HEY! I know what you're thinking, and don't kill me. I've been incredibly busy. But fear not, loyal readers! School's out Thursday, therefore I promise to update HOPEFULLY on a weekly basis. No promises on the weekly part, but I will update sooner. On all three stories! Yeah go me!

Anyway, I wish to dedicate this chapter to GGCharms! Without her I never would have figured out how to upload a second chapter, let alone several different stories. Plus, she's helped me out with how to continue this story and a different one, which you should check out just saying.

Oh! Did you know I don't own Young Justice, or Cartoon Network, or DC comics, Or any characters. I only own the plot. Just thought I'd play Captain Obvious for a minute.

Lightning streaked across the ebony sky, sending a slender boy's shadow flying across the yard from where he sat, perched in between his cozy bedroom and the pouring outdoors.

He took one last look back, sighed, and then leapt down the two story building, landing gracefully on the mud. Lightning struck yet again, revealing the face within the shadows of the hood.

Dick.

As soon as the lighting was gone, he was stealthily running down the yard, staying in the shadows and avoiding the security cameras that he knew. He knew the exact positions of them, and he knew their blind spots.

Stealthily, he opened the garage just a crack. Just enough for him to get in, grab his motorcycle, and get out. Without starting it, he wheeled it down the long, muddy drive way.

When he reached the end, he looked back. This place had been home to him for almost five years, he had learned and trained here. It would be hard to leave it behind. But he had to. At least, for now. Surely, Bruce would understand.

He jumped on the now soaked seat of the bike, adjusting the stuffed backpack as he did. Starting the engine, he knew it wouldn't be long until Bruce saw the security footage of him sitting there.

He stared up at the camera, and waved before speeding off into the night.

He sat, perched upon a roof top of the tallest building in Gotham. The rain plastered his ebony hair to his face, soaking almost completely through his domino mask.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. His heart momentarily stopped, but then he figured it was just Batman, coming to bring him home.

"Batman, I'm not coming-" his voice was cut off as if a knife had been plunged through his words. Standing behind him wasn't Batman, but a different man.

A mask stared back at him, an orange and black mask with only one eye. He had a tall physique, and was much stronger than a normal human. His full, black body suit was nearly covered in weapons such as a sword, ammunition, knives, and guns.

"Hello, Robin." This man said. His voice was low, purring. Almost creepy.

As soon as the shock wore off, Robin attempted an escape maneuver. His hand grasped this stranger's forearm, pushing against it. However, the man was clearly skilled because he easily avoided the attack and pinned Robin's arms behind his back.

"Who are you?" Robin almost shouted.

"Oh, I'm much more interested in you. But if you must know, I go by Slade, but I'm also known as Deathstroke." He said into Robin's ear, his voice dripping with adrenaline.

He released Robin, backing away and standing with his hands behind his back, as if trying to converse with him.

Big mistake.

Robin flung three bird-a-rangs at the man, and threw a smoke pellet down. His first instinct was to call for help, but he couldn't. I don't need Bruce, or the League. I can handle this.

He hid in the shadows, waiting for the smoke to clear.

Big mistake.

Before he could react, a large, gloved hand reached out and grabbed him by the throat, and threw him to the ground. A huge, steel-toed boot slammed down on his chest and rested there.

"And I wanted to have a decent conversation with you." Deathstroke said.

"Well I'm sorry to disturb you. Maybe you'll be a little more turbed if you let me up!" Robin gasped out, almost unable to breathe.

I need to find out this guy's angle. He thought. What the hell does he want?

The boot was released from his chest, allowing him to fill his lungs to brim with oxygen. He rolled over onto his stomach, secretly glancing at the man from under his arms.

Slowly, he got to his feet. "What do you want, Deathstroke?" Robin asked, almost choking on sarcasm.

"Just, to provide you with an offer, if you will." He said, his stature relaxing almost completely. Robin, however, showed no sign of relaxing. "I know you were trying to flee the nest, Bird Boy. Was the Cave too crowded, or did Daddy Bats simply not treat you right?" he taunted.

Robin's eyes narrowed. "Shut up. That's not what happened." He said, grinding his teeth.

"It is. It is because he failed to see that you have much more potential than he gives you credit for." He sounded almost more than determined.

"No, it's not." Robin said, trying to keep his cool. "Where are you going with this anyway?"

"I'm saying, I've seen you fight. I know you could be so much more. Join me, Robin. Join me and so many doors will open up for you! You could be a legend! You could be feared!" He paused for a moment, taking extra notice of the temptation Robin couldn't hide on his face. He grinned beneath the words. "Join me and I'll make sure no one ever treats you like a sidekick again."

Robin couldn't lie to himself. That sounded amazing. He wanted all those things, and he was almost positive Deathstroke could see the temptation on his face. He was going to leave anyway, he had needed a break from everything here. Maybe this Deathstroke was the answer to all his problems.

Shut up, Brain! You know he's talking bull shit! Robin reprimanded himself mentally.

"No thanks, I'm good. I've got a pretty sweet deal with Batman." He replied, trying to sound like he couldn't care less.

"Did Batman teach you to lie? If so," he paused, looking at Robin from the side. "He failed horribly." Robin could hear the grin on his face.

"No. I don't want your crummy offer." Robin growled. He turned to walk away, only to feel the heavy hand on his shoulder once again.

"I'd like you to reconsider." He said. "If you do it, you can still be Robin. You can still live your normal life. You'll just come do errands for me every now and then." It was so tempting. Robin could taste the yes on his tongue just waiting to pop out.

He considered for more than a moment, and Deathstroke knew he wanted to. The silence practically said it all.

"I'll call you when I need you. Keep your comm. In. At. All. Times!" he commanded. And Before Robin could respond, he was gone.

Riding back home, Robin thought about his words.

You'll do a few errands for me every now and then. What sort of errands? Stealing? Killing? Robbing?

I am so going to regret this. He thought to himself as he pulled into the drive way. Maybe I just shouldn't do it. Maybe I should tell Bruce.

But he couldn't. If he told Bruce he would've had to explain how and why he was out late at night without Batman knowing. He would get in trouble just for that.

He couldn't just tell Bruce, 'I needed a break from you telling me what to do all the time and the team and being Robin so I was just going to leave without saying goodbye and come back when I felt ready.' Surely, Bruce would kill him.

He couldn't tell Bruce, but maybe he could tell Wally? Maybe.

Wally would keep it to himself, he knew that. And he would tell him what to do.

Yeah. I'll tell Wally. At this point, he was half mindedly climbing up the wall back into his window again. He looked at the clock and realized he'd need to be up in twenty minutes. And he was soaking wet.

He'd never get away with this.

Oh no! Robin got in with Slade! What ever will he do!

The sad thing is I know Robin would never do that. I just really thought it was an amazing idea.

Again, this entire chapter and idea is GGCharms! It was originally going to be a one shot, but she changed my mind. So thank you, I don't know what I would do without you!

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