I went into Robin's room. He was sitting on his bed, looking grim. He took no notice of me.

"Hey."

He jumped at my voice.

"Holy Batman!" Robin yelled.

"Um…sorry," I said.

He relaxed some.

"Did Slade blackmail you too?" Robin asked.

"Um…no," I said, slightly embarrassed. "He's my father."

"But you're a wolf and he's hum…" Robin started to say. He stopped. "You know what… I don't even want to know."

"He took me in after my mother was killed," I said. "He trained me in fighting."

"He did, did he? Do you know why?"

"Well…yeah…to take over the city," I said. "And even the world eventually."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yeah," I said. "Dad says there's too much evil in the world. I've wanted revenge on my real father ever since he left me. And I know that many humans kill wolves or keep them in captivity." I sighed. "Let's just say that I want revenge on the world. It's… really too complicated to explain."

"Not all humans are bad," Robin said. "I have lots of great friends that take down bad guys that threaten the city."

I turned to walk out the door.

"Nobody needs friends," I said. "Friends slow you down. Do you really believe that they are your friends?"

"Yeah," Robin said. "They are."

I sighed heavily.

"Just don't tell that to dad," I said walking out the door.

I went downstairs to the training room and did ten laps in the pool. I got out and shook myself off, water flying everywhere.

Creak!

I turned at the sound of the door as Wintergreen, dad's butler, came into view.

"Master Rocky," he said. "What are you doing down here?"

"What I always do on Thursday before going to bed," I said. "And for the last time, stop calling me 'Master Rocky'. That's dad's title."

"Yes, of course," Wintergreen said. "Your father wants to speak to you."

My eyes widened slightly.

"Am I in trouble for something?" I asked.

"I don't know what Master Slade wants."

I groaned.

"Okay. Thanks Wintergreen," I said heading for the door. I walked to dad's office and went inside. I couldn't see him anywhere. "Um… dad?" I asked. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I did," Slade said, turning his chair around.

"Well, what?" I asked.

"I don't want you coming into the training room tomorrow," he said. "Robin's training starts tomorrow at six o'clock A.M."

"Sure," I said. "Night."

I walked to my room and got into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Disclaimer: ((See Chapter 1))