A Different Identity Chapter 7- Scheduling Play Dates, a Teen Titans + Young Justice Crossover fanfic

A Different Identity
A Teen Titans and Young Justice Crossover Fanfiction
By: Nightingale0708

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(With Robin and Slade)

Robin's first thought was What the hell happened? That question was not immediately answered, however, when he woke up. He was in a room with big computer screens and gears were over his head. He groaned softly and put a hand to his head. He found that he was lying on a relatively soft medical cot. He had an IV in his left arm giving him fluids. He angrily ripped off the IV. He had to figure out where he was and why. Robin sat up, but laid back down when his head protested. Robin's head was pounding and his throat was dry. A particularly horrible throb seemed to release his memories. The blood drained from his face.

Slade was his father... Oh god, oh god...

Robin looked around. Slade was sitting at a computer typing some things in. Once he saw Robin awake, he immediately disregarded what he was doing and rushed over to Robin's side.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly. However, Robin needed a question answered and it wasn't about his own well-being.

"How the hell are you my father?" His tone icy, but shaking. Slade looked down at the floor, his head turned to the side. Robin felt a pang of anxiety. What if...what if his mother hadn't conceived him willingly? Was he conceived for power and out of hate? Robin felt what little blood his already pale face had leave his face, but Slade didn't seem to notice.

"I was married to your mother, Mary." Maybe it was how Slade said the name, softly, almost tenderly, convinced Robin that he wasn't lying. Slade's voice was filled with remorse, regret, and most of all sadness. Ignoring that fact, Robin believed him and felt relieved. He couldn't stand it if his mother had suffered. But then again, who the hell was John Grayson? He was the only father figure that Robin remembered, other than Batman. But Batman had never tried to fill the role of father, either that or he never wanted to. After all, Robin was only Bruce's ward and Batman's apprentice. Bruce hadn't gone the step further and actually adopted him. The more Robin thought about it, the more he was sure that he was just a charity case. He was just publicity that, once useless, was thrown out. So if that was true...Slade was his second chance. But Slade was a criminal, a mercenary. If Robin wanted to bond with him, his supposed father had to prove himself worthy of his time...

Getting back on topic, how were they married? For that to be implied, Robin's mother would to have loved Slade, and him love her in return. So...why did he leave? Did he abandon his wife and child, the supposed loves of his life? Robin's anger was usually boiling just under the surface, but now it was white-hot and overflowing. What, were they just not good enough for him?! Was that it?! Robin tried to calm down. There had to be a reason. It might not be a good one, but it was a reason nonetheless. Robin had to make sure that all of his questions were answered, even if the answers given weren't the ones he wanted. Robin got up shakily and, after stumbling a bit, crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"How?" he asked icily, his voice shaking despite his efforts to keep it steady. Slade looked at him, amusement flashing through his lone eye.

"It's a long story..." he sighed. Robin couldn't believe what a flimsy excuse that was. He couldn't think he was that stupid... Well, he had his moments but still...

"Most stories are." he said, his voice stronger now that he was on even grounds with the man in front of him. Slade chuckled slightly, still looking at Robin in amusement.

"You're right about that, but the question is: Do you have the patience to listen at this moment?" Okay, that was an even worse excuse than the last on. Of course he had the patience to listen, this conversation was changing the course of his entire life! Robin again felt anger course through his veins. Why couldn't Slade give him a straight answer?!

"What, you have a sad tale to spin?" Robin asked, his voice again icy and bitter. "Well, news flash! I seriously doubt that normal fathers blackmail their sons with the lives of their friends!" Robin didn't bother to correct himself. Or perhaps he didn't notice that he had inadvertently called himself Slade's son and Slade his father. Fortunately for him, Slade didn't seem to notice.

"Hmm, good point. There's no way that we can come to common ground in this situation." Slade said in a considering tone.

"Who says I want any understanding with you? Especially with you?" Robin said, hiding his true intentions.

Slade tilted his head to the side. "Don't you?"

Robin contemplated his options. Hadn't he always wanted to know more about the masked man called Slade? Ever since Slade had shown up, Robin had been obsessed with finding out anything about him. He was the biggest riddle of all time. He was a riddle that would put the notorious Riddler to shame. Nygma couldn't come up with a riddle as good as Slade. And her Slade was actually offering up an opportunity to learn about him? But with the drastic change in events, did he still want to learn more about the man? Even if the information was free?

"I might." Robin said grudgingly. Slade nodded, looking satisfied.

"I'll make you a deal, then." Slade said, pulling out the detonator to the probes. Robin stiffened at the sight of the only thing letting Slade control him. It had nothing to do with Slade being his father! Absolutely nothing! Well, maybe a little...

"You agree to come visit me at least three times a week..and I'll remove the probes from your friends." Robin's eyes widened in shock. The man was actually offering to dismantle his original plan for taking over the city? Did he want to bond that much with him, to reconcile? Weren't his original plans more important, even if he was his own flesh and blood?

