Author's Note: Guys, I am soooooo sorry about the long wait. I know you won't believe me if I say that life got in the way but that's exactly what happened. I started a new softball team and I had my first 2 weeks of hell. Then I had like 6 projects due for school so those had to get done at some point. Anyway, for those of you who are waiting for the next chapter for my SWR story Wanted, it's gonna be out after this. Anyway, onto the story!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Robin had been flying over the tall skyscrapers of Jump city for a while, now, about 45 minutes. Raven had called him about 10 minutes before saying that they were going out now to watch the movie. Something about some guy named Brendan Fraser and his new movie. Beast Boy and Cyborg were yelling something about how hot Rachel Weisz was but Raven had yelled at them to shut up. Robin had ended the call rather quickly after Raven had tried to pressure him into giving up what happened the night before. He'd held fast, though, leaving Raven both disappointed and surprised at his stubbornness.

Knowing he had to get back to the Tower to change, Robin made sure the Titans had left before returning to the Tower. When he got there, he immediately stripped off his costume, which had gotten sweaty from his physical excursion. He took out his normal civilian outfit, which he didn't wear that often, and set it on the counter of his bathroom, deciding to freshen up a bit before leaving.

He quickly brushed his teeth and took another 5 minute shower, washing off the sweat from earlier. He put on deodorant and pulled on the black t-shirt he had set. He pulled on his underwear quickly, pulling on his pants immediately after. He didn't know why he was in such a hurry to get out of the Tower. He just had to leave the strangely quiet place for some strange reason. He was probably just nervous.

He quickly pulled on his socks and shoes. He opted for a grey bomber jacket instead of a black leather one like normal. He didn't know why. It just felt right. Went with the outfit better, too. He looped the length of his black belt through the hoops in the waistband of his bluejeans, adjusting it to fit him perfectly.

He again redid his hair, taking care to make sure that he didn't get any on his clothes. After a moment's hesitation, he took a pair of dark sunglasses from his nightstand and put them in his pocket. It was still pretty bright outside, he would need them later, when he left. In the meantime, he decided to do some research.

He walked out of him room, his high-tech laptop under his arm. Sitting on the couch, he opened the laptop, typing in his 18-digit password. Starting up the control panel as his computer warmed up, Robin leaned back against the couch. If he was a super villain turned father, what would his last name be?

Since Robin only knew Slade's first name... wait, even the name Slade could be an alias! Now Robin really didn't have anyplace to start. But it was a hunch. A hunch that said Slade wasn't hiding his real name. Slade was his real name. It would throw people off the scent, almost succeeding with Robin. Almost.

Finally, both the control panel and his computer were warmed up. Leaning forward, Robin opened the Watchtower database. When it asked for a password, he simply typed in random numbers. When it said the standard "incorrect identification", Robin immediately started typing on his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard expertly. After about 45 seconds of intense hacking, Robin was in. Robin smirked slyly. Batman must've forgotten to update the League's firewalls. Without them holding him back, if only for a moment, this was simply too vast knowledge of the Watchtower database was his. Victory at last.

Clicking the search bar, Robin typed in a single word, or rather a name: Slade. Only one name came up. He recognized it immediately.

Wilson, Slade AKA Deathstroke

Robin frowned. Deathstroke? Was that his alias for the League? Deathstroke? Robin had heard of him before from Batman and the other Leaguers. Deathstroke was a dangerous man, capable of stealing anything. He was cunning, resourceful and skilled. Deathstroke was his father. Absolutely wonderful...

But, onto other matters. His last name was Wilson. Not Grayson. Wilson. Richard Wilson. It wasn't bad, it was just strange. He wasn't used to calling himself that. Hell, he'd never even been used to calling himself Richard Wayne. At least, that's what the press had called him back in Gotham.

But he was in Jump City, now. A new city, a clean slate. Maybe Slade was only hostile to those who threatened him? He had seemed friendly enough when Robin had passed out in front of him, even going far enough to give him an IV. Or was that just an obligation? An obligation because he was his flesh and blood. Nothing but an heir to the throne, a hand to pass the torch to. Maybe he was wrong about him. Wrong about trusting him.

But the more Robin thought about it, the more he found his pitiful excuses growing weaker, vanishing completely with time. Slade hadn't showed up yet. If he had planned to, he would have already made his move. Slade had upheld his end of the deal, therefore, Robin would uphold his.

Glancing out the window, Robin saw that it had grown dark outside, the sun just setting. As Robin watched, the last vestiges of orange vanished from the sky. Time to leave.

Robin powered off his laptop and the control panel, the screens going dark. Robin went to put away his laptop, stowing it in his room. He would finish his research later. Right now, he had a deal to keep.

Robin quickly exited the Tower, going into the garage to grab his motorcycle. He has his R-Cycle and a regular sleek black motorcycle used for undercover operations. He had tagged where Slade lived on his GPS so he knew where to go. Thinking fleetingly if the Titans were watching him, Robin took a road that was almost never used. It took a few minutes longer than it normally would to get to Slade's place but before he knew it, Robin was in front of the place where Slade had told him to meet.

Steeling himself, Robin walked up to the door, which had been replaced since the day before. Taking a deep breath, Robin raised his fist and knocked on the door.

Anyway, I was really excited for this chapter and I'm working on a new chapter for my Star Wars Rebels story so for those of you out there who are waiting for a fresh update, it will be coming soon!

Until next time!

-Nightingale0708