Author's note: I was so surprised when I heard her say that…so WOAH…we were playing a videogame then I kept on losing then she said the quote then I was so…OOOH! CAN I PLEASE USE IT IN A FIC? Then she goes…YEAH…so here I go!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this fic…or the quote, which belongs to my cousin.

His voice echoed through Robin's head, haunting his every thought, crushing his every dream and awaking his darkest nightmares.

"Robin…Are you afraid?" Robin turned, punching nothing but the rain.

"Show yourself!" His voice was scratchy from his continuous screams from nightly torments.

"Scared of a little darkness?" his sinister laugh echoed through the woods.

Robin was sent flying to the tree, a bruise on his cheek. He wiped off blood from his lip.

"Let me fight you!" He shouted again through gritted teeth. His lip was swollen from an earlier punch. His mask nearly torn from his face and his clothes were ripped with stains of blood from wounds.

A weight pushed him and kept him face down, wringing his wrist to his back, pinning him down. His arm was twisted on his back.

"Now you can fight me," Slade whispered to his ear. "Why, Robin, why don't you fight back?" he twisted Robin's arm even more, as the boy wonder screamed in pain.

He desperately tried to push the weight away from his body, but he couldn't.

Slade grabbed him by his hair, pulled his head up then pushed him back down, forcing Robin's face to the ground. His blood stained the dirt.

"Doesn't it feel good to lose…again?" Slade whispered in his ear.

Slade got up and stared at his masterpiece. Robin, the boy wonder, was lying face down on the ground, his arms placed in a way that couldn't be described, his face pushed to the dirty mud, and his body stained with his own blood. It was exquisite.

000

He finally had it…the chance to beat him. After all that he has done. He was there, in front of him, his Armour of black and orange stained with his own blood and not someone else's.

"Good to see you again…" said the boy wonder, who is now known as Nightwing.

"You can change your name but that's it. You're still a little weakling."

It surprised Nightwing that even in the midst of pain, Slade could still bring himself to taunt his enemy.

He forced his foot to Slade's stomach, his enemy coughed blood. Nightwing could see Slade's face as it was only half-covered with his mask.

"That's nothing, Robin." He smiled cruelly. "I could do much more than that."

"Shut up!" He elbowed Slade's chest.

Slade was now gasping for air.

Even he, though, was surprised at what he did. This maybe was the product of long-kept bitterness. How much hatred he had for Slade, for everything he did and everything he didn't do. For all the years spent with sleepless nights and tiring days. He all let it out on this very night.

But this wasn't what he wanted to do.

Nightwing paused for a second. He didn't know what to do next. Kill him, or let him suffer? Either way, he won. He smiled.
"Aren't you going to kill me?" Slade asked, picking himself up. "I would kill you."

"You're right. It is good to lose, but it's better to win."

Nightwing grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head up and pushed him back down, forcing his face to the ground. His blood stained the dirt.

Now he stared at his masterpiece. It wasn't as good as Slade's…it was better…much better.

Author's Note: Now I'm bored.