Yeah…makin' another amazingly happy chapter to my fanfic for ya. You care. I know you do. Somehow.
Oh, sorry people that have been waiting for me to post this chapter. I've been pretty busy. I don't mean to have you wait so long, but thank you for you're patience anyway :)
So…gotta keep rollin' with this…
C H A P T E R T H R E E:
Trapped
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Robin groaned as he awoke from his knocked out state, his skull still aching from smashing into a wall, his eyes now burning from the blinding light coming from the ceiling laps. He then took the time to glace around at his surroundings, realizing that he was in a small-sized bedroom, with white walls and gray carpeting, and dark gray furniture. That furniture consisted of a tall dresser, and a twin-sized bed. That bed had gray sheets and white pillows.
Standing slowly, Robin registered the lack of clothing he had on. He looked down, and saw that he only had his navy blue boxers on. Robin gasped a little, touching his face; good. He still had on his mask. Slade hadn't taken away all of Robin's dignity…yet.
Is this my…room? Robin wondered to himself, Slade's actually giving me a bedroom to stay in?
"You thought he would just torture you?" a voice said, answering Robin's thoughts. Robin jumped, jerking his head around to see who it was. A tall old man (who looked pretty good for his age) in a white tux stood in the doorway, holding what seemed to be a tray of chicken noodle soup and orange juice. Robin's brain then registered that he was starving, which made Robin's stomach ache…even more, considering Slade had hit him there, leaving a remarkably huge bruise on Robin's slender belly. The man walked in, the mechanical door closing behind him automatically.
"Who are you?" Robin questioned slowly
"Oh, I do apologize, Robin. You may call me Wintergreen. I work for Slade as his…well…butler, you could say. I'm also his cook, and sometimes his doctor, but he rarely gets sick, or injured, for that matter. Please, eat. You look famished." Wintergreen informed, handing Robin the food. Robin began to devour his meal, while Wintergreen stood there waiting for Robin to finish. When Robin was done, Wintergreen took the tray from Robin, smiling politely.
"Thank you." Robin said
"Think nothing of it." Wintergreen replied, waving the thought away with his hand, "Anyway, Robin, do you have any questions? After all, you will be living here for quite some time, if you're obedient or don't run away."
Robin shoved the thought of living with Slade and being his apprentice to the back of his mind, saving them for later. He then asked, "Why did Slade give me an actual room? Why didn't he put me into some sort of torture chamber?"
"Well, do you want to be put in a torture chamber? I highly doubt it. I guess he gave you a room to keep you comfortable, make you feel…hmm…more at home, so to speak." Wintergreen responded
"Where is this place?" Robin wondered
Wintergreen laughed a little, "That I cannot tell you. All I can say is that Slade's home is in Jump City. Anything else you'd like me to answer?"
"Why am I practically naked?"
This made Wintergreen laugh, "Well, Slade had to make sure that you didn't have any trackers or weapons on you when you woke up. Be glad that he didn't take off anything else. Oh, I best be going. See you."
Wintergreen walked to the door and stepped out, but turned around one more time to face Robin, saying, "Almost forgot. Slade will see you in one hour, so get dressed. As you've probably noticed, there's a clock on your dresser and a bathroom to your right, if you need to bathe. Goodbye for now, Robin."
With that, Wintergreen stepped out of robin's room, the mechanical door shutting behind him.
Great. Robin thought, Slade's gonna visit me, and I have no place to escape to and no weapons to fight him with.
Robin decided that he really had no other choice but to take a shower and get dressed, so he went into his small bathroom. It was all white, with a mirror right above the sink, which was beside the toilet. The mirror opened, containing a razor, some shaving cream, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant. The other side of the bathroom was the shower, which had a rack with a fresh towel, some soap, shampoo, and conditioner.
Robin smiled to himself, This bathroom's better than mine…well, this bathroom is mine now…
Robin shook his head, still trying to get the idea of accepting defeat and living with his archenemy out of his mind. Robin turned on the shower and took off his boxers, stepping into the warm water, letting it soothe all his body's aches and pains. Once he leaned his head in all the way, a wave of hot pain swept his skull, making him jolt back.
"Shit!" Robin yelled, remembering his head wound. He made a mental note to not put shampoo or conditioner in his hair.
Once he was done bathing, he quickly dried himself, walking out of the bathroom. He looked into the dresser, praying that it wasn't a completely terrible uniform like last time. To his surprise, it was just a black shirt…with a small orange Slade insignia on the left side of Robin's chest. The bottoms he would have to wear were just black jeans. Robin sighed, telling himself it could've been worse. He hurriedly got the clothes on, realizing that they were quite comfortable, and fit rather well. He pushed the horrid thought of knowing that Slade knew what size clothes he wore, and looked up at the digital clock on the dresser. He had twenty minutes before Slade would come.
What's he gonna do to me? Robin thought, Beat me? Rape me? Kill me? Maybe he'll ask me what my favorite hobbies are. He already surprised me by giving me this room, so I wouldn't be surprised by a question like that.
Robin looked back at the clock. Robin lied down on his bed, and breathed deeply, trying to keep calm. He knew that he couldn't fight Slade. Not now. He had to be patient.
