AN: Hello lovely readers and welcome to the sequel to Mending the Broken! I know this took way longer than I said I would but honestly I didn't have any inspiration for this story but now I do! Just a quick warning: this story will not update as fast at the last one as I have gotten much busier since I wrote Mending. I will promise one chapter a week, maaaybe 2, depends on how busy I am during the week. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

Oh for those of you following Turtle Justice, sorry about the delay there, it's going on a temporary hiatus for now… it will continue though, don't worry about that.

For those of you who haven't read Mending, I suppose you don't really need to read it, but it would help.

This story takes place after the Teen Titans In Tokyo movie, in other words; about 3 years after Mending and Robin and Starfire are an official item :D


Chapter 1

Masked, blue eyes opened to a world of white only to immediately slam shut in pain as bright white light accosted them. The lids remained squeezed shut for a few minutes as the pain died down before slowly opening again and then blinking rapidly as the irises adjusted to let the right amount of light in and saw… white.

White ceiling, white fluorescent lights. Masked, blue eyes slid to the left… and then to the right… and only took in more white.

'Huh?'

Dark hair lifted off a soft surface and blue eyes widened behind the mask as the saw that he was tied down to a bed and his usual bright, colourful costume had been replaced by a white long-sleeved t-shirt and white track-suit pants, his feet and hands were bare. He was also strapped to the bed with white restraints.

'Someone has a thing for white… Where am I?'

He tried to wiggle free of his restraints but the restraints we strong and tight; he wasn't going anywhere.

The room was eerily quiet, with no sound save for his own, slow breathing. Blue eyes slid shut as he tried to think of the last thing he remembered but could only come up with vague images and sounds-a flash of light, a boom and a screaming of his name-not exactly a good combination of memories to ever have.

He thought he might have been caught in an explosion and gotten separated from his team and then… what? Kidnapped by some madman? He supposed it wouldn't be the first time, but it sure hadn't happened in a long time. Who, he wondered, had taken him this time? And for what purpose? To blackmail his team perhaps? Or his father? It had been a long time since he'd been kidnapped for the latter reason but that did not put it out of the question. He could even be dealing with some new villain with a thing for white; he definitely didn't know any villains with a thing for white…

His thoughts were cut off by the sudden introduction of a sudden noise. Lids flew open as blue eyes flew around what he could see of the room in search of the source of the sound but could find none. It seemed as if it was coming from all directions. Static; and it was getting louder, he wanted to lift his hands to cover his ears but the white restraints made that impossible.

White. White ceiling, white walls, white clothes, white restraints and the noise, static was sometimes referred to as white noise. White, white, white, white. Something about it was ringing a bell in his mind but he couldn't quite reach it. The noise was now threatening to overwhelm him and he was quickly losing his composure; his breathing picked up speed and he strained against his restraints, wanting nothing more to get away from the noise.

Then, as suddenly as it came the noise stopped, leaving only a ringing in his ears, and in that instant he knew what was happening. Whoever had kidnapped him was subjecting him to white torture. He had read about it once as a part of his training. It was a type of psychological torture, he remembered now, that included extreme sensory deprivation and isolation, he swallowed hard; it was used to cause victims to lose their personal identity through long periods of isolation.

Suddenly he had a sneaking suspicion of who might be behind this. He could think of only two people who would want him to lose his personal identity. The M.O. didn't really fit either of his suspects but they were both so unpredictable that he wouldn't be surprised if it was either of them.

He thought he heard a door open and close somewhere beyond his field of vision but when no one appeared for a long moment he thought he may have imagined it. He was proved wrong, however, by a sudden invasion of colour to his left. The sudden appearance of orange of black contrasted so strongly with the white of the room that it hurt his eyes to look at the man leaning over him.

"Slade." He hissed; his breath still not fully under control.

"Little Bird," the man addressed him, "Comfortable?"

"Let me go and I'll show you just how comfortable I am!" he sneered in reply

"Tsk, tsk," the man tutted, "That attitude of yours has always been a problem but no matter, soon it will no longer be a problem."

"What do you want, Slade?"

"The same thing I've always wanted, boy, and this is how I will get it. A few months in here and you will be mine."

"I will never be yours!"

"You say that now but soon…"

"Soon my friends will find me and then I will personally take delight in kicking your butt."

Slade chuckled, "They'll never find us here. We're not even in your little city any more. Your uniform and your communicator were incinerated back in Jump City, they have no way of finding you and neither does the Bat. You are all alone here and soon you won't even remember them. Then, when you have forgotten them and you are a shell of who you are now, I will help you build your mind back up and you will be the perfect apprentice."

"No." Robin denied, shaking his head vehemently

"Oh yes. From now on you are not Robin, you have no name, no family, no friends. You. Are. Nobody."

"NO!"

Slade didn't reply, he simply turned and walked away. As soon as the door closed the static started again and Robin squeezed his eyes shut shook his head hard.

'No, he's wrong. I am Robin. My name is Richard John Grayson. Bruce and Alfred are my family and so are my friends: Cyborg, Raven, Beast Boy and Starfire. I won't forget them! I won't!"

He tried to focus on his friends and family but the noise was just too much, it was getting too loud and he couldn't focus on anything else.

'Bruce,' he sobbed silently, 'I just want to go home... please...'