All right, I just saw 'The Apprentice' A little while ago, and I saw that my story was completely off… But you all seem to like it so I'll keep it going I guess. I know now that I showed WAY too much of Batman, not enough Titans, so I'll work on that. Some things I might have already mentioned in the story, (Like I might add in the whole, "I made you my apprentice but the only thing you care about it your friends" thing but that's just because I think I need to redo it and…yeah…. Anyway, I'm working on it. Also it may not be very long, the next chapter will be though. I promise you that much at least. (PLEASE CHECK OUT SOME OF MY OTHER STORIES NO ONE ELSE IS:-( thanks :-) )

Fire grows. It's always been there from day one, but now it burns deep. It burns thick, hot and strong within him. It's the same fire that pushes him to get up every day, the same one that makes him fight the wrong doers and the same one that makes him strong…

…. And weak.

All it takes is a little spark to set a whole fire. And that's all it took to set Robin off. Get him mad once, and he'll be mad at you forever. Torment him once… and he won't stop until he has tormented you.

Threaten those he loves… and he'll beat you to the ground.

Those were the rules of the 'Boy Wonder'. Every one knew of them and every one feared them. Most backed off and gave Robin exactly what he wanted; peace. While others wanted to see what would happen if they pushed the limits. Would he really beat you and make you learn your lesson the hard way. He's just a kid after all. Was there really any way for him to win? And almost always the answer was yes.

Yes, he was just a kid.

Yes, he would beat you to the ground.

Yes, he would make you learn your place in the world.

And yes, there was always a way for him to win.

But he had to find it first. He had to see his chance… and take it.

And that was his plan for Slade.

Sooner or later Slade would let his guard down and Robin would get that controller… And he would save his friends and he would defeat Slade. He had once even told Slade of his plan once before too, sort of a threat to him… he merely laughed…Sooner or later…

It looked like later…

His friends weren't coming; they still thought him to be a criminal. And his 'father' had no idea, or at least he thought, of what was going on. So it was all his own, and he could do it…if he just tried hard enough… at least he hoped he could.

He just couldn't give into games, no matter what happens.

HE watched as Slade entered the room in which Robin had been standing in, just to try to get away from Slade and think. But Slade always found… typical Slade.

Not wanting to turn around Robin remains looking at the blank wall. Anything was better than looking at Slade, and this way it gave him a chance of thinking of how to defeat him without him reading his mind.

"Looking for something?" Slade usual smooth voice filled Robin's ears.

"No." Robin barley opens his mouth to reply. Sure, the bitter sting of not being able to talk to anyone was hard, but it beat out talking to Slade of all people.

Sometimes in dark corners of others homes you are able to find hidden secrets and past events that have molded the person to be what they are now. Maybe there was a tragic loss, or a bloody fight and that's why the person is bitter. Maybe it was a death of a child and that's why the person feels alone and doesn't let anyone close. Or maybe they killed someone and that's why they're cold and never talk much.

Robin tried to find the past about Slade. Searching threw his desk tops when he was away, or listening to every word that Slade said very closely, in case he might let slip a few clues. Nothing. Not one single thing. Slade was trying to keep something a secret… but what?

Inside Robin knew he didn't really care what it was. He was never going to pity Slade, he was never going to want to help him, and he was never going to agree with him on anything so what did it matter what his past was like? It didn't. But he was still curious…

"Bitterness is the first step to loneliness." Hissed Slade into Robin's ears.

"If I'm bitter it's because of you." Robin shot back. "I'm not lonely I'm mad. Mad at you for making me stay here with you for this long!"

"It hasn't been that long."

"It has too."

He feels Slade slowly walk closer and then lean his masked face over Robin's left shoulder. "It's only been three days, robin."

Three days? Was he telling the truth? No way. It had to be longer than that. It just had to be. It felt more like a decade that just three days.

Lets see, the first night he became Slade's apprentice he spent the day getting mad and getting used to his new costume. The next day Slade made him steal from Wayne Enterprise and he had to fight with his friend, and that night he had gotten sick and tried to fight Slade off… and then he had that weird dream just this morning… wow. It really was only three days. It felt like so much longer. God, what if he had to live here for the rest of his live; it would feel like a never-ending nightmare.

"That's three days too long." Robin hissed. He then felt two heavy hands grip his shoulder.

"It hasn't been that bad."

"Yes it has. I hate doing things that I don't want to do. And your forcing me to, so now you know why I hate you and why I hate it here." Robin shrugged Slade's hands off his shoulder and started to walk away with out even looking at his 'master'.

But he didn't very far before Slade opened his mouth. " I'm not forcing you to do anything robin, you and I both know that."

"I have been monitoring your heart rate and nerve system (a/n I forgot what else he said so well go with nerves) and even though you will not admit it it's a high level."

Robin stopped and clutched his hands in the form of a fist. Slade had better not say what he thought he was. Robin hated thinking it, he hated believing it and he hated hearing it. If Slade was going to say it he would-

"You enjoy it. The thrill, the excitement; doing something you know is wrong and getting away with it. It's fun to you. It's new and entertaining thing. If anything I'm doing you a favor."

That's it.

Robin turned and ran at Slade with all his might and swung his fists. First his left fists at Slade's head and when Slade was dodging that blow, Robin it him in the chest.

Finally. Robin had hit Slade and not gotten hit back.

Slade doubled over for a small second, but quickly recovered, but not quick enough. Robin slammed his fist as hard as he could into Slade's face. Then swung his leg behind the back of Slade's knees. Slade feel to the ground with an echoing thud.

