In the half-second it took for the bright laser bomb to cross the space
between Robin and the other Titans, it occurred to Starfire: they were
going to die, and by Robin's hands. This did not compute. Her innocent mind
could never imagine such a thing. Yet, there was the evidence, right in her
face, and there was no time to dodge it. She closed her eyes.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
A huge explosion rocked the building, setting off the alarms of several nearby cars and scattering debris everywhere.
It took Starfire a few moments to realize she was not part of the debris.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Cyborg was standing to her right, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. On her left, Beast Boy had turned into a small green Chihuahua and was trembling. Just above her floated Raven, who was in the middle of saying some magic words in order to make another wall, but it was a second too late. And, the Titans soon realized, completely unnecessary.
Just in front of them was a huge, smoldering crater.
By the time the smoke cleared, Robin was gone.
~
Robin leapt from building to building once again, going as fast as his legs would carry him. Slade was chucking.
"Good," he said, "very good."
Robin gritted his teeth and said nothing. He hated doing that to his friends, but he needed to convey a message: Stay away from me. Until he could figure a way out of this, he had to discourage the Titans from coming near him to keep them safe. He had to be their enemy.
At the moment, life sucked.
A few minutes later Robin stepped into Slade's hideout. He had considered leaving some sort of trail to lead the Titans there, but he quickly dismissed that idea. Too risky. If he was getting out of this, he'd have to do it on his own.
The hideout was dark, the only light coming from the giant computer screens showing info on the Titans bloodstream. Those damn little robots were still floating about in there, a constant reminder to Robin of what would happen if he disobeyed. Slade stood there, silhouetted by the computer screens. Once again, Robin felt a flare of hatred for the man who had taken his life away. If he could just get one shot at him.
"You have it?" Slade asked.
Robin held out the vial. Slade took it from him and inspected it. "Good. Interesting how you handled meeting the Titans again - you realize, though, you can't keep that up forever. Sooner or later, you will have to fight them."
"Not if I can help it."
"Ah, but you can't help it. Eventually they will have trapped you, and you will have to fight your way out. And if you fail in battle, they will all die. You need to realize this: they are not your friends anymore."
Robin narrowed his eyes, "Oh yeah? Why should I keep working for you then? The only reason I am is BECAUSE they're my friends."
Slade actually looked a little flustered for a moment, and Robin smirked inwardly. Not that he would let his friends die because of him, he just wanted to point out the inconsistencies in Slade's logic.
Slade frowned on Robin, "I will forgive your insolence tonight, because you do not yet understand the blessing that's been put upon you. Retire to your room. You're true training starts tomorrow."
"'True training'?" Robin muttered as he turned away, "what do you call tonight?"
Unfortunately, he said that a little too loud.
"What was that?" Slade said in a dangerous tone. Robin froze. He could almost imagine the little red button sitting in Slade's hand. He took a deep breath. "Nothing."
"'Nothing'.what?" Slade growled.
Robin grimaced. He knew what Slade wanted him to say, but it made his stomach turn.
"Nothing.Master Slade."
"Good. Go to your room."
Robin speed-walked out of there.
~
The room Slade had provided for Robin was actually pretty nice, all things considered. It had a large comfy bed and a desk with a chair and a lamp. Other than that, it was pretty bare, with no windows. Still it could've been a lot worse.
That didn't make Robin feel any better, though.
He slipped out of the Slade outfit and put in on the chair. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts under it. He wished he knew what had become of his Robin outfit, whether it had been destroyed or what.
He sighed and climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over his head. When he was sure his head was completely covered, he took off his mask. He was sure there was a camera in there, and while he wasn't sure if Slade cared who he really was, he didn't want to take any chances, and he wasn't about to sleep with his mask on.
There was another reason he wanted to keep hidden. Reaching under his tank top, he pulled out a photograph. He had managed to sneak it from his Robin outfit when Slade wasn't looking. It was a photo of back when he lived with Bruce at Wayne Manor. It was him, Bruce, Alfred, Barbara and Dick standing in front of the manor together. He always kept it with him, hoping it would bring him luck. While that obviously didn't work, it comforted him to look at it sometimes. He still visited from time to time, but being leader of the Titans was a full time job. He looked at the man who had brought him in and taught him, and wondered what he would do in this situation. He sighed and stuck the photo under his pillow, then poked out a hand from under the covers and turned off the light.
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(Yes! Thank you all for your kind reviews. Forget Redbull, REVIEWS give you wings! *LOL* Anyway, I'll try to get this finished before Saturday, but if I don't.read it anyway. I got some good ideas including a SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE! O_o Who, exactly!? Well, you'll find out. Dee Dee - DEEDS! Where on God's green earth have you been!? I missed you! Well, I'm glad you like the fic. Prisionero - Really? The best? Wow, thanks! Amara Aquila - Sure! *signs fanfic "to my dear friend Ama - how do you spell your name again? *LOL* jk Max - Aww, you didn't see it? That sucks. If you wanna know what happened exactly, lemmie know! ^_^)
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
A huge explosion rocked the building, setting off the alarms of several nearby cars and scattering debris everywhere.
