was on a bed, he heard Dick singing in the bathroom, the door open, the steam filling the little hotel room, he found his injuries cleaned and dressed, and a tray full of food at his side, a little TV was one, on a news channel, at low volume, working as background noise.
Dick walked off the bathroom when Slade was eating, a towel around his waist, his raven curls dropped water at his toned back, with broad shoulders and a small waist, he sighed relieved, crawling to be at Slade's side, hands reaching Slade's face, hands cupped his cheek, and one brushed away the hair of his forehead.
"Can I help you with something?"
"You are cold," muttered Slade, and Dick gave him a little smile, he fell in the bed, eyes closed, hands over his face.
"I was worried, you don't disappear for a month without giving me head-ups, even Rose was worried."
Slade just hummed, drinking the coffee on the tray, he let Dick curl at his side, fingers tracing the pattern of the blanket over his thigh, zapping on the TV, not paying attention to the screen, not really.
Vampires were invulnerable, few things hurt them, but there was something in Dick's face, something vulnerable, almost human, on the way he worried, how he held Slade, the softness of his hand, and the care he put on attending Slade's wounds.
Vampire weren't humans, but, sometimes, Dick acted as if he was.
"I'm fine," Slade said, wondering how Dick managed to be so open.
"Wanna see a movie?"
"Choose whatever you want."