DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Titans

NOTES: Ok, I changed the format of this story, cause I got some great ideas, and it would just be way to hard to do it in just Jason's point of veiw. So, enjoy!

Chapter 3

Slade

The Titans slowly got off the ground, their vision slowly returning to them. Terra was the first to get to her feet. She looked around the park, seeing the other Titans getting to their feet. She saw Robin stagger out of the park, one arm covering his stomach.

"Where did he go? We need to go after him and ge-"

"Robin, we don't even know where he is. How would we catch him?" Terra replied.

Robin stared at Terra, realizing she was right. He sighed and turned away from her and saw Raven getting to her feet. Cyborg and the others walked into view as well, each rubbing their eyes.

"Aw man, where did that punk run off to? I got somethin' to show!" Cyborg bellowed.

"He's gone, Cy. Come on; let's go back to the Tower. I'm sure one of the bank security cameras got a shot of him." Robin said, pointing to the cameras that were watching outside the bank.

The Titans went back to the Tower, each going his or her own way when they got there. Robin went to the living room and began to search for the mysterious teen that attacked them. After a few hours of searching, Robin was finally able to match the picture from the bank's outside security camera to a picture. An old picture, one from a few years ago.

"Hey, I found him!" Robin called out to the other Titans.

The Titans arrived in the living room a few seconds later, interested in what Robin had found.

"Where is he? Let's go get him!" Beastboy said.

"I didn't find him exactly. I found out who he was. The last known picture of him was from seven years ago." Robin explained, putting up a picture of a young Jason.

Behind the Titans, they heard a sharp gasp. They turned and looked at Terra.

"Something wrong, Terra?" Robin asked.

"I…I recognize that picture…"

"Yeah, so do we. It has all his information on the side of the screen!" Beastboy said.

Terra groaned. "No BB. That picture…is of my Brother."

T SLADE'S HIDEOUT T

Jason slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on a cold, hard bed, with nothing but a pillow under my head. He sat up slowly, holding his head. He felt a pounding headache, which normally happened when he lost control of his powers. Jason slowly got up from the bed and looked around the room. It was a bare, gray room, with one light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and no furniture with the exception of the metal slab that passed as a bed. Maybe it was because he was still a little out of it, but he didn't even hear the man come in.

"Hello, Jason."

Jason whirled around and came face to face with a man that he had never seen before. He was fully armored and wearing the black and pale orange mask that Jason had seen just before he passed out.

"And what the hell do you want? And who the hell are you?" Jason snarled.

"Ah, it is not what I want, but what you want. And I can give it to you." The man said, slowly walking towards me.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

"Control. Control over your impressive powers. I saw from the way you reacted when you encountered the Titans earlier today. Stay with me, become my apprentice, and I can give you control, and more. So much more."

Jason stared at the armored man, interested, but not sure. Then, he realized something.

"How did you know my name?" Jason asked.

"I know all about you, Jason. I've been waiting for you to for a very, very long time."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Let's just say I have some…connections in Wakesville." The man replied.

Jason stood there for a few seconds, thinking to himself. There were a lot of people that had connections in Wakesville, and he knew most of them, but never this guy.

"You didn't answer my second question. Who are you?" Jason asked, staring into the man's cold, blue eye.

"My name is Slade. You would know me by only by my other name." He said cryptically.

"Oh yeah? And what name would that be?"

"Deathstroke the Terminator."

Jason felt his breath catch in his chest. Deathstroke was THE top assassin in the world, even though he fell off the grid a few years back, he was the one that all the other assassins modeled themselves after.

"I see you remember the name. Good. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, we can get started. I have laid my offer on the table. You can take it, or leave it."

That gave Jason something more to think about. Could Deathstroke really give him the control he wanted? Or was he lying to him?

"I'll think about it." Jason said, starting to walk past him.

"No. This offer is one time deal. If you walk out that door, it will not be presented again." Deathstroke said. "And you can go on living your life in the constant danger of having your powers overtake you time and time again. It will eventually kill you."

Jason stopped before he passed him, thinking hard. This could be his only chance to gain control of his erratic powers. Jason turned and faced him, not breaking eye contact with the man known as Deathstroke.

"Fine. I'll stay. But if you can't deliver, I'll take you down just like any other street punk." Jason said harshly.

Before Jason could even blink, he felt Deathstroke's fist embed itself in his stomach, knocking him back a few feet, before Jason could even gasp the breath, Deathstroke's foot came flying at him, connecting squarely with his jaw, spinning him around. Jason landed on the floor seeing stars and not being able to breathe.

"I will not tolerate such insolence from someone like you. The others were different, but you will respect me. And from now on, you will refer to me as Master." I heard him say as he walked towards the door.

Before he left, he called out on last bit of advice.

"Get some rest, Apprentice. Tomorrow we begin your training."

With that, he shut the door, leaving the young man with a cracked jaw and without breath. Jason slowly gathered himself and stood up, holding on to the edge of the table for support. He threw himself onto the table, landing on the cold surface hard. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before shutting his eyes. Sleep came quickly and blissfully.