But the sparkling light in Slade's eye was telling him that he was completely serious about this...

Was he really putting that much trust in him? Robin knew he didn't deserve it, since he had done so many things to destroy his friends' trust in him. He had destroyed it when he had posed as Red X and he didn't have anything to show for it, since Slade obviously hadn't trusted Red X with any of his plans.

But Slade was offering a leap of faith. He was trusting Robin to keep his word, even after his friends were no longer in danger. Robin was grateful for that show of trust, no matter who it came from. But can he trust the man offering it?

Slade was still in shock. He had a son. He had a son! And not only his son. Mary's son... He and Mary had a son! Robin was no son of Mary and John Grayson. He was the son of Mary and Slade Wilson. He had a remnant of Mary. When he had heard of her death, he had been devastated. The only woman who he'd ever loved with all his heart, gone. Not only that but she had moved on... not only moved on, but she had a child with another man. But after ages, he had figured out that that child was his. And after so long, that child was standing in front of him. On the opposite side of the battlefield, but his. Slade had offered to forget about his original plan to spend time and reconcile with his son. Robin was heavily considering it, but he didn't trust him as much as he should. Seeing him reconsidering, Slade decided to sweeten the pot.

"Also, if you do agree, I would be less inclined towards any of my normally nefarious deeds," he said, tilting his head to the side. "I might go on a criminal vacation, so to speak." Slade could see that this peaked Robin's interest. Determined to spend time with his newly discovered son, Slade reinforced his decision.

"In fact, I swear to it. At least three visits a week, no criminal activity." he said. Robin's interest peaked again, he could see. His eyes had widened. He could almost see the gears turning in his son's head, considering his motives and his options.

"You've always wanted to know more about me, haven't you?" he said softly. "Well, here's your chance. You have my undivided attention. I could even tell you about Ma- your mother..." Robin's fists clenched. "It's an opportunity you can't possibly let pass up." Finally, Robin spoke.

"You know this is still blackmail, right?" he said. Leave it to his son to speak the obvious... Slade inclined his head to Robin, though.

"True, but you wouldn't have to worry about your friends' safety...or being my apprentice," After a brief moment of hesitation, Slade continued. "Otherwise, I might be obliged to revert to my original plan..."

Slade watched his son's eyes narrow. Yes, this was going to work. For both of them.

Robin's eyes narrowed. Leave it to Slade to make sure he covers all the loopholes, making sure Robin agreed one way or another. But it couldn't be that bad, could it? I mean, Robin would only be learning about his mother and his newly discovered father, maybe. He would definitely ask for more information on his mother because he didn't have a lot of time with her and not a lot of memories. The ones he had were warm and good but they were all with the man who was posing as his father for the first 8 years of his life. But maybe John Grayson thought he was Robin's father. Would Mary have told him if he wasn't? Did she know herself? If that was true, he and Slade were the only ones who knew of his true parentage. Robin couldn't let his second chance pass him up. The first time he was up to bat, he had watched the three strikes go by him. He wasn't going to strike out looking this time. He was going to swing and if he missed, it was on him and he would own up to it. But he wasn't going to miss this time, he would make sure of it. He was going to hit a Grand Slam. But he had to see the pitcher and what they were made of. He couldn't go in blind. Robin had to tip the scales in his favor.

"I'll agree on one condition," Robin said, folding his arms. Slade inclined his head again, showing that he was listening. "You have to remove your mask. I want to see your face." The words had left Robin's mouth without his permission. But he couldn't take them back. Not now. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to. Slade's single eye widened in surprise. He obviously hadn't expected this request. He looked to be at least considering it. After brief hesitation, he nodded at Robin.

"I agree but with a counter request," Slade said. "You have to remove your mask as well." Robin stiffened. He only removed his mask for his trusted companions, such as several select members of the Justice League and Young Justice, like Kid Flash and Batman. But this man was supposed to be his father. He could be trusted...right? Okay fine, maybe not, but Robin had to give him a chance. Besides, if they each took off their masks, it would be a first step, a big one actually. Robin had been so deep in thought he hadn't noticed that Slade was still talking.

"...know your identity, it shouldn't be a big deal. I want to see your eyes. I want to...to see my son's face." His voice had trailed off somewhat towards the end of his sentence but Robin had still heard. And he thought it was too quick, even though he had been daydreaming about a winter snowball fight only moments ago.

As he turned and walked towards the doorway that he had blasted open, literally, he was already regretting his next words.

"I'm not your son." he said. Feeling that he couldn't leave on that note, he looked over his well sculpted shoulder at the floor.

"But I'll be here tomorrow." he said. The light in Slade's eye, the eye that looked so much like his own pair, got infinitely brighter and that made it worth it. Smiling to himself, he walked out of the haunt, looking forward to the next day.

Okay! I'm really excited for this story. Please keep in mind that this story is based off Anthezar's fanfiction Warped Identity. Just want to make sure that this is publicly known. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions or leave reviews. Until next time my dear readers!

-Nightingale0708