I hope I'm not rushing the paces here, trying to keep it slow and making it flow right. Enjoy reading~


I stayed in the kitchen to keep far distance from Slade…who was in the living room. He was just reading in that classical novel. He was more than calm about than anything. I couldn't shake it out of my mind about it at all. Why was he like this at all?

There's much more confident to know my team will find me and get me out of here. Or at least kick Slade's ass here. He deserves a fight, but he warned if I attack him. Slade would somehow put that straightjacket back onto me. From the last time being his apprentice, he doesn't kid around to every little thing he says. Unless it was those bomb set up, then there's a different story.

"Robin, if you're in the kitchen. At least does something fun?" Slade commented.

I crossed my arms and my back rested on the wall. It was pointless to say anything more than that. Slade was still sticking to the whole "I must relax" scam. He was making a scheme for something. Slade sighed and set down his book. My eyes kept watched and prepared for his possible action. Did he want a fight or attack me when I could not?

Instead, Slade let one hand rest on the counter and leaned against it. His head shook at me with more disappointment.

"What will it takes to convince you it's a vacation? Your friends will not find you. You cannot escape and we're in a special secured cabin." Slade cleared that out.

My teeth gritted tightly, my eyes never moved off of Slade, and couldn't get it.

"What benefit would it do for you? What would you get out of – whoa!"

Slade chased after me after the unfinished questions and I avoided any attacking. We were in almost circular in the kitchen, led into the living room, and he reached out to my wrist. I hissed at the man and he held me close to him.

"You're too worked up over nothing. Get this through your thick skull, vacation. V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N. Say it and spell it. Twice." Slade demanded.

I growled. There's no way I would ever give in as simple as that. It had to be a distraction no doubt. Everything inside of me wanted it, but I couldn't give in to something so small and simple. I wanted to be back at the Titan Tower and everything. Just knowing Starfire would have me watch some movies or watch Beast Boy in total defeat by Cyborg or Raven would battle me in the gym for good focus work out.

That would be a vacation, even if it meant criminals ruining our breaks or something. We're needed each single day. Apparently, Slave must have taken my communicator or left it behind in Jump City.

Slade jerked my arm and made me grown unwillingly. Damn, he won't quit it at all. His down on me look has never changed. Four years of being a teen titan and a leader, I grew much stronger and taller. I managed to be Starfire's height for once.

"Say it and spell it. Now." As if I didn't have a choice.

"Vacation. V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N." There's no way I'd let him win completely.

"Again."

"Vacation. V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N."

Slade let go of me and bowed down closer to me, even if he's a half foot taller than me.

"And what do people do on vacation, Robin?"

"Citizens go out camping, bowling, swimming, rock climbing-"

"-no, I said people. People, Robin. Not Citizens alone, heroes and villains as well."

I clamped my teeth, "Heroes don't have vacation." I stated.

Slade pulled back and nodded.

"How about this. A truce." He said.

I blinked, "Why would someone like you want a truce? I mean, last time, you only did it because of Trigon." I took a couple steps back.

He hummed lightly, "Maybe I want you to loosen up and keep you alive. You're killing yourself over hard work and its killing you. What if you over analyzed everything and something killed you right there? It would be ashamed to lose my best archenemy over that. A truce I call out is making it…fair. You don't have to be a hero here. Your Titan friends can fill in your role. There are plenty of heroes, but there's only one Robin. I will not have to be a villain here. There will be no stealing, bombing, or army of me. Not even killing. A truce would be there if you treat it as a vacation. A real one." Slade meant each and single word of it.

His body postures were relaxed, no repeating habit of anything going on, and cannot exactly understand much of anything. His voice I was able to recognize emotions and he actually meant it. Slade wanted a truce for us to forget our truer mission for the sake of a vacation. It has surprised me really.

"One question, what benefit would it give you?" I wanted to be sure.

Slade chuckled, "Only making you stronger, Robin. There are worse villains than I am and I only prepare you out to the real world."

