You all voted for slash, so here it is. :) Sorry about shortness, but, you know, gotta keep em on their toes. To be updated by next Saturday.

Slade left the room, either going to fetch Robin's work, or to leave Robin in mystery. Staring at the black ceiling, Robin contemplated things, black things, that only Slade could bring to his mind. He wondered why he was, once again, the victim of Slade's hostage.

I'm no one. I don't deserve to be a Titan. I don't have powers.

No, I can't think that. I belong with them. It's the only place I belong. They're my friends!

He debated with himself fiercely. But are they your friends? Do they even know you're gone? Do they even care?

It hadn't been the first time Robin wondered if he should have been a Titan, but it was the first time he wondered if he belonged with them. Meanwhile, in the Titan Tower, the Titans slept soundly, without any inkling of the fate of their leader.

"Robin." He jumped up. How long had Slade been there? Did he see Robin's morose expression? "I am to dictate your Will to you."