It took Starfire a few moments to realize she was not part of the debris.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Cyborg was standing to her right, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. On her left, Beast Boy had turned into a small green Chihuahua and was trembling. Just above her floated Raven, who was in the middle of saying some magic words in order to make another wall, but it was a second too late. And, the Titans soon realized, completely unnecessary.
Just in front of them was a huge, smoldering crater.
By the time the smoke cleared, Robin was gone.
~
Robin leapt from building to building once again, going as fast as his legs would carry him. Slade was chucking.
"Good," he said, "very good."
Robin gritted his teeth and said nothing. He hated doing that to his friends, but he needed to convey a message: Stay away from me. Until he could figure a way out of this, he had to discourage the Titans from coming near him to keep them safe. He had to be their enemy.
At the moment, life sucked.
A few minutes later Robin stepped into Slade's hideout. He had considered leaving some sort of trail to lead the Titans there, but he quickly dismissed that idea. Too risky. If he was getting out of this, he'd have to do it on his own.
The hideout was dark, the only light coming from the giant computer screens showing info on the Titans bloodstream. Those damn little robots were still floating about in there, a constant reminder to Robin of what would happen if he disobeyed. Slade stood there, silhouetted by the computer screens. Once again, Robin felt a flare of hatred for the man who had taken his life away. If he could just get one shot at him.
"You have it?" Slade asked.
Robin held out the vial. Slade took it from him and inspected it. "Good. Interesting how you handled meeting the Titans again - you realize, though, you can't keep that up forever. Sooner or later, you will have to fight them."
"Not if I can help it."
"Ah, but you can't help it. Eventually they will have trapped you, and you will have to fight your way out. And if you fail in battle, they will all die. You need to realize this: they are not your friends anymore."
Robin narrowed his eyes, "Oh yeah? Why should I keep working for you then? The only reason I am is BECAUSE they're my friends."
Slade actually looked a little flustered for a moment, and Robin smirked inwardly. Not that he would let his friends die because of him, he just wanted to point out the inconsistencies in Slade's logic.
Slade frowned on Robin, "I will forgive your insolence tonight, because you do not yet understand the blessing that's been put upon you. Retire to your room. You're true training starts tomorrow."
"'True training'?" Robin muttered as he turned away, "what do you call tonight?"
Unfortunately, he said that a little too loud.
"What was that?" Slade said in a dangerous tone. Robin froze. He could almost imagine the little red button sitting in Slade's hand. He took a deep breath. "Nothing."
"'Nothing'.what?" Slade growled.
Robin grimaced. He knew what Slade wanted him to say, but it made his stomach turn.
"Nothing.Master Slade."
"Good. Go to your room."
Robin speed-walked out of there.
~
The room Slade had provided for Robin was actually pretty nice, all things considered. It had a large comfy bed and a desk with a chair and a lamp. Other than that, it was pretty bare, with no windows. Still it could've been a lot worse.
That didn't make Robin feel any better, though.
He slipped out of the Slade outfit and put in on the chair. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts under it. He wished he knew what had become of his Robin outfit, whether it had been destroyed or what.
He sighed and climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over his head. When he was sure his head was completely covered, he took off his mask. He was sure there was a camera in there, and while he wasn't sure if Slade cared who he really was, he didn't want to take any chances, and he wasn't about to sleep with his mask on.
There was another reason he wanted to keep hidden. Reaching under his tank top, he pulled out a photograph. He had managed to sneak it from his Robin outfit when Slade wasn't looking. It was a photo of back when he lived with Bruce at Wayne Manor. It was him, Bruce, Alfred, Barbara and Dick standing in front of the manor together. He always kept it with him, hoping it would bring him luck. While that obviously didn't work, it comforted him to look at it sometimes. He still visited from time to time, but being leader of the Titans was a full time job. He looked at the man who had brought him in and taught him, and wondered what he would do in this situation. He sighed and stuck the photo under his pillow, then poked out a hand from under the covers and turned off the light.
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(Yes! Thank you all for your kind reviews. Forget Redbull, REVIEWS give you wings! *LOL* Anyway, I'll try to get this finished before Saturday, but if I don't.read it anyway. I got some good ideas including a SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE! O_o Who, exactly!? Well, you'll find out. Dee Dee - DEEDS! Where on God's green earth have you been!? I missed you! Well, I'm glad you like the fic. Prisionero - Really? The best? Wow, thanks! Amara Aquila - Sure! *signs fanfic "to my dear friend Ama - how do you spell your name again? *LOL* jk Max - Aww, you didn't see it? That sucks. If you wanna know what happened exactly, lemmie know! ^_^)