Author's Note: Due to some people's demands, here's chapter 3! I'm quite happy to have another number added to the reviews I get per chapter, but I hope it doesn't stay on this pace and will hopefully gather more.

sillymail: It was my pleasure…

Silverwinged-Raven: Thanks… I'm sorry if I'm a spoilsport but I really, really want reviews. But for you, chapter 3 coming up!

Alexnandru Van Gordan: True… I've been writing for some time now… I made this fic even before I had the intention of posting it, that's why some chapters are already made… I'm posting every day, but due to a writer's block I'm having, I stopped writing some chapters so I'm sorry if you might get cut off somewhere in the future. Just so you know, I'm still working on my other stories too. Thanks for the compliments; they're very much appreciated! And about the mind control… you're close to that…

On with the show (sorry for my ramblings)!

After Slade fired the laser into his head, Robin felt a momentary flash of pain, and a short word, a name, slipped from his mouth, but nothing else. He thought he'd be dead right now, perhaps his soul floating in pure oblivion or something. Then Slade began to remove his restraints. Was he to be freed? He was so wide off the mark when he thought that, because he was about to lose control of the only thing he was in command of at that time: his body.

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"Robin!" Raven screamed as she bolted upright, awakening from a very realistic nightmare.

"Rae! Are you alright?" Cyborg, who was just down the hall, burst into her room at the sound of her being in peril. How he would have hated to lose another friend! Soon, Beast boy and Starfire were also at her door, concerned about their teammate.

"Raven, I have heard your shriek! What is the matter?" Starfire asked anxiously.

Beast boy joined in. "Yeah, Raven. Heard you holler from my room. Something wrong?"

Raven peered at them fearfully, like they were there to torture her, rather than to help her. In her eyes was a look of uncertainty that scared her friends. They have never seen her like this.

She replied in a trembling voice, "Robin. Something… has happened to him. He doesn't want it, any of it. Noooooooo…!" She covered her ears like she was experiencing such great agony, emitting high-pitched sounds that may be closely described as wails. Ceramic decorations in her room began to break apart one by one as tears flowed from her violet eyes and into the blanket Starfire draped on her.

"Raven, please do not be saddened. Robin is secure, and your dream was merely an illusion of fantasy." Starfire said reassuringly, in order to calm her disturbed comrade, even though she did not even believe herself fully. Raven finally got a hold of herself and told them what happened in her dream, or more likely, nightmare.

"It… it was dark… black as night, except for a red light… it showed the vague outline of someone, but I can't make out who… then… a laser cannon… it was very close… pointed somewhere near the eyes, maybe right in front of it…" The others glanced at each other frightfully, not knowing what to make out of it.

"…then, I heard his voice… Robin's… he shouted… I… I can't remember anymore…" Raven didn't bother to say that Robin shouted her name when the laser was shot on his brow.

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Once Slade thoroughly disabled his restraints, Robin couldn't wait to get back on his feet, staying still for at least an hour wasn't his thing, even though the idea of Slade releasing him caused bewilderment. But as he was about to stand up, he felt his leg muscles twitch, and he suddenly got a clue of what Slade just did to him.

"Nice toy I put in your brain, eh Robin?" Slade breathed in his face.

"What did you do to me?" Robin was about to ask; only his mouth won't let him talk.

"Why, I just implanted a Cerebral-Frequency Modulator in your upper cerebellum, which enables me to take control... of your body." Slade answered, as if reading his mind, which he was really doing.

Robin seemed to understand how Slade knew what he was thinking, but everything else was a blur.

"Oh, I'll just be controlling all your actions and moves, your whole body…" Slade went on. "… Only it would feel like it's you doing it, all the consequential feelings would apply to you. I'll be thinking an order, and you'll be out doing it, no complains, except maybe in your head, which I can also read. This time, there's no escaping me, Robin." He said, poking a finger to Robin's chest.

"For example, if I made you steal, perhaps what? The exceptional, priceless Violet Tinted Diamonds from Southeast Asia? Those are kept in Gotham International Museum, no? They would not be of any use to me, but it would certainly be… exciting, to strip the world of it. I would be doing the stealing, using your body, your energy, and your skills, but you would be feeling the same emotions like you yourself are doing the robbery. Sensations like guilt, dishonor, and disgrace or more likely thrill, pleasure, and exhilaration. Something that can make you want to be my apprentice?"

From the way that Slade glanced at him, Robin was sure there was an evil gleam that lit up in his eyes.

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Raven couldn't remember what sleep felt like.

Shadows danced across the ceiling above her, but she didn't hear the wind outside her window. All she could hear was his voice.

"Raven!"

He sounded scared, anxious, troubled. He was in danger.

She wasn't sure of it, she wasn't even certain if that vision she saw was just a reaction of her subconscious to her hidden worry, for his sake. But no one can understand, no one, how she just knew, that it was Slade she saw in front him, as if she was seeing through his eyes, before the images dimmed and vanished completely.

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"So Robin, ready for your test run?" Slade said mockingly, as he gave Robin, or rather, his body, an order to stand up.

Robin grunted, in his mind, at least.

"Bastard!" Was all he could say for his deeply despised nemesis.

