AN: very AU, as are most of my stories. I've played around with the characters a bit but tried to keep them canon.
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Thirteen-year-old Richard Grayson glared up at his captor, rage pulsing through his body. "You can't keep me here!" he shouted. "Batman will find me!"
"Mr. Wayne has better things to worry about than his little ward," scoffed Slade Wilson, crouching down before the boy. He was sure to be intimidating with his eyepatch, but the fact that he knew everything there was to know about the Wayne household made it even worse.
"I'm his son!" yelled Dick. He wasn't 'officially' Bruce's son, but basically he was...sort of. "Let me go, Slade! Let me go!"
"Why are you yelling that?" asked Slade, standing up. "I just kidnapped you. Screaming to be let go won't make me feel bad for you. You are here for a reason, Grayson. You are going to learn what it is to be an assistant to a master assassin. That being me."
Dick glared up, "Your assistant? I don't think so. You'd have to kill me and rip my heart out before I even gave it a thought."
"That could be arranged," smirked Slade, leaning against the stone wall of the basement. "Look, boy, give it up. I already know your identity, as well as Batman's, and I also know of your skill. For thirteen-years-old you are awfully small but you're strong and quick. I can use those abilities to assist me in my work."
"I won't help you. Even if you threaten my life," growled Dick, twisting his wrists against the ropes binding them behind his back.
"Hm, we'll see," said Slade, turning and starting up the basement stairs. "I'll be back. Eventually."
Dick sighed and put his head back. What had he gotten himself into this time? If only he hadn't tried to run away. That seemed to be a disease with him. He ran away at least once every two months. And every time Bruce would find him, spank him, and then everything went back to what was normal for the Wayne household.
Bruce, as the richest man in Gotham, had taken Dick in six years before and raised him as his own son, though never officially adopting him. Their butler, Alfred, who had raised Bruce, was a very kind but stern old man that didn't hesitate to correct Dick when needed. They all loved each other very much, but Bruce and Dick often found themselves in arguments which generally ended with Dick standing in the corner.
This time, though, after a particularly heated yelling match, Dick had run away and made it out of the woods behind Wayne Manor only to be grabbed by Slade, also known as Deathstroke the Terminator.
Bruce's alter persona, the Dark Knight of Gotham 'Batman', had been training Dick to be his assistant. Slade was a genius, though, and rich beyond compare and he had decided to capture the boy after learning of his frequent escapes.
Dick shook his head when he felt tears beginning to build up. He couldn't cry now! Slade hadn't even done anything to him yet! He was a teenager, for goodness sake! Oh how he missed Bruce. Why had he been so stupid?
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Slade looked up at the computer screen in front of him that held data and information on the boy wonder now sitting in his basement.
Richard Matthew Grayson. Thirteen-years-old. Alias 'Robin'. Strong points: fighting (knowledge in judo, jiu-jitsu, karate, tai kwon do); gymnastics; Partner of Batman 'aka Bruce Wayne'. Speaks fluent English, German, and Russian. Born Dallas, Texas; family killed in fire; current residence: Wayne Manor, Gotham City. School: Gotham Middle School - seventh grade; grade average - poor.
Slade leaned back and folded his hands, tapping his fingers together. The boy was skilled when it came to fighting crime, but seemed slow when applying his mind to academics. He was bilingual, though, which was quite a feat in itself. The kid was small for his age, but he was fast and graceful. Slade also knew that Dick was a bit of a comeback king and had spent plenty of time over Bruce Wayne's knee for his smart aleck remarks.
"Just who are you, Mr. Grayson?" Said Slade to himself. "I can't imagine someone with your skills is as dumb as you bring yourself across. Especially being bilingual. You can disable a bomb in eight seconds but you can't get a C average in Science."
"Quit mumbling to yourself and tell me what you plan to do with the boy."
Slade smiled and spun his chair to face the voice behind him. "Ah, Wintergreen," he greeted, nodding his head. "I thought you had disappeared." The elderly man sat across from Slade and folded his arms.
"What do you plan to do with the boy?" He repeated.
"I already told you," replied Slade. "Make him my partner. Train him in all that I know. Fight good with evil."
"And you truly think he will work with you?" scoffed the man.
"He will when I show him who is boss," nodded Slade, standing up. Wintergreen, a man of about sixty with white hair, also stood at looked Slade in the eye.
"Slade, you will not beat that child and give me blood to clean up," he said. "The boy is thirteen and you will treat him as such."
"I will do what is necessary," snapped Slade. "It is up to him, really. If he chooses to disobey me he will feel my wrath. If not, we shall get along fine."
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Slade descended the stairs and looked at the small boy sitting on the ground. Dick was really a rare gem. Not only was he incredibly talented, but he was good looking as well. His dark, curly hair was cut short showing off his brilliant green eyes, currently hidden by the fact that his knees were pulled up to his chest with his face buried in his hands.
"Richard," said Slade, his voice stern and commanding, "come here, boy." Dick jumped when he heard Slade's voice and scrambled to his feet. Slade stepped from the bottom stair and cocked an eyebrow, remembering he had left Dick tied up.
"I..." stuttered Dick, stepping backward.
"How did you get untied?" cut in Slade, eyeing the rope now lying on the ground. It had not been cut, nor frayed.
"I...I just got out of it," shrugged Dick, still backing up. He stopped when he hit the wall. "I...I don't know."
"Come over here," said Slade. He sensed the boy's hesitation and sighed, "I'm not going to hurt you."
The boy made a face, "Yeah, right. Deathstroke the Terminator isn't going to hurt me."
"Come here now, Grayson," growled Slade, sternly. Dick flinched a little at Slade's change in tone, but shook his head.
"No," he said. "I don't obey evil. Not even psychopath idiots like you."
Slade growled and strode forward, grabbing Dick by the collar. "No!" cried the boy, but Slade ignored him and hit Dick hard across the face. Dick would have fallen had Slade not been holding him. The boy looked up, blood dripping from his lip, and squinted at his captor in the dim light. "That all you got, Slade?"
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Please review and let me know how I can improve. I'm writing this on my iPod which leaves much to be desired so I'm sorry for spelling/grammar errors!