AN: Random story idea. Will explain more of the plot in the next chapter. This is just the random scene that came to mind last night and I decided to run with it. Deathstroke is Slade, and Nightwing is Robin for those who don't keep up with that stuff. Set in the future where the titans have already broken up and Robin's been Nightwing for about three years now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.

Nightwing didn't have any other choice as he ran forward yanking the balding, overweight man to his feet. The man looked at Nightwing's frantic state in alarm.

"What's-" He begin to ask, but Nightwing had already opened the compartment door. The man screamed gripping onto the seats for support. Nightwing grabbed the man and shoved him forward out the compartment door. His screams begin to grow softer as he fell from 3,000 feet in the sky. Without a second thought, Nightwing grabbed a parachute and strapped himself in before jumping out of the plane as well. Nightwing drove through the air aiming his body to fall faster to catch up with the man he'd just thrown out of the plane. The man was screaming and flailing as he fell. Nightwing got close enough and gripped the man tightly around the waist, to which the man gladly held fast to Nightwing, and then he pulled the cord. It took all of Nightwing's strength not to drop the man as the parachute pulled up for a moment before descending back down at a slower rate. The man continued screaming in Nightwing's arms all the way until they landed on the ground. The man cowered in the sand from his traumatic event of being thrown out of an airplane, but Nightwing knew there wasn't enough time to let him recover. He yanked the man up quickly.

"Run! Just run!" Nightwing screamed at the man shoving him forward into the dense wilderness. The man stumbled, falling forward onto his face. Nightwing wanted to scream at the man's lack of survival skills, but simply yanked the man back to his feet keeping hold of one of his hands as he begin to run forward into the trees.

"Are you crazy?!" The man shouted fighting Nightwing's grip on his arm to keep from moving forward, but Nightwing resorted into half dragging the man deeper into the forest. "You shoved me out of a plane!" The man screamed.

"I caught you with a parachute, didn't I?" Nightwing shouted back defensively and continued to drag the man forward.

"But, you're missing the point! YOU SHOVED ME OUT OF A DAMN PLANE!" The man shouted. Suddenly there was a streak in the sky above them before a huge explosion of a crashing plane went off. The man froze in fear and Nightwing was forced to pause with him.

"That plane?" Nightwing asked looking back at the man annoyed and pointing to the smoke and flames rising from the distance on the island. "You sure you wanted to stay in that plane?" The man finally seemed to give up fighting seeing the severity of the situation and tried instead keeping up with Nightwing's pace, which wasn't very easy. Within a minute, the man was huffing and puffing, clearly not used to having to run for his life.

"I d-don't understand." The man sputtered. "W-What's going on?!"

"Not now!" Nightwing growled and continued to plunge deeper and deeper into the woods. "Just shut up and run!"

Finally after about thirty minutes, the man spoke again, with labored breathes. "I-I th-think we- l-lost-whatever- we- w-were- run-ing from!" The man panted. "P-Please! Stop!"

Nightwing slowed down his pace into a walk. "We've got to keep moving. I doubt he's too far behind, but we can take a slower pace right now." Nightwing too was breathing heavily as he continued to guide the man.

"W-Who's- he?" The man demanded.

"Deathstroke." Nightwing replied without missing a beat. "He's been assigned to take you out."

"Deathstroke?! The- Terminator?!" The man stumbled in his step.

"The one and only." Nightwing muttered darkly. The man looked close to fainting now. After being thrown out of a plane, watching the same plane crash, running for dear life, and then finding out the world's greatest assassin was after you, Nightwing didn't blame him, but him passing out would ensure their deaths. They had to keep moving. "Don't worry about it. I'll protect you." Nightwing promised. "But you've got to keep moving with me." This promise didn't seem to do much for the man, but he nodded and followed Nightwing as fast as he could trying to settle his breathing.

The sun set fast. Within the next hour they were on the island, it became almost too dark to see where they were going.

"We need to set up camp for the night or something." The man suggested. Nightwing rolled his eyes under his mask. The guy clearly didn't understand that night or day, Deathstroke would be tracking them. It was much better to keep moving in hopes of finding civilization or something on the island. Still, the guy clearly wasn't used to this and could probably use a break. The safest way to do that would be to climb the trees. At least up in the trees, it would be less likely that Deathstroke would see them.

"Okay, climb up this tree. As high as you can go." Nightwing instructed cupping his hands down to give the guy a boast to get up the tree. The guy hesitated before sighing and stepping up to get into the tree. After a very noisy climb, the man settled in the tree. Nightwing climbed up behind him settling on a branch lower than him. "Now, just keep quiet and we can rest for a while."

The man fell asleep within the next hour and Nightwing stayed up to keep watch. The next two hours went by quietly as well. But just when Nightwing was wondering if Deathstroke was really coming after them or not, he heard a faint noise. Nightwing immediately tensed. He kept hidden and didn't move carefully watching the ground for any movement. He didn't have to wait long. Suddenly Nightwing saw him, dressed in full uniform including that stupid two toned mask, Deathstroke walked into view. He had multiple weapons attached to his back and a pretty nasty looking gun in his hands. Nightwing remain silent, hoping Deathstroke would continue on his way without a second glance. If Deathstroke paused and begin looking around for them in this area, then Nightwing would have to get down and fight him, in hopes that he could take this man and that he'd get out of it alive.

Deathstroke paused a moment almost directly under Nightwing's tree listening. Nightwing tensed ready to take action and held his breath. After an agonizingly long moment, Deathstroke continued on. Nightwing watched him suspiciously, half expecting him to turn around and shoot them. But Deathstroke didn't turn around. He kept going. Nightwing slowly released his breath he'd been holding when he could no longer hear Deathstroke anymore. He'd wait like thirty minutes to keep Deathstroke away from the area, and then wake up the man to continue in the opposite direction as Deathstroke. They needed to get off this island. On this island away from people, it was going to be hard to protect the guy. He knew he had a better shot at protecting him in the city, where the man could hide amongst thousands of people. It was times like this when Nightwing wished he carried a cellphone or wished he was still on a team and could call them with the communicator. But Nightwing had been working alone for nearly three years. Even if he had a cellphone, he didn't know who he'd call to come get them, considering he didn't even know what island they were on. Still, he'd find a way. He'd promised to protect this man, and he would do just that, even if it cost him his life.

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