Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. I make no money off torturing poor, innocent birds with evil, sexy villains, especially ones with black and orange masks.

Pairing: Slade/Robin

Warning: Rated M! Dark (SORTA)/Humour/Romance

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to my newest story! This one, you will find, is a lot different that my usual happy-go-lucky plots. This is also AU (Alternate Universe, for those of you who don't know what that means), No, don't run away! It's a good plot, I swear, as I rather love writing in this context. I just want to let you all know, before hand, the Teen Titans do not exist in this story. Batman does, but he is only mentioned, and I will not be implementing anything to do with the Justice League.

This is not a dark fic, in the sense that Robin is suffering at the hands of Slade. They are pretty equal in this story. Well, I don't want to give it all away, so maybe I should stop talking and just allow you to judge it for yourself.

Chapter 1: Partners

Heavy footsteps could be heard trailing through the deserted night. The sun had long since fallen and people returned to their homes for rest, until the next work day. Besides, it wasn't safe to stay out for too long at night. There were criminals after all.

The footsteps made a turn into a dark alleyway, perhaps hoping for some sense of cover from the person who was following them. It was a big mistake.

The shadow-coated figure grinned from the blackness, as the footsteps crashed into a garbage can, gun poised at the ready, their fingers trembling, backing further into the dark abyss.

The shadowed figure smirked. Pulling a small Shuriken from his coat, waiting for the right opportunity to strike the victim. He'd been paid after all, and was one of the best in the business. He had to make sure the man couldn't run again. He really didn't like when they ran. Made it a tad more difficult to kill them. You didn't really want to be seen.

The man with the gun, breathed out harshly, quickly running his free hand across his forehead, the sweat just pouring down his face.

Just as he made to turn, there was a soft movement, a glistening of something, and then the man only had three seconds before the Shuriken cut, clean, across his neck.

The figure moved from the shadows, the black trench coat bellowing after him as the wind picked up. He smiled down at his feet, noticing the perfect cut along the main artery. The person looked out onto the slightly visible street, where there was only a few street lights on, and quickly stripped the man of his top and jacket, searching for an item.

Once it was located and placed safely into his long coat, he quickly jumped on top of the garbage can, and ricocheted off the brick wall and up to the roof of a building. His knee-high combat boots crunching against the small particles along the structure.

The person smiled again, eyes not visible behind the small pair of sunglasses covering his orbs, even if it was night-time, these were custom made, and mostly used for night vision, and hiding his eye color. He made his way across town, jumping over rooftops, careful to not be seen, but there wasn't anyone around at this time of night anyways.

He sauntered into a small bar, waving at the man tending to customers, who only grinned back. The person made his way towards a door, that had a pair of stairs leading downwards, and entered a room that was completely fogged up with smoke, and the stale stench of beer.

"Robin!" A man in a pair of short-shorts and tank-top trilled happily.

"Ty." Robin muttered. "Is Jack here?"

"'Course sunshine, just in the next room. He's in a bit of a bad mood though sugar, so I hope you have good news." Ty said, taking a long puff of his smoke, winking at the lithe form of his companion. "You just get hotter every time I see you pumpkin."

Robin rolled his eyes, but there was a rather amused grin on his face. Tyler, or Ty for short, was one of those guys who were really 'out' to his community (meaning he wore flashy clothing, talked in a very feminine way, and was a bit of a man-whore.) He'd been gunning for Robin every since he'd found out that he swung that way or rather, his way.

"Good to know." he replied, ignoring the last comment. Tyler only pouted, swishing his obviously highlighted blond hair over his shoulder.

The room that he entered was a lot larger than the sorry excuse outside, and was furnished quite well. Jack sat on the other side of a rather expensive looking table, a small laptop in front of him. He didn't even look up when he heard the door open, he already knew who it was. Besides, no one but Robin would walk into his room without permission, they would be shot dead before they even got out a word. The kid was different though, he wasn't to be messed with. You didn't sweat the petty things when it came to his little good luck charm.

"Robin, come in." Jack muttered with a frown, his forehead wrinkling as he finished typing something, before looking up. "Your early. I didn't expect you back until tomorrow."

