Hi, guys! Here's Chapter 20!

Chapter 20

Robin was curled up in an apple tree outside with a book in one hand. The doctor in residence here had suggested he rest a little more rather than going through forms like he wanted to, so here he was, trying to relax and failing utterly. Mike and Jerry had gone off somewhere, and when asked, Mike said that he couldn't talk about it just yet. Randall was asleep(the guy kept some weird hours), so Robin couldn't go ask him to hang out. He hated being bored, and when he was bored he brooded, and when he brooded he got worried, so as long as he was bored he'd be worried.

He dropped out of the tree, still holding his book, and headed inside. Maybe they'd let him get online or something. Anything was better than staring off into space and letting his mind atrophy.

Robin got the surprise of his life when Randall came out of the house, dressed to work out.

"Hey," Randall said, grinning. "How's it going?"

Robin gave him a look.

"That bad, huh?" Randall asked, looking sympathetic. "Listen, I need a spotter. You interested?"

"Definitely," Robin said, setting the book on a bench. Working as a spotter meant that he was technically resting since a spotter was only supervising, not participating. He would watch Randall while he did his forms, perhaps correct a faulty stance, but beyond that, he'd be resting and the doctor couldn't complain.

Space

Slade woke up, feeling as if he had a wad of cotton in his mouth and a vise on his head. Whatever kind of sedative that Mr. Weiss had used, it was quick and strong. He'd spent a lot of time under its influence lately. They were traveling somewhere, he could tell that much, but he couldn't tell where. Where was he now? He looked about, trying to work out of his bonds. Even when he was sedated, they kept him tied up. The room looked like a bedroom somewhere.

The door opened, and it was Mr. Weiss.

"Find Robin yet?" Slade demanded.

"Robin has never been, is not, and never will be any of your business," Mr. Weiss said, glaring at Slade. "The only thing you need to concern yourself with now is what you'll do behind bars."

"A prison? Please," Slade scoffed. "As if a prison would hold me!"

"The one I'm taking you to will hold you quite well, I assure you, and it's one that Batman takes a personal interest in. You'll never get out of it."

"That remains to be seen. Surely you didn't come here just to chat?"

Weiss smiled the slightest bit. "We're too much alike, you and I," he said, taking out a couple of pills. "You were right. It's time for another dose."

Slade glared at him. Some day, he vowed, he would find out exactly who this Mr. Weiss was, and make him and Batman pay for all of the indignities he was suffering.