Disclaimer: I don't own the Titan's or Batman or Jason. But now I have all three volumes of Young Justice. OH-YEAH.

A/N: I know this is out a little late but then again I try and deliver quality, not quantity. It's short and sweet and Terra-centric as promised.

-Ana Uzumaki

.: "It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair." :.

.: ― Taylor Swift :.

Terra Markov

Location: The Haunt

Date: January 1 Time: 21:11

I slam the staff forward aiming just his head. He easily dodges. A loud metal clink echoes throughout the room as the medal collides with the wall. In an instant he turns taking the back of my arm into his firm grip. He pushes me into the solid brick wall. My chin is the first hit the wall followed by the clink of my head. Black and white dots appear in the front of my vision.

"Again," he orders releasing me from his grip.

Immediately I bring my hand to my head. I'm dizzy but there's no blood, I think thankfully. I shake my head in an attempt to clear my sight. I can feel my hands shaking as I charge forward. No matter what I need to prove to Slade that I'm trying; that I'm good enough to be taught by him. I need to learn control. No one else is going to die because of me.

My training is exhausting. It challenges my body in ways I've never thought possible, but it's nothing compared to what I've seen Robin go though. I try again bringing the staff crashing down in front of me. Slade easily steps out of the way. He jabs me in the shoulder and I stumble. An aggravated sigh escapes my lips.

"Protect yourself," he orders hitting me again. The metal makes contact with my elbow causing me to cry out in pain. Again the metal collides with my bare flesh. I lean forward trying to protect my arms. Over and over he hits me trying to make me block. I drop the staff and bring my arms up to my chest. It doesn't work; he still finds an unprotected place to hit.

"Slade please," I plea. Please stop, I beg silently.

"Protect yourself," he repeats, his tone harsh. I reach for the staff that lay abandoned in front of me. Before I can grab it Slade pushes it farther from my fingertips. "Not with that," he orders.

I freeze fear consuming my every move. He can't possibly mean what I think he means. I look around realizing that there are no weapons in sight. I couldn't use one even if I wanted to.

"I don't u-understand," I stutter.

He ignores me. Instead he aims a kick at my chest. It hits it mark and the breath is knocked from my lungs. I fall over scrambling to get up. He aims again. He isn't going to stop, I realize. I roll trying to do anything to get out of his way. It doesn't work. His foot collides with my elbow, the same place he'd hit me with the staff. I fall to my knees. He kicks out his foot inches from my face.

"No!" I shout. My hands hold the side of my head and I feel the ground shake under me. A large chunk of rock rises. Instead of colliding with my head his foot rams into the rock turning it into rubble.

"Fight back!"

I try and do as I'm told. I call upon several small boulders and fling them in his direction as progresses towards me. They do little to stop him. His fists destroy the rocks as easily as he had the first day I'd met him in the cave. He advances towards me, a dark figure in the light glow of the room.

Every nerve in my body is on fire. The staff in his hand swings forward. Sections of rock give way from under me blocking each hit. I send the crumpled pieces towards him willing them to disarm him. By the end of my training every muscle in my body is screaming at me as I lay on the floor out of breath. I close my eyes and try to keep my breathing even. Inhale. Exhale. The only thing I can focus on is the raging pounding in my ears from my heart beat.

"Good job," I hear him compliment. "We're making progress."

My eyes shoot open and I let out a sigh of relief. Good. I'm doing good. I realized early on that Slade hardly ever gives compliments so the few words of praise I receive during my training mean that much more because I earn it. He holds out his hand; I grab it and he helps me up. My elbow touches my side and I wince. Pain shoots up my arm.

"Let's get that elbow looked at," he says lightly seeing me finch. I nod gratefully. He gestures for me to follow him as he disappears into the hallway. When I reach the hall he's waiting for me. Looking around I realize it's impossible to determine what time it is but my internal clock is tells me it's around eleven. I shadow him holding my arm against my chest until we reach the infirmary.

"Sit," he orders taking out a roll of thin tender tape from a cabinet. I take a seat on the bed lying against the wall of the small room. Out of the many times I've ended up here the only one to treat my injuries has been Wintergreen. I feel proud to know that I've done a good enough of a job today to warrant attention from Slade himself. He places a set of gauze next to me before carefully inspecting my elbow. I wince as he picks my arm up.

"It's just badly bruised," he reassures me catching sight of the grimace on my face.

Slowly he unwraps the set of tender tape and begins wrapping my arm. It was strange to see Slade do something with such care. The mask on his face is terrorizing but though hours of training I've grown less afraid of Slade himself and more terrified of what he's capable of. Of what Robin is capable of, I add silently.

"Where's Robin?" I ask nonchalantly a thought occurring to me. It's been almost a week and so far there hasn't been any sign of him.

"He is indisposed at the moment," he answers. His voice gives me no inclination of how he's feeling.

"Oh." I look down not quite sure how to respond.

"The Titans captured him while he was completing a mission for me," He admits sourly.

"The Titans captured Robin?" I mouth shocked. He gives me a quick glance.

"I've developed a plan to get him back but I would need your help. You've been progressing through your training almost as well as Robin during his first few days here."

Instantly pride flashes across my features. Slade's comparing my progress to that of the Boy Wonder. "W-What would I have to do?" I stutter nervously.

"I just need information," he coos. "I want you to become a Titan and while you're there just transfer me information from your observations and what can be found in their database. It's a win-win situation. You get to rejoin the Titans and you get to gain control over your powers and in return I get valuable information that could potentially lead to Robin regaining his freedom."

He let his proposal hang in the air finishing up my arm in silence allowing me to think it over. From what I can tell he is right. There isn't a downside to what he's asking. I get to see the Titans again. I get to see Beast Boy again, I realize.

"You don't have to give me an answer right now but I would greatly appreciate your help."

I nod getting down from my spot on the bed. He dismisses me and I quietly make my way back down the hall. I pause briefly at the door leading to Robin's room. The room looks lifeless without its occupant. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm jealous of Robin. As far as I can tell he has everything I want, friends, Slade's approval, control.

If I had to choose between one or the other, I would choose regaining the Titans as friends but if I help Slade then I'll have both. It's a win-win situation, I repeat to myself. As soon as my hand touches the door knob to my room I turn around ready to give Slade my answer.

A/N: In this chapter Slade sounds a little bit out of character but there is a reason for it. Unlike Robin, Terra thrives on praise. If you tell Robin he sucks he's going to try harder. If you tell Terra she sucks she's going to suck more. Slade realizes this and adjusted accordingly hence him lying through his teeth about her progress.

Also, I'm not trying to make Slade arbitrarily beat up teens for the fun of it. There is a reason behind it. The only way he can get her to use her powers correctly is if he puts her under pressure.

Till next time my glorious readers,

-Ana Uzumaki