"I decided to finish it early. I've got a few clients that need my immediate attention." Robin grinned and threw an item on the table, in front of him. "Nothing can be traced to either of us, just make sure the money is in my account first thing in the morning. I don't want to have to come back here."

Jack grinned and lite a cigarette, motioning with his package if the kid wanted one. He shook his head no. "Don't worry, I'm a lucky man, I know you've gotten tons of clients higher up. Who knew you'd care about a little pisher like me, I'm honoured. I wouldn't jeopardize that."

Robin smirked. "Slumming it from time-to-time isn't too bad, a nice breath of fresh air. I don't have to deal with all the technical bullshit when it comes to smaller organizations."

Jack barked out a laugh, his face breaking out into a smile as he gazed upon the item on his desk.

"Well, get outta here kid, I know you have other things to do." The man grinned, before throwing a black case at the black-clad form that he'd pulled form a desk drawer. Robin with his quick reflexes caught the case, looking at it curiously.

"What's this?"

"Six black icicle throwing knives. I got 'em special from a buddy of mine. I'm more of a bullet to the head kind of guy, but I know you like your sharp toys." Jack said with a grin.

"Thanks."

"Think nothin' of it." The man said, gazing at his prize. Robin quietly let himself out, noticing that Tyler was gone as well.

Robin owned a small apartment in the busiest section of Jump City: downtown. Sure he had a few small bases around the world, for different aspect of work, he also had enough money to live like a king for the rest of his natural born life, but he liked to keep on the down-low. It wouldn't do well for the public to know that they lived among a world-renowned assassin. No, best not to muddy those waters.

He stripped off, what he classified as his uniform, and took a long shower. Lately he'd been getting rather easy jobs, feeling as though he'd been following danger for so long, it was time for a break. He couldn't have been more wrong. He loved the thrill of a good chase and job well-done, sure, but nothing could top the exhilarating feeling of executing a perfectly sound plan, the rush of adrenaline as he pulled off a successful heist, or the way he felt on a high when he ducked from gun-fire and weaponry, to his destination, knowing that he had won the game.

Killing people, he was good at, but it wasn't everything. He liked the thrill and the chase even more. Death just happened to have to come with the job. Robin did it skilfully and with precision each time, but it wasn't something he thrived from. He didn't have to kill.

The shower finished, Robin decided to read up on his next clients, having not worked for them before. They were a rather well-known and expanded organization, everything had tight security and a rather interesting track record. It didn't take the teen long to hack through the system and glance at the more classified information. Unfortunately, it said nothing about his part or mission. But, it always helped to read up on the companies executives; corporate businessmen were crooked to begin with, but criminal businessmen? Enough said.

He printed out the files and brought them out into the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee as he read over the information.

A week later found Robin standing in a small conference room. He was leaning against a round grey table, arms crossed, eyes closed behind his sun-glasses. He was waiting for his clients to grace him with their high-paying, stuck up the ass, presence.

Rich folk, idiots all of them…but they pay very well, so I suppose I can't kill all of them. Robin grinned evilly.

The door suddenly opened and four people strolled inside. Robin glanced backwards, noticing that three of the men who entered were clad in blue business suits. But the other man, who stood at least a foot taller than them, was wearing army pants, tucked into steel-toed combat boots, his shirt was black and tucked into the pants, a silver steel belt with a lot of pockets attached, vaguely reminding the teen of his own, there were also numerous belts and buckles that had more pockets attached, clipped on and over his torso and back.

The man's face was rugged and defined with muscle, with a five-o'clock shadow, a frown set on his features. His right eye was covered in an eye patch, but his other eye was a greyish blue color. His white hair was shaggy, but short. Overall, the man looked rather lethal, with muscles bulging out in every direction. But, the teen knew he could take him.

Robin snorted to himself, everyone turning their attention to the already waiting teen, and quickly closed the door.

"I don't appreciate waiting." The teen spoke out, turning towards them. "I trust you have a good reason. If not, I might take my talents somewhere else."

There was a cough from the taller of the three, but Robin ignored it.

