Title: The Boy Wonder and the Power of Wishing

Author: P.L.S.

Rating: PG

Summery: Using one of his alter identities Robin takes an illegal job that brings him deeper into the world that Slade had almost enslaved him to. It also brings him closer to a world he left when he was four years old, that he now needs to return to.

Disclaimer: I so don't own Harry Potter nor do I have dibs on Teen Titans, Batman, or anything from DC Comics. I do wish I did though.

Author's Note: I'd like to say I'm sorry for how I'm going to leave this. But I'm not. Please, enjoy the chapter and don't forget to try the veal.

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(Chapter Eleven- Prelude to the Final Charge)

So, the loa said that no one may control me, and in exchange I will get dreams from him that will give me tasks that I must undertake. The first time I fail him I will lose the afterlife and become eternally his servant. The second time I will lose my control of my body, become basically a robot that Mait' Carrefour will use to have a permanent form here with out taking a chevual. said Nightwing and the older woman who was sitting next to him nodded.

Yes, that is it. The loa took it upon himself to place his sign on the back of your neck in tattoo form and he made some modifications to your body as well. Your eyes are no longer green but black and he said that it will be very hard for poisons to kill you. she smiled reassuringly at the pale man, Mait' Carrefour seemed fond of you, something very unusual for a loa like him. I have no doubts that the missions will coincide with what you believe in. He said that you are now a portal keeper and seer in addition to being a warlock, witch, and snake charmer. He promised that the sorcerers will never have enough power to control you. she said. Nightwing nodded.

Good. I think this will work out for the best. He knows me really well, I don't accept failure from myself. he grinned and the hougoun shook her head with a sigh.

You are insane. You knew he would demand something of this scale and yet you were willing to do it just to fight someone who you could hide from. said Isabelle.

I'm not just fighting him, I'm trying to bring the man to justice. said Nightwing and Isabelle nodded.

I know. But you are too willing to lose yourself to win. It can't be healthy for your dreams or yourself. said the woman and Nightwing sighed.

It's just the way I am.

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He had been in New Delhi for a week, looking for clues as to where he was going to find the man from whom he was being trusted by Mr. Thompson to pick up several very illegal items and make the delivery to the man in the US.

He had been getting frustrated when a message came to the hotel he was staying at. It was an invitation to a party at the chief of police's house with a symbol that Thompson had told him to look for.

And so he went to the black tie affair and ended up in the basement trying to avoid being beaten up by ten thugs who had been hired to test him. The host of the party then gave him information about the packages, the site where they had been found, and the local lore. All of which was fascinating but really didn't matter. He was also given a time and a place to meet the one who would take him to the place where the artifacts were being hidden.

So now, Drake Bradleys stood in the door way to the the cinema where Thompson's contact was to meet him. The first hint he had that things were not as they should be was the utter lack of real people in the the town, the second hint was the fact that he felt the handgun pressed into his spine.

Come on. Master Slade wants to have a word, Robin. said the angry feminine voice that came from behind.

said Drake, trying to think about what he wanted to do next, which was not get knocked out by the mask of sleeping gas which was pressed to his face. His last coherent thought was something along the lines of oh, fudge', but a bit more explosive.

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Nightwing came to consciousness on a cold flat surface looking into a bright white light that reminded him of the light over a surgeon's table. He groaned as a massive drum beat a steady tattoo within his head and he tried to reach up to massage the ache. His hands were stopped by cool metal restraints and he heard that all too familiar laugh. Nightwing tried to move any part of his body, but was held in place by the restraints and he was surprised to find out that he was stripped down to his boxers.

Ah, it's so nice to see you awaken, my apprentice. said the voice of Slade. Nightwing closed his eyes against the light and tried to reach out with his magic for Peter, but that too was held back.

Ah, ah, ah. I really don't think you are remembering just what I can do. You are in a pocket dimension that I control. Your familiar and bonds with that ghost will do naught but add more things that I will have total control, my pet. said the voice and Nightwing knew he had to get out. He had to or he'd be worse than dead.

I'm not yours. ground out Nightwing as he tried to fight the bindings against his magic. The light over him blinked out and he was left blinded by the sudden change.

I do believe you are mine. It is nice to see how the years have benefited us both. Your learning of warlock and witch magics has given me that last leg up over you and you know that I quite literally can crush your will with an unspoken word. Potter, I own all of you. came the smooth voice with malice and cruelty woven in it. Nightwing shuddered at the feel of foreign magic crawling under his skin and into him mind. He couldn't fight it, it was like his willpower had left him.

he whispered as the man's magic not only raped his mind, but as the man himself touched his face in a gentle caress like he was a pet.

Ah, so those are the ones who helped you in that world, and you got rid of my other warlock as well. Shame, Riddle really could have helped you to learn your place. whispered the cool voice and the sorcerer's magic triggered something in him that caused him to go limp and sigh. It hurt to know that he was that helpless.

Slade continued, you will make a far better tool to be used than that Riddle ever was. Oh, Potter, if only you had given into me from the first, but no matter for now your mother's protections are nulled and now I own every part of you. Nightwing screamed as the hand clenched his jaw and the magic whipped around him and tightened like ropes that are wire thin. The pain compounded upon itself as Slade whispered incantations and the magic bound more and more of his body, mind, and magic.

Something dark and angry was fighting the bindings of Slade's, but it only made the nightmare worse. He wished he had the luxury of blacking out but something inside told him he'd go mad before he'd be allowed to escape the torment. He was crying, screaming, fighting both off as much as he could, but nothing worked. He kept at it, praying to whomever listened, asking for someone to kill him.

Then the pain and the rest of the world stopped and Nightwing was confronted with a choice.

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(Chapter Eleven- Prelude to the Final Charge)