It is now officially summer vacation for me! Yay! So I will defiantly be updating more often. I'm thinking at least once a week….I hope you like this chapter.

The next few days consisted of sleeping, eating, and avoiding Slade. I was in no mood to put up with anymore shit. I wanted out. I was going to get out. They only question was how?

I didn't want to ask Jinx for help. I was done depending on people, besides she lied to me. She made me believe that she was on my side. She told me that she sent the letter to Batman, when in reality she didn't. She promised that she would help, do everything in her power to get my where I wanted to go; then she turned around told me it was all a lie.

I didn't realize just how much that hurt. I thought I loved her and maybe I still do, I don't know. But seeing Starfire again brought back feelings I thought I had buried. The moment I looked into her green eyes, those tortured feelings came roaring back.

It was obvious I loved bother girls. Maybe the question wasn't who do I love. Maybe it was who do I love more? Who did I love more?

Starfire was gorgeous and that body was too hot for words. She was warm and loving. She made me smile and laugh. She reminded me who I was in the darkest of times. But her mind was so simple, so innocent that at times it became more irritating than cute.

But Jinx was cruel. She was ruthless and a criminal. She didn't care about others. She didn't care about me. Or did she? She did become my friends when I needed one. But then she ruined it by lying to me and the trust between us was shattered. I couldn't be in a relationship with someone I couldn't trust.

"Robin," Slade called me name.

The sound of his voice brought me out of my thoughts. I snapped my head up. Slade was standing firmly against the door frame of my room. I jumped up off my bed and nimbly to my feet and muttered, "Yes, Sir?"

Slade waited a few moments before continuing. "You will report back to school tomorrow."

Panic filled my stomach and my chest started to burn. Going back to that school was the last thing I wanted to do. "No," I said. I wasn't going back. I didn't want to see her again.

That was one little word that Slade hated the most. "Excuse me?" he hissed.

I almost backed down. Almost. But then something in me clicked. I was sick of always being afraid of him. If fighting the Titans had taught me anything it was that my life couldn't get any worse. And I knew that I couldn't let fear control my life. Defy and win.

"You heard me," I said in a clear, unshaken voice, so there was confusion.

"I don't think you know what you're saying," Slade growled, no longer leaning against the door frame.

"I know perfectly well what I'm saying." I crossed my arms, "I'm done. Done with that school, done with being your apprentice, I'm just done."

"You've had a rough week. I'm going to let that slide." Slade said calmly. "You will be going to school tomorrow."

He turned to walk out, but stopped when I said, "if you send me back to that school I'll run." Slade turned to look at me and I continued unfazed, "I will run out into the street and scream at the top of my lungs everything that had happened, everything that you forced me to do. Someone is bound to hear and even maybe have a camera. You may not be scared of me or the Teen Titans, or even Batman, but you and I both know that you can't take on the Justice League. You will lose and you know it."

Slade snapped open the controller and a red button was exposed. I kept my face emotionless.

"I guess," Slade taunted, "I will just have to destroy your friends then."

"Go ahead," I said, not exactly sure what was coming out of my mouth. "You kill them and you have nothing to seep my here with. And I have no reason to stay."

Knowing that he had no control over me at that moment, Slade stormed over and roughly grabbed my arm, almost pulling it out of the socket. He reached over and smacked me; hard. I was surprised that my teeth didn't come loose. He then grabbed a hand full of my hair and crammed my neck back. Pain shot up my spine and through my neck. I was afraid that he would snap my neck and kill my instantly.

I gasped out and he shoved me against the wall. My head flew back and it hit the stone wall behind. I felt warm blood drip from my scalp down onto my shoulder blades. The pain in my head was distracting. I tried so desperately to block it out by pressing my hands against the wound. That was a mistake. Not only did it make my head hurt worse, but it left my ribs unprotected.

Slade took advantage of my unprotected ribs. He curled his fingers into a fist and slammed it into my rib cage over and over again. I quickly brought my hands down, but Slade continued to punch me. He continued to hit my wrist, I was vaguely aware that if he hit it at just the right angle then—

"Ow," I screamed out in pain. I tried to drop to my knees, but Slade wouldn't let me. Sharp, blinding pain pulsed through my left wrist. This wasn't the first time that I have felt this kind of pain. I knew exactly what had happened; my wrist was broken.

Suddenly, as if he just realized what he was doing, Slade stopped. I fell to the ground in a heap, fighting back tears of pain, frustration, and embarrassment. Slade looked me up and down and then left.

I was all alone. I half crawled; half dragged myself to the cot in the Connor of the room that served has my bed. I plopped myself down as gently as I could, but cot was hard and my ribs were more than likely broken. I whimpered and laid flat on my back, wanting so badly to die. I looked up at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come.

How could I be so stupid? I should have known better than to threaten him like that. He has had a rough and stressful week too. I should have seen the signs. I should have stopped myself. Why didn't I?

I needed out of here. But now, after the beating I just received, I was scared to. I had forgotten just how scared of Slade I was. I had forgotten just how unstable he was. He had fooled me into thinking he had changed, that we were now on the same side, fighting the same enemy. I had thought maybe…

I didn't know what time it was or no way knowing. It could be morning, it could be afternoon, of it could be the middle of the night. I didn't know nor did I care. I was exhausted. My eyes were heavy, but I couldn't fall asleep, my wrists, ribs, and head too bad.