"No need for hostilities, young Robin." The first businessman said. "My name is Dominic, and these are my colleagues, Mr. Brannon, and Mr, Taylor."

Robin hummed in acknowledgement, nodding to each of them. He moved off the table and sauntered over to the men.

"He doesn't look like the typical organization scum I deal with, who is he?" Robin spat at Dominic, motioning at the tall man. "Don't tell me he's the hired help." he added with a smirk.

Said man stepped forward in front of them and sized Robin up, staring at him intently.

"Slade Wilson." Slade purred, a grin pushing on to his features. "I am most assuredly not the hired help, at least the ones that would file paperwork and man the phones. Best left to the younger more inexperienced generation of brats." he added mockingly.

"Death stroke the Terminator?" Robin asked curiously, ignoring the other comment, turning towards the three men who looked on interestedly. "I don't need help from an old timer, gentlemen, especially one who doesn't know the difference from a firearm and a walking cane."

There was suddenly a small silver pistol pressed against the teen's head, Robin stared silently at the metal gun, before grinning and ducking quickly, spinning around and slamming his foot into the man's gut. Slade grunted and took a step back, before the gun was swatted out of his hands.

"I rest my case." Robin said smugly. But, he didn't have time to gloat, for he was promptly thrown square across the room and into the opposite wall. As he slide from the wall, and on to the floor, he flipped on to the table and gripped a shuriken in his hand poised and ready to attack, just as Slade held a throwing knife, the same defensive pose as he held.

"Gentlemen, please, there is no reason to fight." Dominic said, rather fearful. He didn't want a bloodbath on his hands. "We require the assistance from both of you. This is a high risk job, that cannot fail. We did not want to take any chances, and why not bring in the best, to get the job done?"

Both glaring parties stepped down from their respective weapons, placing them away for the moment. Robin crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on the table, while Slade leaned against the wall beside him arms crossed as well. The duo looked towards the three men.

"Start talking." The teen commanded.

Everyone sat around the small table, while Dominic stood in front of a projector that was displaying a blue print of some type of weapon.

"As you can see, this is just the proto-type of the weapon, the real one is in one of our opposing, companies…"

"We're stealing it?" Robin wanted to know, his arms crossed.

"In a sense yes. But it is far more complicated than that." Dominic sighed.

"You want us to exterminate the creator." Slade spoke up.

All three men stared at him.

"Ah, I get it. You want the weapon for yourself, but without all the repercussions of having the real inventor alive." Robin mused, his eyes closed. "That might take a little work, you can't just kill someone off without anyone asking questions."

"That's why we are hiring you both." Taylor grinned. "As my colleague said, that weapon is just a proto-type. We are unsure of where the real one is, but it is mandatory that we are in possession of it."

"But, if the weapon is already in production, couldn't there be hundreds, even millions of these things already?" Robin asked with a frown. "If you suddenly started manufacturing the same one, wouldn't people jump to conclusions?"

"There is just one. If you do not include the proto-type." Dominic chuckled. "The weapon is ready to go into production, if my sources are correct, within the next week."

"What of the others?" Slade spoke up again. "If production is vastly approaching, would there not be others involved?"

The three men grinned sheepishly, and another picture on the screen was shown of five men.

"The project was rather small, only six individuals were working on or even knew about it's creation." Taylor explained, running a hand through his hair.

"We're killing them all, aren't we?" Robin asked a bit peeved. "Seems like a lot of trouble for such a thing."

"The weapon will generate a considerable amount of revenue. Thousands of military services and governments will pay millions of dollars to get their hands on this." Dominic continued the explanation.

Robin sighed to himself and removed his sunglasses. There were a few gasps, but he didn't pay them any attention. Sure, his eyes were a rather startling shade of blue that seemed to radiate, but they were just eyes.

"You already have the blue prints, why not just manufacture it yourself? Would it not be easier?" The teen asked quietly.

"We do not want any competition. Along with killing these men and obtaining the necessary item as well as the proto-type, we want you to destroy all the files on their hard drives, any evidence that it exists, after backing them up on to our computers naturally. We don't want anyone snooping, and even if they do, we don't want there to be any traces to track." Taylor spoke this time.

