A/N: This is where it gets good!
Chapter 3
Two months. Robin looked at the lines he had carved into the tree. It had been two whole months, the Titans hadn't found him yet and Slade was really putting the pressure on. Robin reached over and picked a yellow fruit from the tree, he bit into it hungrily and felt the sweet juices flood his mouth. This fruit was so good, he was glad he had found a whole grove of them before Slade had had a chance to find him.
The man was relentless, Robin was skin and bones, and his bruise's bruises had bruises. Slade would catch up to him and beat the crap out of him; Robin barely made it away last time. It was getting to the point where Robin refused to fight and started to try and talk Slade into letting him go. It wasn't that he was scared or even mildly threatened but Robin had no strength left, he had almost fallen three times trying to get up into this tree to get the fruit.
He finished the piece he had and reached for another. He downed about four more, trying to get as much food as he could. He had no clue when he would get to eat next. He reached for one more when he saw before him a leaf drop. It floated down and he froze in mid-bite. He watched it float down past him and to the ground. In the next instant he jumped off the branch he had been on and sprang for a branch about five feet away. He turned back in time to see Slade's foot break the branch he had just been on in half.
He realized he still had the fruit in his mouth so he spit it out and when his hands wrapped around the other branch he swung around once and twisted so he landed facing towards Slade. "Well done Robin, despite your obvious lack of energy you have managed to keep alert. I am impressed to say the least."
Robin did not respond. He stood knowing what was to come, and turned quickly jumping to the next closest branch. He heard Slade start the chase and Robin was glad he had eaten fast, he would need the energy.
It was a long chase, Robin had eventually run out of branches and had to jump down, he rolled and took off kicking up dust. Slade was on his tail the entire time. Robin did not recognize anything in this area; he had to be in an un-explored part of his territory.
He was sure of one thing however; after this was over he could be a great distance runner in the Olympics. He came to a wall, a rock wall. Sheer and steep. He had no choice, he started to climb and found it wasn't as hard as he had expected. He noticed there were a lot of places to grab with his hands and dig in with his feet. He climbed as quickly as he could, but realized that if he, as weak as he was, climb this fast, Slade should be….
Robin felt a hand wrap around his ankle and he was yanked harshly towards the ground, Robin refused to let go however and with all the strength he could, kicked out with his other foot. It landed a harsh blow to Slade's face and the man lost his footing. He fell back, but managed to catch the rock face near the bottom before he hit the ground. Robin scampered up the rest of the way and took off again, he hoped he could get far enough away that Slade wouldn't be able to find his trail.
He reached a part in the jungle that he saw a large hill through a clearing in the canopy, on top of the large cliff like mound was a house. Robin stood stupefied. Was he really this close to being rescued? Could this be his escape from the hellhole?
He knew he wouldn't make it up that cliff today, he was to tired, he had to find a place to sleep and then he would make it up tomorrow when he had more energy. First however, he had to find a place he could rest. He tried to keep in his head the direction of the house, the huge house. With the many windows that over looked this evil jungle. He found a log, a large log, it was rotted on the inside and he was glad to see that he fit perfectly inside it. He was awake for a while do to the light, but his fatigued got the better of him and he was out.
He woke up, hours later not knowing what time it was or how long he had been out. He felt constricted and sore but he also felt stronger then he was yesterday. He was going to escape even if he had to stoop so low as to steal a car from the houses garage. He waited and listened for a while to make sure he wouldn't be jumped when he climbed out of the log. After a few minutes of strained listing he slowly climbed out of the logs hollow center and brushed all the logs dead, decaying crap off of himself.
He tried to regain his bearings and started to head in the direction of the house. The hike was easy, until he finally reached the cliff and looked up to see the houses many large windows looking down at him. He sighed, wishing that cliffs were not always what happened to be standing in the way. He started the long and grueling climb. He was sweating and shaking by the time he reached the top.
He climbed over the edge and collapsed, he rested for well over twenty minutes before he had the strength to get up. His legs and arms were like jello and he felt like he was going to pass out at any minute. He reached the front door, rang the doorbell and collapsed. When the door opened he looked up with a small smile and weak tired eyes, he needed salvation.
Sadly it was not to be, before him in with an even twinge in his eye stood Slade. "Robin? Come to see me in my loneliness? How thoughtful of you."
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