Ok, because no one told me how the fight went I'm just going to make it up. I'm going to do my best. So just hold on ok? I'm going to do my best… ok here goes. ALSO I'M NOT TO GOOD AT BATTLE SCENES SO YEAH…

And just to tell you this is going to be a type of behind the scene part, what was going on in Slade's lair when the titans were figuring out what was going on

What has he done!

Look at what he was doing. How did it come to this? Why had he even given Slade a chance to do this?

Maybe because he wanted to be the hero and get the bad-guy. Maybe because, he had left his team alone and turned his back for a little too long. Because-Because…

Because he was, Robin.

He was the Boy Wonder and he had a job to do…. And he failed.

He had failed every one. His friends. His team. His father.

He had failed himself.

Robin had become what he said he would never be. A villain. He had become Slade…

And he didn't stop it from happening…until now. He wasn't going to let Slade win! Never!

He had to fight and he HAD to win.

"Face it Robin." Slade hissed. "You can't beat me. Your nothing compared to me."

"You wanna bet?" Robin yelled.

Robin spun around away from the wall and swung his first as hard as he could at Slade; who merely moved his head to avoid the blow. Robin took that as a taunt, and swung his first faster, harder. Again and again. But Slade just moved left and right avoiding every blow that Robin threw at him.

Then suddenly, Robin saw an arm come out of nowhere at his head. By instinct Robin's hand came up into a upward thrust, just barley blocking his head from Slade's powerful hit.

But the punch was just the distraction; Slade kicked Robin directly in the stomach. Robin doubled over clutching his gut and coughed for air.

"Still believe you can even measure up to me?" Slade asked walking closer to Robin who was leaning against the wall for support. "Do you even still think your worth anything?"

Slade's words shot through him like a bullet to the heart. Fast, cold, hard, and painful.

"Shut up." Robin coughed up.

"Why?" Came Slade's cold voice in Robin's ear. The tiny hairs on the back of Robin's neck stuck up as he felt the presence of Slade. "What can you do? This is a battle that you can't win."

"Doesn't mean I can't win the war!" Yelled Robin. He turned around again with his fist raised and struck.

WHAM

Slade had caught his first before Robin even had a chance to hit him.

"Do we really need to do this?" Slade sounded almost bored… which angered Robin.

"UNTIL I BEAT YOU! YES!" He screamed. Twisting his body into a graceful martial arts flip he was able to escape from Slade's grasp.

Robin landed a surprisingly far distance away from Slade.

"Good." He thought. "This gives me a better chance at winning!"

Quickly he reached to utility belt and pulled out his bow-staff. Twirling it around in his fingers then swinging it in front of his face; he hoped that he was intimidating Slade.

"Do you really wish to do this, Robin?" Slade asked. Robin's horror he whipped out his own bow-staff… that looked a lot thicker and heavier that his. "I'll win again."

"Never." Robin hissed. And with a roar of rage Robin charged with his bow raised high above his head.

Swinging his bow with all his might at his target… Slade's head.

There was a loud noise as the weapons collided with one another.

"Oh Fuck." Robin thought. There was no way he could win this battle. Slade was better than him.

He was bigger, stronger, better at fighting... He had all the advantages. But that didn't mean Robin had to let him know that.

"Give it up, Robin." Robin hated the way Slade said his name. "You can never defeat me. I will always be around. Always."

He pushed harder on his bow-staff. Robin felt his heels dig into the ground and against his will slide back about an inch or two.

Slade was getting stronger, and Robin felt himself growing weaker and weaker.

But the fire that was building inside of Robin's heart was too much to ignore. He HAD to fight. The fire was in control. Like it always had been, from day one. His very own competitive burning fire. The fire that never went out and that never let him have any fun with anything he did because the fire mad it war.

Robin was able to do a graceful backhand spring and get away from the Slade. Landing on the ground with one hand on the ground and the other raised in the air.

"Who's nothing now?" Robin thought bitterly. Maybe he still had a chance… as olong as he didn't give into the pressure and keep his mind focused and-

Pow

Slade had run over to Robin and hit him hard in the rips before he could react. A gasp of pain escaped from Robin's lips and then again unaware Slade had swept his leg and kicked Robin in the back of the knees.

Robin fell flat on his back. He tried to role away from Slade, but he was to fast. Slade launched his body on top of Robin's, and grabbed the boy by his ebony hair.

The Boy Wonder was defeated.

"Get off me!"

"Apparently you were never taught manners." Slade hissed pulling on his hair a little harder. "What a pity."

Robin let out a growl of frustration. He tried to wiggle himself free of Slade's clutches. No good.

"Why even fight it Robin." There he goes saying Robin's name again. "You know you enjoy being a thief. You like the thrill of it all. You want to be my apprentice. Admit it."

Robin said nothing, but tried to move his head with all his might, but Slade's hand stayed where it was.

"Admit it. You always wanted to be a villain. Just say it."

"Never." Robin hissed.

"Why?"

"Because it's not true!"

"Why lie to yourself?"

Slade slammed robin's head in the ground. Hard. Robin could already feel the bruises forming on his temple.

"You don't have to lie to me, Robin. I know your every thought. I know you better than anyone else in this world. I know what you want. And I can give it to you. You just have to do what I say."

