Hey guys sorry this one took so long to make, my life kinda got hectic. My friend came in from Arizona for a few days and I pretty much was with her the whole time before she had to leave and then other things came up and I had to prepare for my first year of College as a highschooler… but I've been working on this chapter little by little and I finally finished it. Not much only 5k words but longer than last chapter! So I'm slowly improving. Oh and I don't know if I liked one of the Character's P.O.V. (Starfire's) I just couldn't seem to get her thought process down correctly, I hope I did well but I'll let you guys be the judge of that.

Robin's P.O.V.

I looked down at my hands miserably, there was so much blood. Blood shed by my hands. Blood of my friends. Blood of my enemies. Blood of innocents. It was so easily to take away their lives, as if it was one of Beast Boy's video games where you just shoot a guy and move onto the next. But this isn't a game, I thought angrily. I just gave into that stupid voice… I let myself lose control and the only one to stop me was Slade.

It was odd as I recalled the battle I had with my friends, their faces in shock and betrayal. As I killed each one I remember their pleas.

I looked down at Cyborg's still form as he glared up at me. I managed to cut some vital wires in his electronic side of his body, which made Cyborg unable to move. I pulled out a long bladed dagger and looked at it for a moment. I never owned such deadly weapons before… it feels right. I felt a twisted grin form on my face. Cyborg gawked at my expression and shouted, "Rob! How can you do this? We were your friends! Your family…" I simply crouched down near Cy's head and slit his throat, watching his one human eye become dull with death.

I turned around and saw an injured Beast Boy looking and his now dead best friend. His eyes turned to me and I saw fear. Something inside me became excited at the look and I stood up from my crouch. I sauntered over to the shape shifter and picked him up by the throat. With his eyes so full of fear and confusion the excitement grew. I felt… dominant. In control. Bb clawed at my hand, desperate to have air rush into his lungs. I simply watched with sick glee until he choked out, "You were supposed to be the hero, Robin. The hero always wins…" And with that I crushed his lungs and let him fall to the ground with a thud.

Raven simply looked at him sadly as he stalked his way towards her. She lifted her hand and said, "All I can see is Slade," instead of feeling anger at this statement, I felt elated. I grinned wickedly at her and pulled out a birdarang. Her eyes narrowed and she continued, "I would love to say this isn't you, Robin, but the more I see into your soul, the less I see of our leader and the more I see of Slade. With that retort I snorted and threw the blade, watching it crash into her skull.

Lastly there was Starfire; she looked so confused as if what was happening around her couldn't be possible. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and cried out, "Friend Robin! You must stop this! This is madness, can you not see?" She flew up to me and before she could say more I place my hands on her head and flicked my wrists. I heard a satisfying crack and she crumbled to the ground. I glared down at her body to see her innocent eyes staring up at me, frozen forever in death. I growled in frustration and kicked her body to make her face the ground.

I looked at the bodies around me and the destruction I caused, the only thing I can remember is their deaths. But the more I look the more bodies I see, innocents of Jump were strewn across the debris, which I realized was a destroyed road of Jump. I fell onto my knees and bowed my head. All I can see is Slade. No, Slade wouldn't create this much chaos for no reason. Slade always had a reason. But what I did… it was at random, no motive or reason behind it. I just felt the need to and couldn't hold back my need to destroy, to kill. The darkness in me finally erupted and I couldn't fight it back, I was too weak.

I slowly got up off my knees and took a closer look at the faces around me. Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven… Starfire. Not only that but I saw members of the Justice League, almost crazily I looked around for one member in particularly. Impaled into the wall by long blades, was Bruce. His cowl was off and blood was streaming from a wound on his forehead. His head turned and I saw dark brown eyes look straight into mine. He's still alive! I rushed over to my former mentor to help.

As soon as I made my way over though, something roared within me. I cried out and fell to the ground at Bruce's feet trying to fight the need to kill again. I screamed and thrashed on the ground as if I could somehow physically fight my inner demon.

Kill him. Kill him like all the others around you. This is what you were meant to do, Robin. You were born to kill. Kill him, Robin.

I screamed out in agony, "No… I… I can't. You can't make me. I won't."

The voice inside my head growled, You can and you will. I stood up, trying to fight my body as it grabbed Bruce by the chin. He groaned out in pain but still managed to look into my eyes, as if daring me to kill him.

