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A/N: I have writers block at the moment. So let's see where this leads…

Addiction

He didn't know when they stared, but he knew the feelings now. They were deep inside of him, trying, like banshees to crawl out. And it was making its presence known. And it was uncontrollable, like a hunger that could never be quenched. Slade had told him that he got a thrill from it, that it got his heart pumping. And now, lying in bed, he knew the man was right. This addiction, this tortuous feeling would not die inside of him. Bored to death he lurched out of bed and started to pace. Fingers twitching he was about to leave the room when the siren went off. Sighing he grabbed his belt and rushed out of the building and hopped on his cycle, "Raven, what do we have?"

From the sky one of his friends, Raven swooped down, following him. Behind him Cyborg's car revved into life, "regular's," she replied back.

The trip to the bank was short lived, however and it did nothing to stop the need that was surging though Robin. He needed good challenge. Something to get his blood flowing. And he oddly wanted Slade back, someone he could go head to head with. To end this addiction. So that it wouldn't come back, making him crave the night outside. And yet he fought. He fought it like a mad man, the thing that Slade had created. And now watching his friends disappear he knew that he needed it to be done. Knew where he had to go, "guys I have something to take care of. I'll meet you back at the tower."

They accepted it, not questioning him. And he turned his cycle around, heading for the hideout only he knew about. As it loomed in front of him he thought of what he was doing, knew what he was doing; yet his addiction drove him. And when he reached the walls of the broken down factory and hopped off his bike he felt a sense of dread flood him. And that only made it worse. Once inside the building he found the room he was looking for and a dark voice slipped from the shadows, "I knew you would come back."

Robin turned as Slade made his way out of the darkness, his posture straight, and his mood dark. He walked over to Robin and begun to circle him, Robin's eyes watching him all the while, "I came to fight."

Slade's voice was smooth when he replied, as if knew, what Robin was really after, "no, you came to get beaten. To have an excuse to rejoin me, so that you friends, the ones that you want to love you still will. Admit it, you like working for me."

Robin let out a cry of anger and launched himself at Slade, Bo staff out and ready to strike the taller dark man in front of him. But when his staff came down all it hit was air. Slade appeared as if by magic behind him and he dared not to look up, dared not to show how much of him was craving this, wanting this, "I never liked working for you, ever. I came to finish this."

Yet he too could hear how his words betrayed the lie that he was telling, how his words were empty. And Slade could tell, "no Robin. You came back, back to me, it's time that you gave in, my young apprentice."

"I can't."

Slade's voice washed over him, "then I will help you."

A hand fell on his shoulder and twisted Robin onto the ground, throwing him against the hard wall of the factory. Robin got up on shaky leg and then collapsed onto the ground. Slade moved to where the fallen Robin was and Robin looked up at him, "I don't…"

Slade's chuckle caught him off guard, "go to your old room. There you will find all you will need."

Robin rose once more and looked at Slade, who was still looking at him in the darkness as he made his way to his room. His addiction taking him over.

A/N: Fun right? I have another story not like this, but about the two of them on the way. Not sure when I will get it up, Review please!