Slade looked at him sharply, sending shivers down his spine. Robin wanted to shake the feeling off. He can't be afraid, especially not of him. But as much as he hated to admit it, he was.

"You will replace that word with 'master' soon enough, young man." Slade kicked him in the chest, sending him flying halfway across the room. He landed on the floor with a 'thud.' Even though he had no control of his body at that time, he could still feel through it, and right now, his chest felt like liquid fire.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Slade stood above him. "That's a minor side effect to being my apprentice. Punishment for failure, or disobedience. One you'll soon take no notice of once you find out how fighting by my side feels so empowering."

Slade turned around; leaving him still sprawled out on floor. Robin felt the icy cement against his face. How much torture can he still take?

A lot more, if he's going to survive.

"Robin, you're about to see things my way… not that you have a choice." He made a telepathic message to the chip locked in Robin's brain, for Slade also implanted a signal connector in his own brain to send his orders to Robin's modulator: Do not come back until the Tinted Diamonds are in your hands. Return in a straight path; annihilate anything that gets in your way.

Robin felt a tinge of anxiety at Slade's last command. It was almost as if he was so sure that something would stop him, and he anticipated destruction. And as Robin's body whirred to follow the order, his uneasiness rivaled Slade's delight.

"Soon, Robin, soon."

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Robin had broken in the museum effortlessly, but the defense systems around the valuable diamonds would be harder to penetrate. Fitted in his Slade uniform again, he used one of his new gadgets against his own will to hack into the security. In a matter of seconds, the red beams that guarded the diamonds became visible and he slipped through them smoothly. He used a laser to remove the glass box off the costly display, grabbed them tentatively, and put them in a brown sack. As he fingered the purple gems, a wave of guilt washed over him. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. The amethyst stones reminded him of something, made him feel the emotion he had on his first face-to-face encounter with Slade. As his body went back to Slade's lair, he couldn't help but think about what the diamonds stroke in his memories.

Amethyst eyes. Her amethyst eyes.

They were there to tell him, to enlighten him, to never give in. He wasn't supposed to bow down, and let himself be consumed by the iron grasp.

"Stand strong, stand strong…" Their simple sparkle told him over and over. Is it enough to convince him?

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Days became weeks, and weeks into months. The period of time that Robin was under Slade increased the Titans' worry, and lessened Robin's feeling of responsibility for his actions. As the things he stole piled up, so did his delight in thieving. Leaving cryptic clues to his identity for the authorities find, and awakening the next day to watch their bewilderment on television amused him. He became more and more like Slade in every theft he committed and it seemed like as Robin succeed in flawlessly doing all the burglaries, so did Slade accomplish in finally making Robin see things… his way.

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As he arrived from his latest exploit, he heard the familiar creaking of the gears, and saw Slade

"So, Robin. How did it feel?" Slade's tone was that of triumph, as if he already knew the answer.

Robin had fought. He struggled; he did everything he can. But the feeling of stealing something so precious and valuable… he felt victory, the repulsive kind. The feeling of guilt and shame was overpowered by that of thrill and excitement when he broke the law. It seemed like his heroic nature was wiped out in a few acts of treachery. The weight of the deception he committed had been too much to bear for his gallant character.

A cross between a snarl and a smile spread across his face, because Slade had already deactivated the modulator in his brain long before he started his first crime, and that he actually completed all the robberies by himself. That somehow encouraged him more as the sense of accomplishment overwhelmed him; Slade didn't have to do anything further. He submitted himself to the other side, the evil which he had fought and defeated many times before, on his own. The villain inside him broke free, and sad to say, won. And that was the bottom line itself.

"Splendid. Do I have to say anything else?" Robin sneered, taking on a familiar taunting voice.

Slade was satisfied. "No. Impressive work you have done today, my apprentice."

"It was my pleasure…" He paused, unsure if he was willing to lose another shred of the dignity he had left.

Slade waited patiently, for the final word that would ensure the boy's alliance.

"…Master."

Author's Note: Now we're getting to the good part! This chappie is where I got the title of the fic. It's about revealing Robin's dark side to such a great extent he might not be able to turn back without outside help (more about that later!). And I'm already 'unveiling' the pairing in this chapter; you can already tell that it's obviously RobRae.

Just so you know, I don't think that there really are 'exceptional, priceless Violet Tinted Diamonds from Southeast Asia' in the Titans' universe. It just sorta came to my mind and they kinda have a connection to Robin's conscience, so hence, the non-existent gems. (Oh well, this is fanfiction, so I can do anything I want!) And 'Cerebral-Frequency Modulator' is just another more complicated term for 'Body-Controlling Device' for those who didn't get it and want some explanations. And about Raven seeing through Robin's eyes in her 'nightmare' is what I think she did in Haunted even though I didn't watch that episode yet

Oh yeah, sorry if this chapter is too fast paced. I do have a habit of 'fast-forwarding' if you know what I mean. And this is probably when some of you will abandon me… waaaahhh, I'm really sorry if I'm quickening the pace, but we do have a long, long way to go. Thanks for understanding.

I really am trying to make this fic as accommodating as possible to make you keep reading, people! So please bear with me! I would really accept corrections or criticism!

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