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Ch.1-Mine
Slade hated events like this, which was why he never went to them…most of the time.
As many other villains walked by into the main hall, Slade looked over to the doorway where they were headed.
*Guess I better get on with it* he thought to himself and he left his place on the wall and started to walk with them.
As everyone took their seats, Slade made his way to the back of the room. He really wasn't enjoying this, but Mad Mod has asked, practically begged, for him to attend this stupid get-together of all that remained of the Brotherhood. Although, there were actually quite a lot of villains, considering how badly they got beaten by the Teen Titans. At least a hundred villains occupied the room.
A hiss unconsciously escaped Slade as he thought of them. The Teen Titans were the most annoying group of gifted brats that he had ever laid his eyes on. None of those brats really knew how to fight. Well…except one.
Another, louder, hiss came from Slade as he thought of that night.
"Don't. I'll do whatever you say." Slade could hear the sincerity in Robin's voice. He meant it. Robin was almost at his breaking point. All he needed now was one more push.
"Good boy. And from now on, I'd like you to call me master." Slade could almost feel the surrender radiating from Robin. He was silently rejoicing in that feeling, until it was replaced by a star bolt.
"Leave, him, alone!"
And from that point on it had all gone downhill. Robin betrayed Slade even after the man had offered him everything. Yet, Slade didn't blame Robin. He blamed those wretched, annoying, awful Titans that filled Robin's mind with the shallow happiness of being a hero. They ruined everything. Now Robin could never be his. Not when all of the Titans around the world looked to him as the leader and the sole creator of the Teen Titans.
"I'd like to thank everyone who arrived tonight for this little get-togethah!" Mad Mod's annoying British accent rang through the hall as he walked onto the stage. "Good to see you Mothah!" he winked at Mother-May-Eye. "Glad you could make it High Fiveh!" he waved at those five pests. *Okay, so maybe I was wrong, there is a group of kids worse than the Titans* Slade thought to himself as the High Five stood up.
"And I would like to thank-"Mad Mod turned to recognize Slade but the man just narrowed his only eye signaling to Mad Mod that it was time to get on with it.
"Right," Mad Mod said, gaining his composure after a moment of hesitation. He walked into the middle of the stage and pressed his cane, causing the circle around where his feet were standing to begin to rise off the floor.
"My evil companions," Mad Mod's voice began to grow as he rose on his pedestal above everyone. "We ah in hard times, hard times in deed."
There was a small consensual murmuring that followed, but Mad Mod's voice rang above it.
"And do you know why we ah in such hard times?" the Brit bellowed. A loud cry came from the audience below that echoed throughout the Main Hall.
"The Teen Titans!" their outburst held nothing but hatred.
"Yes, my duckies, those little brats we call the Teen Titans," Mad Mod's voice contorted with disgust on the last words.
*No kidding* Slade thought to himself. If this was why he was here, to listen to Mad Mod complain about the Teen Titans, then he was going to leave.
"And do you know why those Teen Titans were able to defeat us? Do you know why they ah so powerful?" Mad Mod was rising on his pedestal still, his voice gathering strength. This time there was no response from the audience, just fervent anticipation.
"Because of…HIM!" Mad Mod's pedestal suddenly swung out of the middle of the floor so that everyone could see the image that exploded from the back of the stage. The image of the hero of the Teen Titans. The image of what should have been Slade's and never would be. The image of Robin.
A great hiss came from Slade as he pounded the wall beside him. Then the shouts erupted. All different forms of hatred and disgust were shown. It was a picture of when Robin was fighting Slade bots while protecting a young girl who clutched onto him. That little act alone had gained Robin major publicity for a month, and everyone in the villain world remembered it.
"Ah ah ah, don't get too fretted my duckies," Mad Mod was smiling from his pedestal which was now over to the left of the stage. "I have a plan, a plan to-"
"Don't you dare," Slade bellowed from the back of the room. No one was going to hurt Robin. Even if he had to kill them all himself, no one was going to lay a hand on the boy. Not when Robin had so much potential, and then there was still the possibility that one day Robin would realize his need for a master. "You cannot and will not kill Robin."
"Who said anything about killing him?" Mad Mod smiled maliciously.
"Then what are we going to do with him barf-brain?" Gizmo shouted. Many "yeahs" and "what are we going to dos" followed.
"We ah going to turn him from this," Mad Mod gestured at the screen behind him, "into this." Then the picture changed, and if Slade could truly feel shock anymore he would have felt it, for there was Robin running with a gadget of some sort, in his own apprentice uniform.
While there were many oohs and ahs from the audience and admiration of the idea, Slade was on the brink. Just who did these villains think they were? Did they honestly believe they, in all of their corrupted glory, would be able to turn Robin?
"And how do you exactly plan on turning Robin?" Slade asked icily.
"Well, that's for you to figyah out," Mad Mod replied, and before Slade could respond, he continued. "Look here Slade, we know you tried to make Robin your apprentice once before and it didn't work out quite so well. Well now we could be here to help you, and while you have many resources, we all can help you in turning the boy. We have several other resources as well as agents already in place, disguised as Teen Titans."
Slade grew silent. Were these villains really that prepared to help him? He looked around, expecting Control Freak to object or Gizmo to make another snide comment, but no one did. Maybe everyone else wanted Robin on the side of evil just as much as he did. In fact, as everyone began to think about the idea, they started nodding in agreement.
*Well that's just fine but if he is turned his loyalty will remain to me* Slade thought to himself, and then he began to think further. Maybe there was one last chance. If all these idiots got their heads together and listened to him, then perhaps Slade would finally get the apprentice he always wanted. And a plan was already formulating in his mind on just how to go about this.
"Alright," Slade responded. "Get one of your agents over here now."
"Yes!" Mad Mod exclaimed, then raising his cane in the air, "Robin will soon be ours!"
*No,* Slade thought to himself as an evil grin spread beneath his mask. *Robin will soon be mine.*
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