In one last futile attempt, I begged, "Please. Don't let me… Someone! Anyone! Stop me!"

Right as I was about to make the killing blow, I felt arms wrap around me and pull me back. My body thrashed against the firm grip, but my mind sighed with relief. I felt lips near my ear as a soothing tone whispered, "It's alright, my little bird, I am here. There is no need to worry, I'll protect you."

The voice alone made my body relax and go limp in the man's arms; and soon everything was consumed in darkness.

Slade's P.O.V.

I set Robin down on my bed and ran my hand down his face and body, watching him grimaced. I slid his shirt off to assess the damage to his stomach and chest; the boy seemed to have one broken rib and a couple of cracked ones as well. His left wrist was bent in an unnatural angle probably from when he fell. I glanced up at his battered face, his left eye was swollen shut; bruises painted his face an ugly blue and purple, and his lip was split open.

Sighing, I left the room in search of painkillers and something to dress his wounds. As I made my way through the haunt, I couldn't help but feel the anger towards Rose and Grant. They need my little bird for something, which will most likely get him killed. My daughter… she is unstable to say the least. Last time I saw her she cut out her own eye just to be like me. As if that would earn my approval, I snorted in my head. Grant on the other hand at least tried something a little saner to attempt to earn my approval. He is a very capable fighter, but he doesn't have the fire that Robin does. I let Grant have a chance to be my apprentice, but he just couldn't keep up and I would not waste my time on anything less than perfection.

Robin may be resistant at being my apprentice, but at least he gave it his all and more while he was. Grant just struggled while Robin excelled. Making it back to my bedroom with the supplies and began cleaning and dressing his wounds. I watched as my little hero began to stir, he groaned and tried to sit up. I pushed him down gently by the shoulder.

"Stay."

The Boy Wonder groggily looked up at me, "…Slade?"

I nodded, "The one and only."

He tried to sit back up as he shouted, "You, bastard! You said you weren't the enemy, and then you go and try to kidnap me? Then when that didn't work out you simply decide to beat me to a bloody pulp!"

I simply put a glass of water to the boy's lips and commanded, "Drink."

Robin snarled, "Go to hell! You honestly think I'll accept anything from you? It's probably poisoned!"

I frowned, Robin may hate me but so far all that came out of his mouth was distraught and irrational. I pushed him back down to a laying position and tried to sooth the seething boy down, "I did not attack you. It's not poison, it's pain medication, Robin. What do you remember before you blacked out?"

He glared at me and spat, "All I hear is a girl crying for help and then… a man came and it turns out it was a trap, but I got away. The man followed me and he was you."

I tilted my head to the side and replied, "Did it look like me?"

Robin hesitated before answering, "Not at first… but then-" He suddenly stopped speaking and all color drained from his face.

I moved closer and questioned, "Robin, are you alright?"

My little bird looked over at me worriedly, "I- I… didn't kill anyone… did I?"

I look closely at my Robin, he looked like he was about to vomit and his eyes were frantically searching my mask, practically begging for me to say he did not. I looked down at his petite form as it began to shake. Robin began to hyperventilate, "Oh god… I did kill them! I killed them and it's all my fault!"

The little hero tried to scramble out of bed and I set down his drink then began to restrain him. I attempted to calm the struggling boy, "No, my little bird, you didn't kill anyone, but you were almost killed. Mind telling me what you're talking about?"

He seemed to relax in my hold but then stiffened and cried, "I… I killed t-them, Slade. T-the T-titans! But then I l-looked around me... so many people, just l-lying there. They were all dead because… because of m-me! Th-then Batman, he was there and other J-justice League m-members too! Bu…but B-batman… I-I pinned him to a wall… with bl-blades. I almost killed him too… but then you were there and stopped me. But… it was too late for everyone else… I killed them all and I didn't even c-care."

Robin hung his head in shame and I rubbed my hand in soothing circles on his back. I comforted him by saying, "My poor little bird, it was just a dream. You were knocked unconscious in a battle with my son, Grant, and the girl that tricked you was my daughter, Rose. You and I- Robin look at me- did not fight, nor did you kill anyone. You didn't kill Grant. You didn't kill the Titans. You didn't kill anyone."

Robin looked up at me and shakily asked, "It… it was just a dream? No one got hurt because of me?"

I chuckled slightly, "I wouldn't say that, little bird. You were beating Grant pretty well, until you seemed to just zone out."

The boy frowned, "I thought it was you, I knew I was fighting Grant at first… but then he became you and I was so angry. Something snapped but then I tried to fight it and… well I gave up and let yo- Grant hit me."

I tilted my head to the side and pondered, "So your solution was to just let yourself die? Put your friends in grief? Leave the city without their hero? Leave Batman without a son?"

Robin glared up at me and spat, "It would be better if they lost me to death than to the insanity in my head."

My eye narrowed into a slit and I harshly growled, "No, Robin. Giving up isn't a solution for you. You're a fighter, what happened back there isn't allowed of a hero. Even if you had killed Grant, the world would have been better off with one less villain."

Robin jerked his head side to side as he whispered, "No… no. I made an oath to never kill and I won't let myself or you convince me otherwise. I wouldn't be a hero if I let myself do something to your son, apparently. Don't you care about them? You seem pretty at ease with the thought of me hurting him and the possibility of his death."

I shrugged and calmly responded, "Grant and Rose are my children yes, but that does not excuse them of their failures in the past or what they did to you. I only hesitated to kill them since they are of my blood, they should be grateful for the mercy I showed them."

Robin rolled his eyes and said, "Oh how kind of you to allow your children to live, you really do deserve the title "World's Best Dad" maybe they should get you a mug… hmm or a plaque that you can put on your desk next to the skulls of the innocents you killed."

I let out a short chuckle, "My dear boy, if I collected the skulls of the ones I've assassinated I'd need more than just a desk."

My little bird scoffed, "That's what you got out of that? That wasn't the point Slade!"

I sighed, "Don't worry of my parenting skills, Robin. Plus aren't you somewhat curious where you are? I'm surprised you haven't even made a threat and demand that I release you."

Robin's reaction was priceless; his face flashed through so many emotions at once. Annoyance, confusion, realization, curiosity, mistrust, fear, and anger. He raged, "No games, Slade! You know how this plays out; you play with my head, we fight, the Titans come and we overpower you. So it's pointless to even do any of that shit! Just tell me what you want or what you're planning, because you're always planning something. Doesn't that ever get, you know, old? Making some master scheme-"

I put my hand over the boy's mouth, "Calm down, child. There is no evil plot in store," just a plot to get you by my side, "and you're not here because I decided to go back on my word. You're here because you need help. Speaking of help, how do you feel? You were beaten up pretty badly after your… incident."

I watched my little bird wince at the mention of his injuries; he trailed his right hand up his chest then to his face and winced again. He attempted to bring his other hand up towards his face but hissed in pain at the movement. I quickly grabbed his injured hand and examined it closely. I glanced up at Robin, his face now contorted with pain and I murmured gently, "You really should drink the pain medication, you'll be a little disoriented but at least the pain will be numbed immensely."

I ghosted my fingers across his wrist and decided it was indeed broken. Slowly and carefully I began to clean and dress his entire hand. Once done, I focused on Robin's face to make sure to clean any cuts or scrapes so they would not get infected. He whimpered slightly at the sting but did not try to fight me. Good, at least he knows when to accept help when needed. I thumbed his lower lip a little more than necessary as I clean it, but my little bird didn't seem to notice.

"Raise your arms."

Ever the curious one, Robin asked, "Why?"

I sighed and answered, "To take off your shirt, Robin."

The boy blushed and crosses his arms over his chest, "No. OW! Dammit that hurt!"

Robin was now holding his dressed hand carefully and I deadpanned, "See, if you would have listened to me you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Now, lift up your arms. Do not make me ask again, Robin."

Muttering, Robin obliged. I lifted his shirt and let my gaze trail down his chest. I wasn't ogling… I was assessing. His nipples were scraped slightly; maybe I can convince the boy the best way to clean them is with my tongue… No. These things take time; I will not rush or trick the boy into anything he does not wish, unless it has to do with his wellbeing of course. I can be patient and wait for what I want. And I will get what I want, I'll have this boy begging and screaming my name. These things just take time…

Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I refocused on the hero, a lot of scrapes on his chest but mainly the bruising from the broken and cracked ribs. I once again cleaned all the cuts, taking extra care on his nipples, and then began to dress his ribs. I looked at my little Robin to see he finally downed the pain medication. His eyes were drooping and he muttered something about me being a bastard for tricking him.

