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Her eyes, fluttering open, took in the scene in front of her. To put the words to describe the area in simple terms:
It was dark.
Extremely dark. Even Raven wasn't accustomed to this kind of darkness. But, nonetheless, Raven's eyes adjusted to it and were able to make out objects lying in the room. The only pieces of furniture were a metal table (at least, she thought it was metal, but she truly did not give a damn, and a metal chair. The walls, apparenty, were metal as well.
What an intriguing design, don't you think?
She tried moving, but whatever bastard locked her here not only had bad taste in designing, (if it was Slade who did this, she wouldn't be too surprised. Most of the time, his lair was a warehouse, for Pete's sake), but her captor was good with security.
She pulled at the chains that glued her to the back wall, but it was of no use as she was given small bolts of electricity, which now ran through her system, thus shocking her. She tried pulling again, knowing it would shock her, but she hated it here (that was an understatement) and wanted out.
It shocked her again.
Ah, screw it.
A door, which she hadn't noticed before, (what? it was dark.), opened, bringing in steam and a figure, which soon emerged from it.
Slade.
"Raven, how nice to see you!" Slade said, smirking, while emphasizing on the word "nice". Raven merely rolled her eyes.
"Wish I could say the same." she replied, wanting to do anything but talk to this vile man.
"Glad you think so." Slade walked over to the table. He pushed a button, thus leaving the rest of the table to flip over slowly, and revealing a new machine she never saw before. "This is the Electrocute." he stated, pointing to it. "It tends to shock anyone touching it and/or resisting it, such as it shocked you when you pulled on the chains."
At this moment, Raven thought two things:
1) Slade was a stalker. What, was he watching her this whole time?
2) She noticed a wire connected to her chains.
And as much as she hated Slade, she thought (and thought twice before admitting it) Slade was right.
Damn, the world was coming to and end.
Robin pulled his motorcycle to a stop by a curb. far away from the warehouse he suspected Slade to reside in, for he refused to attract attention from Slade, or anyone for that matter.
Taking off his helmet and setting it aside, Robin pushed through the rain that poured down on his head, bring his hair to his eyes. Robin brushed his ebony locks away, for they were starting to become a nuisance. There was a reason he spiked it up.
He smirked when reaching the suspected warehouse.
Bringing his plan into action, he snuck up into the warehouse, making sure he left no footprints. Even though it wasn't necessary, it was raining cats and dogs and mud was just sliding down the hills, he was sure Slade could find them even if they were washed away.
Heading for Slade was too straightforward. Sneaking in was a different approach, something Robin hadn't tried before when it came to Slade, but now, Raven's life was in danger.
It was up to him.
He jumped down into the abandoned warehouse, not realizing an eye was watching his every move. His hid in the shadows, jumping when the moving cameras were hidden from his view.
He finally made it, only to be stopped by the one man the loathed the most with every fiber in his being.
"Hello Robin."
It didn't take a genius to figure out who it was.
Growling, Robin forced the name out of his mouth.
"Slade."
AN: I wanted to make it longer, but the next part in mind is a twist, so yea.
You guys thought last chapter was a twist? Keep your shock for next chapter! (If I remember it)
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