Robin bit his lip and thought about the mission.

"You will be rewarded quite handsomely. We have no doubt in your talents and have no fear of failure." Brannon spoke for the first time. "That is why we are hiring you, of course. You're the best in your own respective fields."

"I require three million: half now and the rest upon delivery." Slade said blankly.

They all nodded and turned to Robin who pursed his lips. "Same."

"Then its settled." Dominic grinned. These two didn't come cheap, but when it came down to it, they would be making billions of dollars on this weapon, so it wasn't a matter of money.

"Here are the folders, along with two cell phones, which are untraceable, that you may reach us with, should you have any further questions. We are unsure of the whereabouts of the actual creator, but his advisors and technicians are easily found. Anyways, the folders contain any information you might need." Taylor said handing both of them the necessary items. Both parties nodded their heads.

"Remember, you have one week before production."

"Yeah yeah, shut up." Robin mumbled, but no one heard, save for Slade who smirked.

"How far is your place from here?" Robin asked once they were in the hallway. He'd had a partner only twice in his career, back when he was just starting out. They had both stayed at his place, so he wasn't too worried, he just didn't want this guy to give him any problems.

"It's a few miles from here, about a twenty minute drive."

"I think it would be best to stay at my place, not that I'm too happy about that." Robin growled, mumbling the last part.

"I will require to go home first, what is your address? I will be there within' the next few hours." Slade said as they left the building and made their way down to the parking garage.

Robin made his way over to his black Yamaha YZF-R6 motorcycle, one of the only things he allowed himself to splurge on. He just loved his little gadgets. Besides, it was so worth the money.

The teen told the man the address and mounted his motorcycle, replacing his sunglasses over his eyes, giving the man a look, before taking off out of the place, never looking back.

Robin had spread out his entire folder contents on any surface that he could reach, dressed in sweat pants and a black tank top, a cup of coffee held in his hand, a pen in his right hand, marking down any thing that came to mind, or questions he had, on the columns of the pages.

There was a knock on the door, and the teen quickly jumped up to answer it. There was a small built in monitor by the door, that he could see Slade standing there, a small suit case and duffle bag in hand, wearing the same thing he had on earlier. Robin had to be sure, and looking through the peep-hole when someone could have a gun there, was just idiotic. He'd had the camera installed so he would be able to see who would be entering.

He unlocked the three locks and typed in a four digit password, and the door swung open.

"Hey." Robin said dully, turning around and making his way back towards the kitchen counter. "Want some coffee?"

"That would be lovely." Slade said, taking in the place. The place was a good cover, he would admit. The apartment building itself was pretty run down, but the kids apartment was state of the art. Fine-tuned with all the latest technology.

"Although these people are idiots, you really shouldn't come in through the front door." Robin muttered, pouring another cup of coffee.

"I didn't. I drove into the underground parking and took the elevator upstairs. I made sure no one saw me."

Robin huffed but said nothing more of the subject, motioning towards a door next to the kitchen.

"This is the spare bedroom. Make yourself comfortable." When Slade said nothing, and only went into the room, slamming the door, Robin stuck his tongue out. "Fuck you too then."

Robin decided to take a break from the papers. He wanted to stretch a little bit, so decided to by the panoramic window, that slide open to a small deck. He pulled the curtains open and the view of downtown met his orbs. He smiled when the sun beat down on his form, warming him up. The teen loved the sun. He was glad that he lived in Jump, since it was almost always warm out. Sometimes too hot, but on days like today, he just wanted to bask in it.

Robin slid the window open and stepped out onto the deck, leaning against the railing that was twenty floors from the ground. The small breeze ruffled his raven-hair.

"Nice view." Slade said from behind him.

Robin tilted his head back and noticed the man had the coffee he had poured in his hand, and had changed into his own black jeans and white T-shirt.

"It's not too bad." Robin mumbled, turning back, staring down at all the cars and people going about their day. "Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, if you are hungry." he added thoughtfully.

"What happened to the enraged teenager from earlier? Don't tell me you grew a heart." Slade smirked. The teen rolled his eyes.

