Hey y'all!

I know, I know. I'm sorry. But, I promised I wouldn't forget you guys!

Thank you all SO much for all of the support and wonderful reviews and ideas you left me! They all helped me so much, and thank you for being patient with me! Y'all are so awesome, and I'm so sorry I let you all down. I got so much support and love from each of you. I just want to say this too: I got so many reviews and so much support that I literally cried. I cried because I love you guys, and because you guys stay with my story and because you guys care so much. Thank you. And thanks so much to my PM friend-you know who you are-who continues to give me support and ideas and is so sweet and leaves me messages that make me smile so much and gives me wonderful feedback on every single chapter.

To the guest reviewer who said: "I'll stay with the story but god am I freaking pissed." I'm so sorry I let you down. Truly and honestly, I am so so sorry. You are the only one who flamed me, and for that, I don't know to say thank you or congratulations. However, I have seriously been doing my best. There was just too much to do. My grades took precedence over my writing.

A note on the chapter ideas: I love them all! Seriously! But when I try to write them in my head, I keep using a different POV other than Slade's. Thus, I don't know what to do about it! I can't just start switching POVs in this story, so all of your ideas are going to have to go in the drabbles I plan on doing upon the completion of this story. That being said, please give me some ideas that I can use in Slade's POV.

This is a super duper short chapter. It was practice to get me back in the game after such a long hiatus. Please enjoy.

"Richard Grayson Wilson." I said in a low dangerous tone as I walked behind my son. He was sitting on the couch with a computer in his lap, completely absorbed in the images on the screen and practically drooling all over himself with fascination. "What in the world are you looking at!?" I barked.

Dick jumped at the sound of my voice, pulling his feet off the coffee table and lowering the screen quickly as he turned to face me, morbid shock on his face.

"Slade!" he shouted. "Um…hi. What are you doing here?" he asked nervously.

"This is my house. This is my living room. That's my couch." I barked.

"Right…um. Well…hi. Did you need something?"

"Give me the computer." I ordered. Dick looked at the device on his lap, hesitant to give it up. Normally, I didn't care what the boys did on the computer. But this? This was beyond forbidden.

Dick reached down and slowly handed the closed laptop to me. I balanced it on one arm and opened it immediately. Of all the things…why this?

"Dick." I said in a low, even tone, "What is the meaning of this? What the hell are you doing?!" I finished angrier than intended.

"It's nothing, Slade!" he said quickly.

"Nothing. This isn't nothing, Richard." I said as I scrolled through the images. What was he thinking? Why this?

"Slade, really. What's the problem? It's research!"

"I fail to see how this is helping you research anything. I want and explanation, and I want it now." I growled. Seriously, anything was better than this. I thought Dick was better than this. I thought he was decent, but here he goes looking at this online?! Using one of my secure laptops for my job and his?!

"I'm just looking into it for training and research. What's the problem with it?"

"The problem? The problem, Richard, is that this...this man is the enemy. What are you doing looking at this?"

"I know he's the enemy, Slade. But, I think I know who he is."

"What does it matter who he is?"

"Batman is Gotham's protector. There are a lot of people who would pay a lot of money to know who he is. I've done my research. I've watched and recorded, and I think I've figured it out."

I squinted my eyes and looked at him.

"Alright. But this had better be good." I warned.

Dick took the computer away from me and sat on the couch, motioning for me to join him.

"Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire douche, disappeared for around 20 years. Ten years ago, he reappeared in Gotham City, the same time the Batman showed up. Bruce Wayne, although there wasn't much news about it, adopted a kid off the streets named Jason Todd. Low and behold, a few months after that, Red Hood shows up at Batman's side. When Red Hood died, Jason Todd was 'killed' in a car crash." Dick explained as he pulled up pictures side by side of each man, "Tim Drake was adopted by Bruce Wayne not to long after the Red Hood died, and all of a sudden, Batman has a new partner, the Cardinal. Now, here in Jump, we have the Teen Titans. When Tim left for college, which happens to be in Silver City just a few miles away, Bat's new sidekick shows up here as leader of the Titans. So, I think Bruce Wayne is Batman, Jason Todd was Red Hood, and Tim Drake is Cardinal."

I mulled over this information for a while. Everything made sense, except for one major detail that didn't fit in.

"Good work, Dick. But you're missing something. The Red Hood is back. He didn't die, yet, Jason Todd is still in the grave,"

The proud smile on his face fell. "You're right…." He trailed. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he pulled up database after database in search of anything on Jason Todd.

There had been no sightings.

No reports.

No dug up graves.

Jason Todd was dead, and along with him was Dick's theory.

"And there is yet another little bird with the bat. Not to mention all of the other bats flying around. Who are they? Where's the connection there?"

"Well damn. There goes that…" Dick trailed after several minutes of searching. "I thought I had something…"

"It was an interesting idea. But I'm afraid there are too many holes there, Dick."

Dick let out a sad, low sigh and shut the computer in frustration.

"I've been working on that for weeks." He said dismally.

"Well, keep looking, I'm sure you'll find something eventually." I said as I stood up and went to the kitchen to get some coffee, leaving a brooding Dick behind me. At least he wasn't watching videos and admiring the man. Heaven forbid he actually idolize the Batman. What kind of idiot dresses up like a winged rodent? Especially a billionaire playboy? What a laugh.

I know y'all thought it was porn. Haha. I don't know where this came from…but here ye be.

I'm thinking of either doing a mission next, a meeting with Bruce in Gotham/Jump City (haven't decided), or throw you all into some heart ache. I know I need some fluff, so what do you want to see between the family? I need Slade/Addie fluff. There's already a lot of Slade/Dick fluff. I did get a review about someone getting shot, so I'll throw in some fluff there when that happens, thanks to the reviewer who gave me that idea, you know who you are. *Blows kisses*

Please let me know what you think and give me some Slade POV stuff!

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