More Drabble. Slade and Robin and the Titans are (c) to DC Comics. Also please please drop me a review, give me some ideas on what you like or what you'd like to see next. I'm open to suggestions.

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It was a sunny day in Paris. Most people his age would be out exploring the city. But no, not him. He was stuck here at this stupid little cafe, sitting next to Slade as he and one of his contacts went on and on about something. Good old days? He didn't know, nor cared to know. He was bored. He was stuck in Paris with Slade of all people!? How had he gotten himself into all this he had no clue, oh right... The Titans were being held hostage by the Brotherhood of Evil, he got out. Just him. And of all people he had somehow gotten help from, was his nemesis. Hell he didn't even know why Slade was helping him, but he wasn't going to complain... well ok he did complain. A lot. Robin bet Slade didn't like the Brotherhood being in town, probably interfered to much into his own plans. Hence him helping out his favorite Titan.

Why Paris? Slade said he had to gather up a few things, contact a few people that apparently had a issue with the Brotherhood as well. As far as Slade was concerned when this was going down it was absalutly going to stay down.

Robin sighed. Slade's "friends" phone rang, he picked it up and excused himself. The Criminal looked at his young companion. "Why don't you go for a walk, I'm sure you of all people won't get lost. We can pick a spot to meet up later."

"And leave all the planning to you and your friend, I don't think so."

"We haven't even begun to plan anything yet and when we do start you can rest assured you would be greatly involved."

"You say that now Slade."

"Think what you like Robin."

The boy crossed his arms and glared at the criminal. Although no one would ever know it without his mask on and the whole ensemble of Deathstroke. It was one of the things they agreed on, if they were going to do this they would have to travel a bit first and it would be incrediably bad to travel together as Deathstroke the Terminator and Robin the boy wonder. What the media would think up is beyond anything that Robin wanted to deal with. It didn't matter much anyways, during Robins so called "apprenticeship" Slade discovered his true identity, and Robin unmasked his nightmare. They had seen one another before. With no masks and nothing to hide.

So here they were in casual attire talking big talk about taking down the Brotherhood of Evil. Why the hell didn't he just go to Bruce? Oh yea, Bane took out his back of all things. Batman couldn't excist anymore. So that left... yep... Slade.

"I think we're on to something here." Slades old chum had returned from his phone call. "Oh?" The mastermind sounded intrigued.

"I just talked to Gus, that brat knows all the ins and outs of every god damned organization in the world. He may have us an in."

Robin's interest was piqued. "An in?"

"Yea kid, an in. Now I saw we take this conversation elsewhere, don't want the locals or anyone else snooping in on our little conversation eh?"

"Agreed." was the only thing Slade said before tipping the waitress and waltzing off in the direction of the hotel they were staying at. Robin tailed behind the two men. Who Slades so called friend was... he had no clue, although he had a odd sense that if he had stayed as Slades apprentice he would of known much more about the criminals little allies.

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So they had an operative on the inside, someones who's been digging around the Brotherhoods little base for some time now. The only problem was this 'in' was already working for someone else, but if this Gus character that Slades friend had come to trust was to actually be trusted then this "in" would help them out as well.

The only thing they would have to do now was make contact. "Perfect." he thought with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. He didn't want to get involved with the lunacy of the underworld, the criminals and all the private armies out there. But it looked like he had no choice now. He had to get the Titans away from the clutches of the Brotherhood, and if this contact could get them in and out then so be it. For now he had to put his faith into a few criminals. It didn't sit well with him, but it was all he had.

"You ready to go Robin?" Slade was already in his get up. "Yea..." Robin nodded. He didn't like the idea of being in black, he already missed his bright colors but again, Deathstroke being seen with Robin wasn't so much of a good idea.

"Our ally for the time being has stated that all your little friends have been frozen, the ice they have used isn't your usual glacier variety. It's a little something special they have seemed to have whipped up just for the Titans. Apparently they plan to keep them as trophies."

The mere thought sickened him. Robin put on his mask and stood up. "Let's go." Slade nodded and turned and left for the door. Robin followed. He would get his friends back, even if it ment going to get help from Slade, he'd get them back.

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-Fangs