"I figured that, if I have to see your face every day for a week, I might as well get used to the concept and get over the fact that I hate working with partners." Robin grinned, pushing past the man. "Leave that open, I like the breeze." he muttered as they both entered the apartment.

"Don't believe for one second that I am at all happy about the arrangement either." Slade snorted, sitting down on the other side of the counter, nursing his coffee, glancing at the papers strewn about.

"I'm sure you're more than happy about the cost of this little operation. What's another three million added to your piggy bank?" Robin grinned, despite himself. The teen shuffled around in his cupboards, knowing that there was a bag of pretzels somewhere.

"Yes, naturally…" Slade agreed. "Perhaps I am merely unhappy with my current, talent less partner."

Robin chuckled. He knew the man was trying to get a rise out of him, but he was more mature than that. He gave a cry of triumph when he located the bag of pretzels and grinned wickedly at his companion.

The man only arched an eyebrow.

"Let's get to work."

"Fine, fine, take all of the fun out of this." Robin muttered, sitting in his own chair.

"Our first target is Aaron Jones." Slade said, looking over the paper carefully.

"Yes, says here that he was second in command of the chief. Which would make sense, considering no one has ever seen the actual inventor, he'd have this man do all his work for him." Robin mused, munching on his treat. He glanced at the paper, and then looked at the picture. The man had dirty-blond hair and a rather muscular face, his mouth set into a firm frown. "Doesn't he look happy…" he added in a fake cheerful way.

Slade chuckled slightly, taking a sip from his coffee.

"Wife and a kid." The one-eyed man spoke. "The son is in middle school and the wife works in a hotel cleaning rooms."

"Guess that means we're killing him away from the home." Robin mused out loud with a frown.

"Oh, and why is that? It would be easier to gain access to his files so that we can burn them to a disk and destroy the evidence."

"Yeah, but I don't want the family to get in the way. I would rather not kill more than I have to." The teen huffed, taking a look at another page.

"A bit fickle, aren't we?"

"No, I just don't see the use in making more of a mess!" Robin defended himself. "Maybe we should make the killings look like accidents or at least with this one, because there is no way I'm killing a little kid, that's just low."

"He's twelve…" The man said dryly.

"Yeah, a little kid."

"Have you ever killed a child?"

Robin hesitated. "Well, yeah, I mean…but if its avoidable, I try not to."

"How noble of you." The older of the two shook his head. "You're going to make this difficult, aren't you?"

Robin smiled. "Well, if I didn't, how would I drive you crazy?"

"I'd say your accomplishing that already."

"Asshole."

"I try."

An hour later, they were done with looking through all the files, having drained the entire coffee pot of it contents. Robin ruffled his hair slightly, his stomach rumbling something fierce. The bag of pretzels having done nothing for his appetite. Slade was writing something down on a piece of paper, looking rather concentrated.

"I'm going to order a pizza." The teen said out of the blue, picking up his untraceable cell phone.

"You actually eat that stuff?" The man scowled, but didn't look away from his paper.

"Not usually, but I'm not in the mood to cook." Robin snorted, looking through a menu of a local pizza place a little ways from his apartment.

"I hope your laziness in here doesn't affect the way you work out there." Slade said, motioning with his head towards the window.

"I do my job efficiently." The teen glared. "Not all of us are cold-hearted bastards, like you." he added with his own scowl. He hated defending himself to this man, it just pissed him off like nothing else. He'd only know the one-eyed brute for a few hours and already he was getting under his skin.

Slade snorted, but kept quiet, and for some reason that made Robin even angrier.

I never loose my cool, I have to get a grip on myself.

The teen ordered the pizza, choosing a meat lovers, giving the address. For times like these, he was rather glad that this place had a lobby. It meant the delivery person didn't have to come to his door, but rather meet them in the apartment lobby downstairs.

Robin glanced at the man sitting at the table, continuing to go over documents, writing random things down every once in a while.

"What are you writing about anyways?"

"Ideas." Slade muttered, like he didn't want to talk.

"Mind letting me in on them?" Robin asked dryly.