I nodded and thought about it deeply. Of course, Joker was worse than Slade. I had met criminals that crossed completely insanitary or mentally unstable. Slade was more of difficult mystery case and constantly having to solve his schemes or motives. Every time, there would be something in it for him. Slade still has his humanity somewhere down the line, but it made sense for everything. I couldn't let him think of it too obviously, but if it meant to get out of here sooner. It was better off a good deal for that as any other time.

"Truce," I held up my hand.

Slade connected his hand with mine, "Truce."

We shook to finalize our deal. He crossed his arms, waited for me to…I wasn't too sure. It was awkward and I looked away.

"The television is all yours. It's not much like what you have back at the tower, but I figured you don't know much with the eighties televisions." Slade pointed.

I nodded anyway. Who were we? If we weren't enemies, then what we were? I went over to the books and noticed I have already read them. A classic novel was a classic case to me. None of them has ever strike interests in them for me. So I joined over to the kitchen and looked around. Slade had several unopened and untouched food. However, plenty to pick from that's for sure. The foods were mainly the ones I recognized and not fake at all.

If Slade wanted me to not be a hero, then he asked for it. I was going to be someone other than as I am behind the mask. I'd be someone new and not care about it either. My mind sprung up several ideas and gathered bunch of food out to make a huge lunch and dinner and dessert at once. The food was being cooked, baked, and everything to think of at the top of my head.

"Someone must be really hungry." Slade commented.

My eyes rolled and let him think of it that way. I kept pacing myself around to make sure food wasn't overcooked or burnt. Once they were done cooking, I placed them down on a huge plate and began to help myself to fill up my stomach. I'd have to admit, it's been years to eat three times the size of a regular meals. It's every teenager's dream. I had two types of chicken, wings and legs. They had special flavoring of honey barbequed sauce and hot sauce. I made mash potatoes with homemade gravy and mixed it up on some private ingredients. There's small set of crumbled meatballs spaghettis and a few baked rolls to clean the mess up.

Also, I prepared several drinks on the side. There were sodas, orange juice, flavored milk, and lastly, two cups of water. I would eat them all up and enjoyed every single bit. They were even sweet smelling and reminded much like regular teenagers no matter what. I gulped and swallow down everything in my sight for over half an hour.

Suddenly, Slade got up and bounced his head once he saw the kitchen. Not only that, the food I ate all by myself. He crossed his arms and watched me eat one food after another, then washed it all down with one cup alone at a time, and not saying much. After using the rolls to finish every mess I had on a plate, I finished drinking the last glass of water to complete my starter mission.

"You were really hungry, weren't you?" Slade lift his chin up.

I finished the last bit of water and sighed, "Yup. Isn't that one of the vacation thing? Eat as much as you want?"

Slade stroke his mask's chin, "Well, throughout the entire day, but not all at once. I have never saw anyone eats this much."

I shrugged and started to clean up the cooking mess anyway. Slade took the other side of the kitchen to do what he needed and he was making a sandwich. Wow. A turkey sandwich was all he made. I somehow wondered what way he will-

"Robin, it's late. Why don't you get some sleep in your room for the night?" Slade suggested.

Was Slade acting like a father? He always wanted to put that onto me, but I couldn't detect that. I shrugged and left the rest of the dishes in the sink as I headed to the room…a prison room. Once the door closed, I heard the locking, and gasped! My fists pounded onto the door at panic.

"HEY! You did that on purpose!" I growled.

"I'm only doing it to protect my identity. You have a bathroom in there." Slade pointed out obviously.

I huffed, "I wasn't going to come out anyway!" My head shook and marched over to the small bed.

I muttered vacation was practically stupid, but wasn't too sure if Slade heard what I said. I doubt it really. A truce was a little off, but if it meant to escape. I was all in for it. To me, I considered it as a mission more than anything and not sure how long Slade was going to keep this up.


Next chapter, possibly today or tomorrow (5/21/12 or 5/22/12)

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