Robin stood over Slade with his back strait and first still clenched tight. Finally, he had beaten Slade. He had proven himself worthy and more powerful than that of Slade. All the self-doubt in him, all the underestimating no seemed far away. He was better that Slade, the very person who had imprisoned him. One more kick at Slade's head and-

BAM

Once again Robin had underestimated Slade. Right when Robin was about to kick the man in the head, he, with his long legs, kicked Robin directly in the chest and used his body to pull his up from off the ground.

"Arg!" Robin wasn't going to let Slade win again. He was going to win no matter what. And he was going to save his friends, even if it killed him in the process.

Robin jumped off the ground when Slade's legs came to knock him to the ground like he had just done, then he tried to hit Slade in the head with his metal-covered foot… if only he wasn't so short.

Enraged by his apprentice's resent out break, Slade moved faster and hit harder than ever. Robin just had to block every blow, or it could lead to serious injury.

Robin merely ducked when Slade's fist came flying at his head, and then stepped to the side when Slade's leg came plunging at his ribs.

How do you like being taunted? Robin thought bitterly.

Robin jumped in the air and kicked once with each of his legs, hitting Slade in the head each time. Then when he landed on the ground again, he turned his body avoiding Slade's heavy punches, and punched with all his might at Slade's head.

There was a hollow snapping noise as Slade's mask spit down the middle.

Slade backed away from Robin quickly, his hand over the mask. Robin just stood there, surprised at what he had just down.

Sure, he had been able to take Slade's mask off before, but this was different, this wasn't just a battle in the middle of no where, trying to get Slade to admit what he was up to. No, this was a war in the middle of a battlefield, trying to fight for Robin's life. And for a brief and shinning moment Robin thought he had finally won.

There are many times in our lives when we think we've done something so great and so wonderful only to look back at it later and think you could have done so much better. We may think when were little that we have just made the most wonderful drawing in the world and then find it in some old box in the garage and then think it was just a bunch of messy lines and not understand why it meant so much to you in the first place. Or maybe you look back on a relationship you had with someone you really thought might be the one, and you ask yourself what happened? Why did it turn out this way in the end? We had everything… only to look back and realize you didn't have it in the first place. It was meaningless.

Nothing is ever meaningless. Nothing is ever there for no reason. Maybe that drawing looks bad to you now, but when you were little, it was the greatest thing and filled you with pride and helped you with your self-esteem. That drawing may have saved your life in the long run. Or maybe that relationship you used to have, just because it didn't turn out alright in the end, maybe just because your not friends now, well you were, and you were in love for a short while, and it meant something for that while.

Just because something doesn't turn out the way we wanted them to, doesn't mean they weren't worth it for the while.

Even though Robin didn't know it then, and maybe he'll never admit it to anyone, but his time with Slade taught him so much. In a lot of ways, it was worth it in the end.

Standing there in front of Slade, watching him struggle with his damaged mask, Robin realized how much he had learned.

By listening to Slade and by watching him for so long he had learned how to over come Slade, he had learned that you just had to be faster and you couldn't go wrong. He just had to keep up with the villain, beat him before he had the chance to strike. He had made the mistake of being too slow once already, it had gotten his friends very lives in danger, and he wasn't going to let it happen again.

When he realized that he mask had only been cracked and was going to remain of his face, Slade turned dangerously slow to Robin.

"You need to learn your place apprentice." He hissed. Robin had never heard him sound so cold before.

"I already know it. It's back at Titan's tower." Robin answered in the same low voice.

Without warning Slade charged, and at the same time, much to Slade's surprise so did Robin. When the two met there was a coition of fist and feet as the two struck at each other without mercy.

Just as robin was about to kick Slade in the leg, the other one came and hit Robin hard in the stomach. Robin flew across the room and hit the wall were Slade kept many of the gadgets and knobs that powered the lair.

Thinking quickly, Robin looked down to his right. There beside him were a few long levers used for lighting. Robin grabbed the handle of one and kicked with all his might, the lever snapped away from his base.

If he couldn't use his weapons, because Slade had taken them away, then he was going to make his own. And this lever stick would make the perfect Bow Staff.

Robin twirled the bow in front of him then held it out with a strong grasp. Slade wasn't going to win… not this time.

Slade ran forward yelling at Robin as he did so. Robin couldn't really make out the words that he was saying all he heard was the beating of his heart and his own mind saying faster, faster.

Slade must have not considered that Robin held the advantage. Right when Slade was going to strike at Robin, Robin swung his bow staff and knocked Slade to the ground.

Slade feel, and grabbed his mask again, it must have been coming loss because he didn't let it go for a while.

"What are you going to do now Robin?' Slade hissed as Robin walked closer to the man.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." Robin reached to his chest and pulled as hard as he could on the medal 'S' on his 'Slade uniform' until it came free of the outfit.

Robin didn't even look at it; he threw it at the ground, where it landed in front of Slade and turned to walk away. "I'm out of here."

Before robin could get very far he heard the familiar sound of an enraged Slade from behind him.

Once again the Boy Wonder was too slow.

Robin turned around to prepare for battle again but Slade was already there. Slade threw himself on top of Robin and the two fell to the ground with Slade on top… with his hand firmly on top of Robin's head.

No. Not again.

"Not bad Robin." Slade whispered in his ear. "Maybe with a few more years of training you might pose of a threat."

Robin felt the hand grow heavier. Slade was forcing his face to the ground, his fingers digging into his temples. The pain was there again. It swarmed into his head from every direction and made it imposable for him to fight back.

Slade was going to win again…

Then out of nowhere a voice filled the lair with noise… it sounded so familiar too…

"Leave him alone!"

Ahhh that turned out bad… but o well…. I'll make the last one (maybe next one or two more after that don't really know yet) really good, promise. Anyway, if it's not too much to ask… do you think maybe you could look at my other stories…. Their not very good but I think their alright……. THANK YOU :BLOWS KISSES: