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Author's Note: Thank You reviewers!
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Chapter Three: Missions"What did you do to my friends?" Robin asked, ready to charge at Slade.
"Now, now, Robin. You know better than to attack me when your friends' lives are in my hands." Slade kept his hands behind his back.
"What did you do to my friends?" Robin asked again, putting down his hands.
"It's not the matter of what I did to them, Robin. It's what I will do to them if you don't obey my commands."
Robin's eyes grew wider. "Damn you!" Robin charged at him, failing to grab his neck. "What are you planning to do?"
Slade stepped backward and revealed four wooden chairs, each with a titan, limp and unmoving. Each of the Titans had a round chip pierced into the back of their heads. It must be the one keeping them asleep.
Slade took Raven's chin with a finger. "It would be a shame for a beautiful creature to die, Robin."
"Get away from her!" Robin's heart pounded. "What are you planning to do?"
Slade took his hands from his back, revealing a small dagger, and neared it to the side Raven's left shoulder.
"It bleeds faster than any other part of the body. You will die in mere minutes." Slade explained.
Robin wanted to shout, but he found himself choking on his words.
"Now, Robin we begin."
Robin's suit was now orange and black, he refused to look at himself, and refused to look at his friends.
He adjusted the Velcro strap of his laser, keeping his eyes to the ground.
His first mission was to plant a bomb in the biggest oil company in Jump City.
It was easier now, without the Titans to protect the city.
All he had to do was get in, plant the bomb, and exit. It was way too simple.
In mere minutes, the entire building was torn down.
His other missions were as easy as the first one.
He only had to destroy any tall building in the city. It wasn't long 'till his acts were spread across the country.
It was only his second week as Slade's apprentice, yet he had destroyed half of the city.
Homes were demolished, buildings were torn down, and lives were lost.
He watched from above the old factory, Slade's hideout.
The streets were bloodstained, and the city was quiet.
The homeless people watched from under a cardboard box, their home.
A hand was gently placed on Robin's shoulder.
"Good work, my apprentice." Said the voice. "You have done well."
Robin did not reply.
"This is the product of your hard work, Robin."
Robin shook his head, and said through gritted teeth. "No. This is a product of blackmail."
He shook Slade's hand from his shoulder. "I will never be your apprentice. I'm just a slave. I have nothing to learn from you."
"Come, Robin. Now, we must rest."
Robin walked behind Slade, watching the people whimper from the corner of his eye.
Robin's eyes widened at the sight inside Slade's lair.
The gears twitched behind them.
Even Slade was surprised by the scene.
The chairs were empty and silhouettes of four teens were seen through the light.
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