Rolling my eye I petted his head and soothed, "You need rest and I didn't lie, you simply downed the dose too quick and I've always told you to be patient, Robin, haven't I?"

He turned his head and dozed off, getting up I left the room and turned off the lights.

Starfire's P.O.V.

"Dear friends, why has our Robin not returned to us yet? Do you not think he may be in need of assistance?"

Cyborg put one of his large mechanical hands on my shoulder to cease my movement back and forth, as they call it… pacing. He spoke, "Don't worry, Star, he'll be fine. Rob's most likely just blowing some steam and took the night off to do his thing. Let's just give him some space, he should be back by this afternoon and be his bossy ol' self."

It was only eight in the morning, this was true… but I cannot help but feel worrisome over my friend. Robin has never done this before… I cannot help but think that he may have… gone to Slade. Oh dear friend, please just come home soon. This is all I wish, truly.

Raven soon floated into the kitchen area and made some of her bitter drink she calls tea. I once asked her why she would drink such a dreadful taste and all she replied with was "just put mustard on it" which confused me greatly… the glorious of all foods should not be tarnished by such a nasty beverage!

Cyborg went over to our empathetic friend and asked, "Yo, Ray, have you heard anything from Robin? You know telepathically, I don't know how your bond with him works, man, but I was kinda expecting at least a call or something, so maybe..?"

Raven looked unconcerned as she simply put, "No."

Friend Cyborg's shoulders seemed to slacken and he made an exasperated groan, "Alright, we'll just wait then, Bb! Wake up, man! I'm gonna beat your green ass into the virtual ground!"

A dead looking Beast Boy staggered out to the room he gave the most ferocious yawn and grumbled, "Wake me up in the middle of the night… yeesh! And you so won't beat me this time!"

Cyborg grinned and wagered, "Wanna bet, little dude?"

Beast Boy oh so confidently declared, "You're so on! If I win, you have to eat tofu for an entire week!"

I looked curiously as my mechanical friend seemed to change color; his face becoming a sickly green color. He shuddered and said, "Deal, but if I win… you have to eat meat and that means meat deluxe pizzas for a week."

Raven spoke up, "As entertaining as this is, I'm going to the roof."

I watched friend Raven leave and soon followed, leaving the bickering boys behind. When I came up onto the roof, Raven was looking out at the City of Jump.

I glided next to her and asked, "Friend, is what Cyborg says true?"

She shrugged and mumbled, "Nothing is ever that easy with Robin. And he isn't the type to just leave for the night without telling us."

I looked out at the city solemnly, "Then where could our friend be? Should we not search?"

Friend Raven looked over to me and gave a small smile, "Robin's a big boy, Starfire. If he got into trouble he'll make sure to cause trouble back. And if he doesn't come home soon… then we'll find him. We always do, that's what makes us a team."

This perked me up slightly and I said, "Oh, friend Raven, I do so hope you are right."

Robin's P.O.V.

I woke up groggily from my unwanted nap, thankfully dream free most likely due to the meds. I looked around the room and there was no Slade to be found. Wearily I got to my feet and searched the room. There wasn't much besides the king sized bed and a desk. There were three doors, most likely leading to a bathroom, closet, and my freedom. I tried the door nearest to the bed and it opened to a fairly good sized bathroom. In the far right corner stood a shower and far to the left lay a giant in-ground tub, the toilet was to right of me and to the left a sink and a mirror.

I walked up to the sink and looked into said mirror. I look terrible.

You deserve it.

Yes.

Agreeing with me? That's a first.

No, I deserve it for almost giving in.

Ha… knew there was a catch, you deserve it for giving up. Just like Slade said.

Slade didn't say I deserved this, plus he's a bastard, I don't give a rat's ass about what he thinks.

He saved you, you know.

So?

Maybe you should thank him?

Oh, well great, the evil side of me at least shows gratitude.

Hey, I hear the sarcasm in your thought.

You know you're almost as annoying as Red X.

You just called yourself annoying, congrats.

Oh shut up.

Fine.

Good.

Bye.

BYE.

Okay… this bickering with me is really unsettling… better get back to getting out of here. I left the bathroom and opened the door to the right, just a closet. Closing the door, I turned towards the computer. Jiggling the mouse, the screen turned to life and a quick search of the machine led to nothing, just some games that came with the computer. Sighing, I made my way to door number three and turned the handle. The door swung open, surprisingly, and I hestitently took a step out. This must be a trap; he wouldn't just let me go this easily.