The noise of the door opening startled Robin, making him sit up in his bed. Images of Slade in his dark uniform holding a gun to Robin's head flashed through his mind. Robin shuttered. Robin looked up at the man that casually walked into the room, and gasped a little.
Is this really Slade? Robin thought
The man had white hair and one, pale blue eye, with a white goatee and moderately tan skin and a handsome face. He wore normal blue jeans and a gray tee-shirt, which made his muscles stand out even more. The man was tall and very in shape, with toned muscles that would make any woman fall in love and make any man ever-so-slightly jealous. This man was definitely Slade, and Robin couldn't deny it.
Slade looked at Robin in his casual uniform, pleased that he actually listened to Wintergreen. Slade smirked at Robin's obvious shock and intimidation, and Slade stepped closer to the boy.
"Hello again, my dear apprentice. It's nice to see you." Slade hummed, pissing Robin off. Just seeing Slade made Robin angry. Robin clenched his teeth, trying hard not to say anything. He didn't want to find out how many bones in his body Slade could break in two seconds.
Slade sat down, inches away from Robin, and said, "You know, Robin, you're very much like me."
"I doubt that." Robin murmured
Slade chuckled, "How can you? You're not a very nice person, Robin."
"I'm the hero, and you're the villain. That right there makes me the good guy." Robin replied
"If you're truly the hero, then how come your friends don't even like you?" Slade responded
"How the fuck do you know what my friends think of me?" Robin shouted, standing up and staring at Slade, who was casually leaned back on the bed with his eye closed
"Remember your place, boy. You are my apprentice and you will obey me, or there will be consequences."
"Fuck you!" Robin yelled as he swung a punch at Slade, who easily rolled off the bed and kicked at Robin's legs, making him trip. Slade quickly stood up and curb stomped Robin's face one time with his black combat digs he still had on. Robin was lucky he didn't loose any teeth, but he did hear (and feel) his nose shatter on impact, blood gushing out of his nose. He didn't have enough time to react to what had just happened because Slade immediately picked Robin up and dragged him out into the dark hallway. Robin struggled in Slade's massive grip on his shirt, but there was no way Slade would loosen his grip on it.
"You ignorant little bitch," Slade hissed angrily, "you could learn so much from me. How to fight, for one example."
Slade came to a staircase and through Robin down it. Hard. Reluctantly, Robin got up and ran in a random direction, going down any hall he could, trying to find an exit. Even though his head, stomach, and back hurt, Robin overpowered his pain with the hope of escaping Slade's lair, giving himself an adrenaline rush to keep his body going. He turned down another hall, which only had one huge door on the other side.
This has to be it. It's got to be the exit! Robin thought, running up to the door opening it all the way, a smile on his exhausted face, only to be replaced by disappointment and dread.
This wasn't the exit of Slade's lair.
It was the entrance to Slade's gym.
A bunch of Slade's robot commandos and fighters looked at him. Robin turned around to leave, pushing and pulling on the door. Unfortunately, it wouldn't open.
Slade's voice came over some sort of intercom, saying, "Robin, do you really think your escape would be that simple? I have cameras everywhere. I control everything in this place. You're trapped here, boy, and I will not let you go. Not now, not ever. And until you get that fact through your thick skull, I will make you and your insolent friends suffer."
As soon as Slade stopped speaking, the robots attacked Robin, trying to hit him with their fists or shoot him with their guns. Out of the walls, machine guns and laser beams pointed at or around Robin, also trying to hit him. Robin did his best to keep from getting hit by the guns, jumping and flipping around everything, hitting a few robots with his weakening strength. Robin knew he couldn't keep up this fight, and so did Slade.
Robin continued with all of his might to fight off the robots, smashing his blood-covered fists into their mechanical bodies, which in turn scraped his hands as he pulled them out. Robin held one of the Robots out like a shield, protecting himself from the bullets and guns. It worked for a little while, but Robin's luck wouldn't last.
One robot managed to hit Robin's back, making the kid vulnerable long enough for the rest of the robots the join in, kicking and punching Robin until he bled out of very pore in his body, until he wouldn't hear or see or even scream; only feel the pain which shrouded his body.
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Once again, Slade sat in his control room, staring at the screens in front of him. But this time, he only stared at the ones with Robin as he was repeatedly beaten. Slade rewound this video a couple times, then stopped it and sighed, putting one gloved hand to his masked face.
"The boy never could fight for shit." Slade grunted, "Batman was too afraid to give the boy true power. He never was cut out to have a partner."
Wintergreen stood by his friend silently, looking at the paused screen, Robin's tortured figure filled with fear and pain. Wintergreen hoped the boy didn't need surgery on anything, for he hated giving surgeries. Too much work and too much that could go wrong, Wintergreen always thought when he gave them. By the looks of Robin, at most Wintergreen would only have to give the boy a couple stitches…and quite a few pep-talks.
"The boy just needs time to adjust, that's all. He never liked people telling him what to do. That's probably the main reason why he left Batman in the first place." Wintergreen said
"Time. He's had enough time to think about my offer." Slade growled, "If Robin keeps this up, I think it'll be time I find a better apprentice. For now, get the boy and heal his wounds. When I want him to die, it will be on my terms, not Gods', and certainly not Robins'."
Wintergreen nodded and left the room, the door shutting behind him. He knew he had a lot of work ahead of him.
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