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Let Me Dream: Part Five - Slade

Robin's eyes shot open and he leaped from the bed to grab his enemy by the throat, lift him in the air, and slam him into the wall.

"Slade." Robin hissed menacingly as his grip tightened around the boys throat. He leaned in close to glare into eyes glazed in fear. Robin blinked and his loosened his grip. Slade never showed fear. Slade wasn't just a boy. Confusion plastered on his face he let go. The boy dropped to his knees choking, rubbing his throat as he stared at Robin.

"WTF asshole? Is that how you treat your best friend? Robin stepped away from the stranger.

"Best friend? You. You're my best friend?" The boy stood up still rubbing his neck and staring at Robin angrily.

"Yeah, last time I checked. It won't stay that way unless you keep your hands to your damned self though."

"Slade?" Robin asked in a hushed tone.

"What?"

"You're name is Slade?"

"Ah come on, don't tell me that you forgot about me completely?" Slade threw his hands up in appearant aggitation. "I'm your best friend. Since we were kids. They didn't tell me you forgot who I was, just that you had forgotten the accident and a lot of.. other stuff." Slade sat on the bed and looked up at Robin. Robin was confused, angry, and extremely on guard. Why would his mind make his best friend Slade? His mortal enemy. Why would they take someone that should be dear to him and make him the embodiment of hatred.His head began to ache, like it always did when he would dwell on the memories he had, and the memories he had lost. Giving in momentarily, he sat next to the boy.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you. I'm sorry for attacking you." Slade laughed and punched him on the arm. Robin held in the desire to flinch, or worse to hit Slade back.

"Don't worry about it. It's forgotten. Still buds?" He held his hand out to Robin and smiled. Robin looked at the hand that was offered to him, and after carefully considering it he reached out and took it.

"Yes. I suppose." Slade stood up pulling Robin with him.

"All right then, it's dinner time down there, I'm starved, and your mother made a roast. Lets go!" Robin conceded and let himself be dragged from the room. The thought still plaqued him though, and there was yet another question burned into him mind now.

"Is Slade an enemy or a friend?"