When Tim began to wake up he thought at first that the meeting had been just a vivid dream, and that he was in his room waking up. This illusion was shattered when he opened his eyes. He was strapped to a bed in what appeared to be a hospital room. All too soon he became aware that just like the night on the roof he was not alone. Sitting in a chair facing him was the man called Deathstroke. Before he could even open his mouth to ask where he was the man began to speak. "No doubt you're wondering where you are, and perhaps more importantly why your here. Well, the first question is both simple and rather complicated, and the second, well that's going to depend on you in a way. The simple answer to the first question is that you are at the med-bay in the training academy of the Light. Quite likely you are wondering both what the complicated part is and what I mean by the Light?" The mans voice was soothing but the words he was saying were anything 's mind was ringing with questions, thankfully it appeared that Deathstroke was about to explain quite a few of them. "The Light has many descriptions, to some it is a nightmare, to others a dream come true, some consider it their employer, others their religion. In short it is a organization made and run by criminals, it's of course different to all who know of it. To me, it is nothing more than a paycheck, to you however it is your new home." Finally, Tim seemed to regain his voice as he exclaimed, "what the hell do you mean? My home is in Gotham, not wherever the hell this is!" For some reason this seemed to amuse the man even further. " Well according to the admittance slip your parents signed your new home is 'Happy Harbor, Rhode Island. Apparently they felt that you needed to connect with some distant relations who live here. By the way, it's so nice to finally meet you nephew"! To say Tim's mind was blown would be an extreme understatement however before Tim could come up with any kind of response Deathstroke suddenly started chuckling. "Nah, not really, but the paper work does say that your living with your 'uncle' Slade Wilson. Now comes the explanation of why you are here, and truly that depends on you. What do you mean it depends on me, I'd rather not even be wherever the hell this place is, he exclaimed angrily. Well, first of all I already said where this is, it's a town called happy harbor, or at least very near it and second I mean that the decision your about to make is going to decide why you are here." The man suddenly seemed to straighten up and his voice grew more grim. "Right now you will make the most important decision of your life. It has been decided by the leaders of the light that your intelligence is of a high enough level that it would be best for you to join us of your free will. So we are giving you the offer of joining the light as a apprentice to one of our best specialists." For a minute Slades voice seemed to gain a small tone of smugness or pride. "And what if I don't want to join a organization of criminals or be an apprentice to one of them?" Though he was nearing petrified at all the information he had been given Tim was unable to stop the tone of defiance from leaking out. "If that is the case then we will be forced to...persuade you to come to our way of thinking, however I should warn you that the procedure is both painful and very much permanent. If we are forced to use this method you will no longer be the child who watched heroes swing through the sky nor will you be the genius who managed to escape the watchful eye of the batman, instead you will be nothing more than a machine fit for nothing more than receiving and accomplishing missions that we decide for it. I assure you this is not an existence I would wish for anyone, especially not someone with your potential. So with the choices in front of you I'll give you a little time to decide. As he said this he rose from the chair he was sitting in and began to walk out of the room.
As soon as the door closed Tim began to try to get out of his straps, but he quickly gave that up as he couldn't move an inch more than they let him. As soon as he realized he couldn't get out he began to wonder if he really had any choice at all. After all he decided with the option of becoming an apprentice at least he would gain skills that might allow him to escape one day. To tell the truth as soon as he was offered the apprenticeship a small part of him wanted to say yes just so he could become part of the world that his heroes lived in, this didn't mean that he wanted to become a villain but he truly couldn't think of any other option. His only other option was being turned into some mindless drone that would do whatever it's master commanded of it and that was of course no option at all.
In about five minutes time Deathstroke walked back into the room and returned to his chair. "Am I right in assuming that the Light has a new apprentice to train" he asked. Tim took a breath and gave the only answer he could. "You are."
Hi this is the waunderer just wanted to clarify a few things.
First, I know some of you will notice that Deathstroke is being extremely OC this is because he took control when I was writing his dialogue and made him that way. He will still be serious at a lot of times but I see him as being much more relaxed when he's not killing someone or fighting Batman. And second this is just in case anyone wondered Tim is around eleven years old, the Robin he saw was Jason who may or may not be dying in this fic. That's all for now. Ciao!