A/N So…It's way easier for me to write fluffy stories. This is definitely the darkest piece I've ever written, and it completely sucks. Still, maybe you guys will like it. Review and let me know. 8D

Burn

You can't hurt me. I'm Robin, a titan, a leader, a protégée of Batman, a hero. You can't hurt me. I can ignore pain. I have before.

Empty

Leave me alone. I want to be alone. Your drugs only help me. I won't fight. I won't get away. I won't be free. Your needles and white walls and empty rooms don't hurt me. I want this. I want to stay here, where I can't hurt anyone else. I want the darkness, the pure, unadulterated, all encompassing darkness.

Sickness

Stop telling me I'm sick. I'm not. I know what I did. I'd do it again. They deserved it. They were killing me. They were killing my soul. He told me what to do. He set me free. Can't you see that I'm okay? I'm not sick, not anymore.

Insanity

I want out. You haven't left me alone. The darkness and the drugs and the white walls don't work anymore. I want freedom. I will have my freedom. No matter what. I want him. I will have him. No matter what.

Color

I painted the walls red with blood. This is what happens when you don't do as I ask. I don't regret it. She deserved it. She was keeping me here when I wanted to leave, when I wanted to be with him. I've gone now. You can't keep me.

Home

"Master?"

"Robin, aren't you supposed to be in Arkham?"

"I missed you."

Slade smiled, not that Robin could see it behind the mask. "Likewise."

This elicited a gleaming smile from Robin, who took a few hesitant steps forward.

Slade opened his arms, and Robin rushed into them, wrapping his thin arms around the larger man's waist.

"Master," Robin breathed into his chest, smiling happily. "They tried to keep me away, so I killed them."

"Excellent. I'm glad you know that you belong with me."

"Forever," Robin nodded.

"So…you missed me?"

Robin nodded again. "For every second."

"Show me," Slade grinned, removing his mask and tossing it aside.

Robin took Slade's face between his hands, and leaned up to kiss the man.

Yours