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NOTES: K, Next chapter will be a hellva lot longer, I promise!

Chapter 4

Training

"What do you mean he's your brother!?" Beastboy said, waving his arms in the air. "You never said you had a brother!"

"There are still some things I keep to myself, BB." Terra replied. "And until today, I thought he was dead."

"Dead? Terra, I think you should tell us what happened." Robin said.

"Yeah. I think I should. It's gonna be a long story." Terra replied, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

T SLADE'S HQ T

"The first step to controlling your powers is body conditioning. Your powers overwhelm your body simply because it is too weak. The second step is mind conditioning. You shall achieve this through intense meditation. To further your mind conditioning, there will be a program connected through me which will be connected to you through the helmet you see sitting on the stand. The idea of this is to assault your mind with various psychic attacks, and see how you deal with them."

Jason was sitting in a computer room by himself listening to Deathstroke's computer drone on about how he would achieve control. He was barely listening though. his mind had gone back to the first meeting with him, and what Deathstroke had said.

"I will not tolerate such insolence from someone like you. The others were different, but you will respect me."

"But who were these other people?" He said out loud. "And what happened to them?"

Jason stared around the room, bored out of his mind. The computer was going through the cycle of telling him how he would get control again. Deathstroke had brought him into the room and told him to wait there until he returned. He had turned on the program on repeat, and now that Jason had heard it, he expected him to arrive any second. Jason let out a long sigh and looked around at the room again. Other then the computer, there was a two-way window near the door. Jason had a feeling that Deathstroke was watching him, probably seeing what he would do when the recording had repeated itself for the hundredth time.

An hour later, Jason had gotten out of the chair and stretched out on the floor, eventually falling asleep out of boredom. He was awakened by a sharp kick to his ribs that propelled him a few feet across the floor.

"Time to start training, Apprentice. I will not have you falling asleep before I give you permission." Deathstroke said as he walked towards me.

Jason gasped from the pain of the kick, but quickly got to his feet. But before he could get into a fighting stance to retaliate, Deathstroke had grabbed him by his shirt front and threw him over his shoulder, sending Jason crashing through the door and into a larger room, which was now full of training equipment.

"Come now, You can't be that weak, can you?" Jason heard him say tauntingly.

Jason got up and looked around the room. Deathstroke hadn't come out from the computer room, but when Jason looked through the doorway, he was no where to be found.

Jason felt a rough hand grab him by the neck from behind. The next thing he knew, he was flying through the air again. This time, Jason came up in a martial arts roll, which enabled him to get to his feet rather quickly. Jason turned and faced Deathstroke, who was clapping slowly.

"Very good. You know how to minimize the damage from the throw. You will condition your body through sparring with me. In addition to the conditioning, you will also learn more fighting techniques."

Jason answered by raising both of his hands and using his powers to try and blast him through the nearest wall. A bright blue energy blast emitted from both hands, shooting straight towards Deathstroke. Jason lost him in the light, but thought he had gotten him pretty good. He was wrong. Jason saw him just before the kick landed. He had jumped over the shot and arched into a jumping kick, which connected with his unprotected chest, stopping his power and knocking him back a few feet.

"Nice try. But I know better. You need much work, Apprentice. Let us begin."

Jason stared back at the man and nodded, falling into a basic fighting stance.

T TITAN'S TOWER T

"And then he shouted for me to get out of the building. I barely made it out before the building collapsed. After that happened, I left Wakesville and just…traveled around. When I lost my family, I also lost control of my powers, even though they weren't very strong back then." Terra said.

"And then you came here." Robin finished.

"Yeah. But now that I know he's alive, we've got to find him!" Terra said.

"And we will, Terra. But we don't even know where to begin looking." Robin replied.

"Well, let's just go back to the place where we first met him and start from there!"

Robin sighed. He knew Terra would go weather he ok'd it or not.

"I'm with you, Terra!" Came Beastboy's voice.

"Fine. You two would go even if I told you not to. So let's head out there and start looking." Robin said reluctantly.

T SLADE'S HIDEOUT T

Jason and Deathstroke had been training for a few hours, and Jason was taking the worst beating of his life. But even though he had been getting beaten, He was learning quite a lot. After being knocked down for the twentieth-something time, Deathstroke stopped.

"That is enough sparring for today. We will proceed with the mental portion for the rest of the day."

"Yes Master." Jason replied, hating the fact that I had to call this man Master.

He led his new apprentice back to the computer room and pointed to the chair. Jason walked over and sat in it, while he picked up the helmet that was sitting on the stand and placed it on his head. It covered Jason's eyes, ears and nose.

"I will be back later. Concentrate hard, and you will succeed." Was all he said before he shut the door.

Immediately, Jason's mind was assaulted by waves of painful attacks, all the while the computer was repeating over and over, "Concentrate, fight the attacks, concentrate."

OUTSIDE

"Does everything go according to plan, Master?" An elderly man in a butler suit asked Slade as he walked out of the room.

"Yes, Wintergreen. Everything goes according to plan. This way he will be sure to follow my every order." Slade replied.

"Yes, it will. I assembled everything together myself. The attacks on his mind will wipe away ninety-eight percent of his memory. He will only have fragments of his memory, and the knowledge that he serves you and only you." Wintergreen explained.

"Very good. If only Robin and Terra had turned out like this." Slade said.

"With all due respect, Master, the device wasn't even close to being finished when you went after them."

Slade sighs heavily, knowing that his loyal servant was right.

"Yes, I know that. That will be all for now, Wintergreen."

"Of course, Master."

With that, Wintergreen turned and walked off into the darkness of Slade's underground base. Slade walked over to the two-way window and looked in, seeing his new apprentice rolling on the ground, trying to rip the helmet off. Jason was in obvious pain.

"Sorry, Apprentice. You shall find that getting the helmet off will be quite impossible. Not until I come back for you. For now, I shall pay our Titan friends a little visit."