The one-eyed man said nothing.

The teen glared. If he didn't know any better, he'd think the bastard was purposely trying to get on his nerves.

"Slade?" he tried again, only getting a grunt in response.

Robin huffed and turned away, fine, let him be that way. He picked up all his files and brought them over to the coffee table in the living room, deciding that he would do this his own way. If the man didn't want to let him in on his ideas, he'd damn well ignore him.

The buzzer to his apartment rung, and the teen quickly made his way downstairs, not even casting a glance at Slade who had been busy making another pot of coffee. The pizza man gave the teen a grin as he left him a pretty decent tip, and both left.

His stomach growled rather loudly this time, indicating that it wanted food. The smell from his dinner wafted into his nose and he tried not to drool.

"Hey, I got the--what are you doing?" Robin glared, as he entered the apartment, noticing that the man had decided to go through his things. He was currently holding up a photo album that had a few pictures in it, something that the teen had been meaning to get rid of, but usually forgot about.

"This is Bruce Wayne?" Slade questioned him blank-faced.

Robin set the pizza box on the counter, sauntered over to the man, grabbed the photo album, slammed it shut and turned away. If looks could kill…Slade would have been dead two times over.

"Don't go through my things." The teen glared, placing the album on the counter for now, until he found a safer place for it.

"Quite the equipment you have here." Slade said. When Robin gave him a questioning look, he decided to explain. "I found the indent in the wall, as well as the switch that opened up to reveal the rather impressive gym, if I do say so myself. Rather looks like a dojo."

The teen shrugged his shoulders. Just because the man was talking to him again, didn't mean he had to give in.

The older of the two came closer, just as the pizza box was opened, and grabbed a slice. Robin couldn't help but stare. What the hell was up with this guy? Maybe he was bi-polar or something. What did he really know about him anyways?

"Thought you didn't like pizza?"

"I never said that." Slade grinned at him. Robin mentally sighed, counted to ten, and decided that killing his partner was not a very good start to this fucked up partnership.

"So, you used to live with Bruce Wayne?"

"Mhmm."

"He didn't conform you?"

"What?" Robin said, slowing down in his eating to glance up at his partner.

"He seems quite fond of adopting young children and turning them into his sidekicks, or were you unaware that he is Batman?" Slade kindly informed him, leaning back against the Lazy-Boy he was sitting in.

"I was aware, and he tried, where do you think I learned to fight?"

"How does an orphan brat go from being the ward of Bruce Wayne to an assassin?" Slade wanted to know, his single eye piercing the teen's narrowing blue.

"Don't we have work to do?" Robin reminded him, feeling uncomfortable about the subject. He didn't like to talk about his childhood. He'd made his choices and didn't regret them one bit.

"I'm curious." The man shot back. "Besides, we have plenty of time, as I have already planned our first killing."

"You have?" The teen blinked. "And I know what your doing. Learning the opponent, reading up on him, as it were. I'm not going to spill my secrets to you, just because you demand it. You're barking up the wrong tree." he added with a growl.

"…or perhaps the right one."

"Just tell me your idea, and I might consider it." Robin glared, arms crossed.

Slade couldn't help but grin. This kid really wasn't afraid of him. The man didn't know if that enraged or amused him. Most people he did business with knew not to cross him. But, this infuriating, cocky brat had managed what most people hadn't. To speak to him freely without consequence.

"Wouldn't want to make it too easy on you." The older of the two said, eye gleaming dangerously. The teen rolled his eyes.

But, he always liked a challenge. This was fresh, new, exciting. Right up his ally.

A/N: I've always wanted to read a story like this, where Robin was already an assassin and you can already get over issues like Hero vs. Villain and right and wrong. I really hope that you enjoyed the beginning. I have been working on this story since the end of my Date-universe, so there is already a few chapters of it. So, I know relatively what is going to happen.

I don't plan on updating this story again until Vacation is through. I just wanted to put this up and let you take a look for yourself, just to tell me what you think. If I should continue or not. I've already got up to chapter 5 finished! So, I already know what is basically going to happen.

Drop me a review and let me know what you think!

/Jayto