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Ch. 2-Father Son Bonding

(Robin's POV)

I sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at my hands. They had scratches and bruises all over them, and my knuckles were disturbingly purple and bloody. When I tried to bend my fingers, sparks of pain shot through them, making me cringe. Gently, I laid my scratched palms back into my lap.

*Too much combat practice today,* I thought to myself. Unexpectedly, a tear rolled down my cheek. Before it could drop off my face, I quickly wiped it away. Staring at my now wet hand, I wondered why I was crying. Even though I already knew the answer.

It wasn't the fact that I was with Slade that was making me upset. Slade had been an exceptional mentor; he knew exactly what me weaknesses were, and worked with me day and night to help me conquer them. And there were props to helping one of the greatest criminal masterminds in Jump. All of the other villains that were so used to beating me up and deriding me were now mine to command; mine to order around. Plus, Slade did give free time, where I could do as I pleased, as long as people didn't notice that I was his accomplice; I was the one that was causing so much havoc in Jump.

No, it wasn't Slade. It was me. It was the fact that I still had good inside me, and that good was coming out in the worst of places. When Slade and I were raiding a technology company a week ago, I had hesitated, exposing us. We wouldn't have gotten caught, but it was still an outrage for the elusive Slade and his apprentice to be seen. They even got a picture of us on the newspaper. But what could I do? It was just like before, when I was on the side of good and evil crept up inside me. And I did miss helping people. Sure, I did get the thrill stealing, but I missed the satisfaction of knowing I helped someone; knowing that the world looked on me with respect.

Occasionally I would help people. In my free time, sometimes I would disguise myself and do simple good deeds; stopping mugs, preventing small scale thieveries, things like that. At first when I began to do this, I was worried that Slade would be furious. But the man simply let me be; he realized that it was pointless to try and smother the good in me. That would only distance us. And I didn't think he wanted to risk being any farther away from me than he already was. Slade, in truth, only had one rule. A rule I abided without question; without doubt.

Never speak to the Teen Titans.

It was a rule Slade had made known to me since the beginning of my time with him. If I were to ever come in contact with the Titans, I was to run away as fast as possible. And if they somehow managed to corner me, I was to fight to flee. As soon as I saw an opening, I was to break for it.

So far, I hadn't really made much contact with the Titans, so it was easy to follow. But I knew that day would come. That day when the Titans would finally get to me; when I would have no choice but to fight. And Slade knew it too.

That was alright though. Because when that day came, I would fight the Teen Titans with everything I had.

Suddenly the door to my room opened, jumping off the bed, I turned to face my mentor…my savior.

My master.

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(Slade's POV)

"At ease, Robin" I spoke, seeing that the boy was standing upright, straight as a soldier. My heart swelled as I saw him obediently sit back down on his bed. I never thought this day would come. Where the mighty boy wonder would belong to me, and would obey me without question. But with a few probes and some manipulation, I, and the other villains, had turned Robin to our side. Sure the boy himself wasn't broken yet, but that would take time. If I broke him too early, then he would heal crookedly. I had to wait for the perfect time to finally break him, and then he would be all mine to mold to my liking. So for now, we simply did some combat training, and occasionally I sent him on a mission.

"Hello master," Robin said weakly. Cringing at his voice, I looked at his hands. I had been brutal today in combat practice. Robin had managed to graze the spot where Batman had held my neck, and without warning, my body took over and I had grabbed his hands, nearly breaking them and had swung him into a wall.

*Perfect,* I scolded myself. *The first time Robin shows true improvement and I beat the snot out of him. Perfect, Slade.*

Normally, I wouldn't care so much about hurting others; it was my duty to do so. But this was Robin. Robin, who I had so carefully guided to my side. Robin, who still had a target on his back, only this time the Titans were the ones that would have to win him back. And with Robin so willing to obey my golden rule, I was sure that they would not have any chance to tell him the truth of how he came to be in my possession.

"Hold out your hands, Robin," I said as gently as possible, as I pulled out some gauze. Immediately, the boy's eyes perked up and he held out his hands. Sitting on the bed with him, I tenderly began to wrap the gauze around his hands.

"Thank you," Robin muttered.

I slowed my wrapping slightly as I eyed him. He was looking away from me, almost fearfully.

"Robin, this meek attitude had to stop," I chided. "I don't care about what happened at the technology company last week. It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Suddenly, Robin turned to me.

"You're not mad?" Robin asked. I smiled as I heard relief fill his voice.

"No, my boy," I replied as I continued my wrapping. "I am mad, however, that you have been muttering since."

"I'm sorry, it's just that…

"It's alright Robin," I finished wrapping the boy's hands and pulled him closer to me. Ruffling his hair, I tried to speak gently again. "You're making great improvement. And you're beginning to see things my way. That's all that matters. You'll learn. I know you will."

Looking up at me, Robin smiled.

"What do you mean, I'll learn?" Robin's grin widened. "I almost got a good hit on you today."

"Don't get too cocky, kid," I ruffled Robin's hair some more. In reality, I was learning too. I was learning how to be Robin's caretaker.

Abruptly, Robin began to laugh. He laughed! It was just a small giggle, truthfully, but it was still a start. A start to a long road ahead.

"Dinner will be up shortly," I said as I got up.

"Alright," Robin replied. "Thanks da-

Time seemed to freeze as Robin stopped on the last letter of what he was about to say. Turning to him, I noticed the look of pure horror on his face. My own eye must have been wide.

Did he almost call me dad? DAD? Had Robin and I become so close that he was willing to accept me as his father? I figured it would take years before something like happened. And the fact that it was happening now left me totally unprepared and totally clueless. What was I supposed to do?

Luckily, at that point, Mad Mod raced in, wheezing heavily.

"What is it?" I asked, attempting to keep my voice from cracking in joy.

"Gizmo and Cinderblock were defeated sir!" Mad Mod breathed.

"What?" I asked, surprised. Then realizing that Robin wouldn't want to hear about two villains attacking his ex-teammate, I pulled Mad Mod outside, motioning to Robin to stay put.

"What do you mean they were defeated?" I hissed to Mad Mod. "It was just Beast Boy; they should have captured him easily."

"But that's just it Slade," the Brit replied. "It wasn't just Beast Boy. There was another. A girl! A teenage girl!"

"Was is Starfire or Raven?" I asked.

"No sir," Mad Mod replied. "I had never seen this girl before. And by the looks of things, neither had Gizmo."

"But that's impossible," I responded. "We know all the Teen Titans; all of the teenage heroes!"

"That's what I thought too sir," Mad Mod spoke. "But there is another. And she can fight! She took Gizmo down without getting a scratch!"

"WHAT?" I cried. I didn't need a new hero coming in right now. Just who was this girl, and what was she doing in Jump, taking down villains like it was nothing? "Who is this girl?"

"We did manage to hear her name over a recording device that was strapped to Cinderblock," Mad Mod replied.

"And?" I roared.

"Jay," Mad Mod breathed.

"Jay?" I wondered as a faint bell rang in my head.

"That's all we have, sir," Mad Mod said.

"Thank you," I hissed. "Make sure to monitor her. If you spot her, try to follow her and gather some information."

"Will do, sir," Mad Mod responded, and fled to the control room, leaving me to wonder one thing.

*Who is Jay?*


Okay, so I'm sorry I didn't update sooner! I was sick, then I had a trip, and ugh, I didn't have enough time! But it's up now and I hope you guys like it! Batman's in the next chapter, I was going to throw him in but I thought of something and I'm going to stick with my new idea! Read and Review, hope you guys enjoy!