I laid on my bed looking up at the ceiling. It was pitch back. They room was windowless and the lights were shut off. I couldn't see a thing. I shut my eyes and drifted in and out of sleep.

After I woke up for the sixth time, I decided to suck it up and go find Slade. Maybe, if I was lucky and he was in a better mood, he might give me something for the pain. Or at least something to put me to sleep. I tried to slowly get up, but pain in my torso forced me back down. I wasn't going to be able to do this without any pain. I might as well just get it over with. I quickly, without hesitation, sat up. That move knocked the breath out of me.

I took a few minutes and just breathed through my nose, trying to calm the pain. I still had to get to my feet. Dread filled me as I swung one leg over onto the bed. I was rewarded with little pain. I was thankful for that. A little bit more time past before I was brave enough to try to swing my other leg onto the ground. Taking a breath, placing both feet onto the ground, I stood up.

I wobbled a little but soon steadied myself against the wall. It was dark and I couldn't see. I rubbed my hand along the wall, looking for the door. I eventually found it without too much tripping. I pushed it open and walked out.

Only recently was I allowed to leave my room without permission. It took a lot of sucking up and begging to make Slade okay with this new rule. I enjoyed this new freedom and haven't really done anything to get this privilege taken away. Sure I snuck out in the middle of the night to get a snack, but that was it. Doing anything else was just too risky.

I made my way down the barely light hallway. I could have found my way to the main room with or without any light. I knew this place like the back of my hand. As I came up to the entrance of the main room I heard soft murmuring.

I recoiled back into the darkness. Then, went I felt a little braver, leaned in. The soft murmuring became louder and louder as I got closer. Soon I was able to make out the words. There was two men talking, I could only assume one was Slade. Who the other person was was any body's guess.

"You over reacted," I heard the voice of the stranger say.

"How would you have reacted if I would have said that too you?" Slade said, putting emphases on the words 'I' and 'you.'

The other man sighed, "I would have done the same thing, only worse."

At that moment I knew who the other man was; Mr. Onen, of course. I thought Slade and Mr. Onen were fighting. But I knew deep down that a bond between a master and apprentice can't be broken. It wasn't that they were just master and apprentice it was the fact that Mr. Onen had beaten Slade down and had broken him. Then after he was beaten and broken, Mr. Onen built him up to the person he wanted him to be. That kind of bond can't be broken.

"What am I supposed to do?" I heard Slade ask and my attention snapped back to their conversation.

It was a few moments before Mr. Onen answered. "You need to set certain rules. Not just vague rules, but specific rules. Set out the rules and lay out the consequences. Make sure he knows exactly what will happen if he breaks a rule. And if he does break a rule don't make excesses, punish him. He needs stability. That is how you become a respected master and not a feared monster."

I wanted to stay and listen, but I knew if I got caught eavesdropping then there would be hell to pay. I slowly backed up, feet light, breath even. The darkness covered me and the sounds of the two men faded. I reached back with my left wrist and pain shot up through my entire arm and I remembered what I came here for.

For a moment I thought about just forgetting it and sucking up the pain. But I wanted to sleep, I needed to sleep. I couldn't sleep with the pain constantly nagging at me. I reluctantly walked forward. I reached out to knock, but before my hand made contact with the door it open and Slade looked down at me.

I flinched and looked down, holding my wrist, making it obvious. "Slade," I muttered, "Can I have something for the pain?"

Slade just stared at me with his masked face.

"Or something to help me sleep?" I asked again.

A few moments passed and I was afraid I had really screwed up. I was ready to back away when Slade held out his hands and told me to give it to him. I gently laid my wrist into his large hands praying that he would be gentle. He examined my wrist for a while then reached out to touch my ribs. I took in a sharp breath as he touched a certain rib.

"We need to get this wrapped." Slade lead me through the door. Mr. Onen stood back, I couldn't see him. We continued to walk through another door and then took a right and walked through another door after that. We ended up in the first aid room. He grabbed a tan piece of cloth and wrapped up my wrist.

After he was done with that he said, "Take off your shirt."

I gave him a confused look, but I took it off anyway.

"This way," Slade explained, "I can wrap up your ribs too."

"Okay."

Slade worked quietly only speaking when he was finished. "Are you mad at me?"

This question surprised me. Slade has never cared how I felt about him. I didn't say anything, I just shrugged.

"You can tell me. Be honest."

I was too tired to be difficult. "Yes."

"Do you understand why I did what I did?"

"Yes."

"Do you?" Slade turned around and opened up a cabinet and took out a bottle of pills.

"Yes."

It was silent for a while. I just looked down, not wanting to talk to him. Slade stared at me for a while and I knew he wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words. Slade was not one for small interment moments.

I pulled back, but he grabbed my arm and held me still. "We need to talk," he said.

"Okay."

"We're going away," he said and handed me two pills.

I didn't put the pills into my mouth, I needed water. "Where too?" I asked.

"Paris," Slade turned and started to walk out. I followed.

"Why?" I asked quietly.

I found myself following Slade back into the main room where he handed me a bottle of water. Mr. Onen was standing in the corner. I noticed that he had suitcases next to him and to my absolute horror I realized he would be coming with.

"Our plane leaves at four," Slade told me. "Now go to bed."

Okay so I am writing an original piece and I posted it on Fiction Press. It's called The Fight for Power by lilypad161. Please tell me what you think! Please!? I would really appreciate it!