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 wanted to thank everyone for their reviews. I suppose I would have gotten bored or something a heck of a lot sooner if it weren't for you guys and gals. I'm afraid that I'm the WIP queen, but now I'm very much in a groove. I just turn on the music after watching an episode of Teen Titans, then I write about six pages or more (1.5 spacing, 9 point Comic Sans font) Right now I'm listening to a mix of Hip Hop, Rock, Pop, Opera, Show Tunes, and J Pop. Yeah, it's eclectic.

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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 Twelve- The Final Blow to the Heart)

He opened his eyes and saw the two hemispheres of fighting powers surrounding him. One half was of an olive green mixed with strands of gold, silver, and copper. He touched it and was hit by a sensation of utter determination and wave after wave of hate for others and the need to prove himself. It was welcoming to him, but it was also overwhelming and it needed to own him in every way.

The other half was a shining blackness that held swirls of dark gray and midnight blue. He touched it and was swept up in the comfort of knowing that he would be taken care of so long as he was faithful. Under that were the veins of malevolence and the thirst for revenge that drove him when disappointed in those he had been true to. It was simple, easy to understand. It was just love as long as you loved back, fire and brimstone to those who were oath breakers.

He broke away from the two powers and saw beyond them, two paths of destiny. But he didn't see the events in each life, just two identical underlying truths for him. Either way he'd be a slave, not only a slave but a robot when he would want to refuse the master. The only difference that he could find were his choices in masters. Mirky green or bright black, both would own him and turn him into little more than a supercharged errand boy. Both would halt his growth and turn him into something eternal, both would claim his past lives as irrelevant and force him to forget about the love and the wonderful times he had when he was with his friends and families.

Either way he was never going to be happy again.

So why was he still thinking like he had no escape?

Death.

No, he couldn't do that. It was cowardly and stupid in the extreme, both could halt his death, heal him, then claim him. No, suicide was not an option. Both held necromancy in their long list of skills and neither would be adverse to using it. Nightwing sighed and closed his eyes, both had manipulated him skillfully. Mait' Carrefour had influenced his life enough to make it seem like he had no choice, masked the other places he could have gone to, and then told him the right words to get him to agree to anything. Slade had pulled him into a world were he was turned into Robin by necessity, controlled Voldemort so he didn't seem like a threat that he had needed to take care of, then created Winthrop-Thompson and for two years maneuvered him into position for this. Both were blocking his bond with Peter, his gifts, and his strength.

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Harry! Come an see Raven's new child. shouted Starfire. Harry ran over smiling with the two buckets of ice cream he had been sent to get in hand. It was the yearly barbecue that he and all his friends attended for the Fourth of July. Starfire was holding a lovely dark haired pale skinned child with the mother's nose and father's eyes. Raven was smiling at her newest daughter and chatting with Starfire and Catwoman who were spoiling the newest princess of Atlantis with attention.

Okay, just let me drop this off with Cy and Severus. Harry said as he passed them. Starfire nodded and he dashed to the pavilion where the two best chefs of all the people he knew were manning two gigantic grills, Severus on the chicken and the hamburgers, Cyborg on the ribs and the hot dogs.

Put the ice cream in the freezer. said Cy with a smile and Harry nodded.

Sure. Have you two seen my better half? he asked. Severus snorted.

That's debatable. The narcissistic fool is over there, trying to get a gave of quidditch going. Severus pointed to where Draco was zooming around with six of the new Titans tossing a quaffle around and into two hoops that he set up on each end of the football pitch. Harry laughed at how Draco was setting himself up for a rather disastrous fall by giving the chronic prankster, Kid Flash, a broom. He would get Beast to suggest a few creative ways for the kid to use his new knowledge before dinner was served.

Harry went back to the mother's circle and found himself with two arms filled with adorable children. Starfire's two year old boy, Rocketfire, was babbling while waving a toy in Harry's face, and Catwoman's one year old baby boy was smiling up at Harry showing off his new teeth and slobbering as he gnawed on the light summer overrobe Draco had talked him into. He loved holding the kids, and was seriously thinking about that potion that Severus had mentioned in passing that would allow him to conceive and carry a child to term. It would be the only way that he and Draco could have a family.

Shouts erupted from the baseball game, Titans versus the Justice League. Superman was caught between second and third base and the JL were shouting advice at the Kryptonian. It was then the pick up quidditch game left the pitch and swept around the park. Draco and Windrider, a young boy who could control the winds in a small area around him, swept by Superman tripping him up and getting him tagged by Terra. Harry couldn't fight the laugh.

It was all so perfect.

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Nightwing was sobbing now. Some last reserve of strength and will broke and vanished as he realized that it was just a fantasy. The dream had cut him to the heart, it would never happen. He was crying for the happiness, for the love, for the pure goodness of that life that would never be. He felt the pain again and this time he gave himself to it, letting go and giving into whomever won him. He had nothing to live for, no purpose but to serve the strongest master. His whole life was crafted to turn him into a slave.

He was just a toy for the real masters of his life and fate.

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(End Chapter Twelve- The Final Blow to the Heart)

A/N: Yes, the bad guys win! Hate me, love me, but I'm sticking to this ending. I may write a sequel, but this story ends with Nightwing giving into slavery.