"You don't know me! And you never will!" Robin turned his head up to look at Slade, he didn't stand thinking that his legs would give away because of the dizziness in his head. "I wouldn't even be here if you weren't threatening my friend's lives. So don't you ever say that you know me! Because you don't! DON'T YOU DARE EVEN TRY TO ACT LIKE MY FAHTER!"

There was an eerie silence after Robin had yelled those words. The word 'Father' echoes through the dark halls of Slade's lair.

Robin breathed heavily waiting to Slade to do something.

Secretly Robin wanted for Slade to start a fight again. Maybe next time he would remember some of Slade's tricks and win. Then he would be free to save his friends and get the hell out of there.

But it never came. Slade just stood there. Then out of nowhere, something of a laugh came from behind Slade's mask. It wasn't a happy laugh; it wasn't the laugh that fills ones lunges up with clean and fresh air, the kind that makes people feel good. It was the kind that fills a cold room and somehow makes it feel colder. The kind that you might hear in a horror movie, the kind that haunts your dreams…the kind that still haunts Robins…

"Look around you Robin." Chills ran up and down Robin's back. "There's no one else there. You will never see your friends again. You will never see your… father again. Just me. So…in a way… you have no choice but to let me be your father."

"I may have to stay here. I may have to do everything you say." Robin stood on shaking legs. "But I will never"- he moved his arm in front of him to give the word never more feeling- "be my father! Got it."

'Have it your way." Slade said as he started to walk away. "Be lonely for ever."

"I won't have to. Because I wouldn't be here forever!" Yelled Robin, forming his hands into fist incase he Slade threatened his friends again and he had to fight.

Slade stopped and turned to Robin. "As long as you want you friends to remain alive… you will stay here."

"I just have to wait until the probes die out!"

"They will never die."

"That's a lie. They can't survive forever in their bloodstream!"

"Yes. They can."

And Slade was gone.

That couldn't be true could it? Would Slade's probe really stay in Robin's friend's body forever? Would Robin really have to work for Slade for the rest of his life? Would he always be Slade's little apprentice?

Why did life have to be so cruel? Why did all the answers in life have to be the wrong ones? Why did everything have to be so hard?

And why did everything have to happened to him? And why did it all have to be out of fears?

One thing that Robin feared was that one-day Slade would walk in and decide that Robin had failed him. What if he walked in and said…

"You have displeased me Robin." Slade would hiss. " You've failed as an apprentice."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Robin would answer back.

"It means that you lose your friends." And with that he would press the button and send his friends to their deaths.

"NOOOO!" Robin would charge, but it would be to late.

The images danced in his head and floated on the top of his head. He would feel his heart sink and his stomach lurch every time he had to walk past the T.V. screens that showed his friend's infected blood stream. He would run past them as fast as he could just so he could avoid looking at them.

Slade had only one small wastebasket in his lair (because it wasn't his real home Slade saw no reason to have a real trash can) but it wasn't enough for when Robin had to rush over and vomit in. And more than once did Robin have to do that. The thought of watching his friends die would make him lose all feelings in his head and then he would feel the burning hot liquid rise up to his throat. Then he would find himself run the dark corner of the lair were that stupid tiny little basket was and he would puck his guts out.

And when he would rise up on shaking legs coughing to get air, and using the back of his hand to whip his mouth, he would turn, and there would be Slade. Just watching him shaking his head.

"I thought you were strong, Robin. You clearly need more training, you're getting soft."

"I am strong. And I don't need anymore training from you. I don't need anything from you!" Robin would shot back.

And then Slade would strike him across the face for his insolence. And after just vomiting, Robin wasn't very fast to block it.

A different fear that Robin had was that Bruce was to find out. What would Robin do then? Would he help Robin, like he always did? Or would he tell Robin that he had used up all of Bruce's trust and what if he didn't want him as a son anymore. What would he do then?

"Why would you do this?" Bruce would look sad and disappointed. He most likely not even look Robin in the eyes? "Why?"

'Bruce- I, I had no choice." Robin would try to reach out a hand to Bruce but he would turn away from it.

"Did you forget everything I ever taught you? You always have a choice Robin!" He would be yelling at Robin with his back turned. "Did I really not raise you right? I taught you everything and you choice this path in the end."

"Bruce that's not true." Robin would try not to defend himself, but to defend his mentor. "You raised me right!"

"Then what happened to you?"

"If you would just listen-"

"I don't really want to hear anything you have to say Robin." His words would be hard and cold. "I would appreciate it if you left now, Robin."

Even thought robin knew that Batman would never say that to him, the horror of it still haunted him. He didn't think he could handle it if he had to look at Bruce when he found out. Robin just prayed that Bruce would NEVER find out.

The last fear was that Slade was telling the truth about the probes. That they would stay in their bodies forever… and Robin would have to work for Slade forever too. And what if Robin became Slade.

"I'm proud of you, Robin." Slade would tell him, resting a hand on his back.

"Thank you Master." The words that Robin feared he would come to say.

"Ready for our next steal.'

"Of course." Robin would be smirking.

"Great. You really have become a good apprentice."

"I try…father."

What if that happened! WHAT THEN! What if- what if he never saw his friends again, what if he had to fight them… forever? What would he do then?

Sorry so short but I'm going to bed ya'll!