Slade sat stiffly on his black, too cushy chair thinking on the only rays of light that have ever penetrated his miserable life: Grant and Joey ….and Addie. As he plunges into melancholy he takes a another sip of the red wine he planned to save for Wills birthday…would be a shame to waste it. What would the teen titans say now if they saw their infamous and formidable arch-enemy inebriated first thing in the morning and sniveling like an infant over what he lost, over the persons he lost…more precious than gems?. What would Robin say? Slade starts to snort, he could beat that impertinent child drunk, blind and with both hands tied behind his now that he had regained his body. And yet, there was something about Robin, something that drew Slade to him. It must be, of course ,that paternal need to take care of a child and to have a legacy of my own;mused Slade aloud. Robin can't replace Grant and no one will be as unique as Joey and yet Robin posesses qualities which remind me of both of them: gentle and sensible with his friends like Joey, hotheaded and dynamic like Grant. If there was ever a walking contradiction, it was the little bird called Robin. Sir, Will's voice penetrated the room and felt like a sharp sting in Slade's mind. I have brought you pills and a glass of water. There's no need Will, said Slade. I insist, answered Wintergreen. Ah, that persistent fox. In the end, Slade swallowed the pills and as he went to his room totry to sleep of the headache he though: Soon Robin, soon you will be mine.