Cautiously I made my way down the hallway and made my way into what must be the kitchen. Still no Slade. It really can't be that easy. My stomach growled and I looked longingly at the fridge. Maybe I should take a snack for the road, who knows where I am, might not be anywhere close to civilization or food or the Tower. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a water bottle and an apple and made my way out to the next hallway.

It lead to what I guess you could call a war room or maybe Slade's version of an office. Someone was sitting in the chair, expecting Slade to be the one hidden behind it, I swiveled it around. To my shock someone much smaller, yet a little bit taller than me was lounging in the leather seat.

I gaped, "Red X?"

I could practically hear the grin behind the mask, "The one and only, baby! Well… kinda."

I growled, "What are you doing here? Won't Slade kill you, if he found you snooping around his base?"

Red put his hand over his heart and mock cried, "Oh, Sweetheart! That was not the hello I was hoping for. Well, I guess you are a little worried if Slade killed me or not, but need not worry, sweetness, I'm supposed to be here!"

My eyes narrowed to slits and I asked, "Why's that?"

The thief stood up and made me take a step back to make space between us, "You see, Slade is gone for a few hours and knew you'd wake up before he'd get back home. So he ringed me up, yah know? Told me to keep an eye on his little bird and to make sure he doesn't leave home sweet home. So this technically means I'm your baby sitter!"

I barked, "I don't need to be babysat. I'm not a kid and I'm leaving!"

Storming out of the office, Red X followed and grabbed my arm, "Don't make this difficult, sweet pea. Slade told me he wasn't gonna hurt ya, he just wants to make sure you're okay before you leave."

I snorted, "Like hell, he just wants to make me his apprentice."

Red X shook his head, "Nah, I don't think that's it. If it was, he wouldn't leave me with you, he wouldn't risk it. Plus you look like shit so I wouldn't even recommend leaving, just relax, honey bunch, and let Big Ol' Red X take care of ya!"

I rolled my eyes, "Let me guess, he has the front door under lock and key and gave you something to keep me here?"

Red slung his arm around my shoulders and started leading me back to the bedroom, "Of course! Would you think anything less?"

I grumbled, "Whatever, I guess I can stay, but I need to talk to the Titans, where's my belt?"

Red X shrugged, "I don't know, wanna snoop around for it?"

I grinned, "Snooping? In Slade's hide out? You really know how to entertain a guy, thief."

Said thief laughed and responded, "I told you I had something to keep you here, Kid. Curiosity! And well something more effective, but you be a good boy and we won't have to use that."

I groaned, "Oh well, at least I get to sedate my curiosity."

We began rummaging through the house-like base, in hope –in my case– my belt and answers to why I'm here, and –in Red's case– shiny and expensive things. No need to stop a thief from stealing from a killer seems like a sort of twisted justice.

"Damn this place is big! You find your belt yet, hot stuff?"

"Would you stop calling me weird names, my name's Robin."

Red pouted, "But… but Slade gets to call you his little bird."

I growled, "No he doesn't."

Red responded, "Yes he does!"

I muttered, "So what, s'not like I approve of it or anything, rather cut his tongue out than hear him say it."

The very annoying thief happily said, "Well if Big Bad isn't gonna lose his tongue then I won't! I'm much more charming. Isn't that right, sweetness?"

I groused, "Whatever."

"Hey! Lookie at what I found, babe!"

I perked up, "My belt!"

Grinning I grabbed the belt out of Red's hands; he protested, "Hey! Not fair! I was gonna ask for a kiss for it."

I looked at the thief incredulously, "I'm not gay. I like Starfire."

Red X chuckled and purred, "That doesn't put me down, baby, I'll just get to brag about being the one that made you become gay!"

I groaned, "Red X, stop. Please."

The thief came very close and hummed, "See? I already got you begging!"

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "Yah, begging you to stop."

He pouted once again, "Aw, baby, don't be like that."

I ignored him and took my communicator out of my belt. The screen was cracked and it had nicks scattered around it. I pressed the power button, hoping it would turn on. The screen came to life, albeit a little fuzzy, but still was in working condition. I pressed Cyborg's contact number and waited for him to pick up.

"Yo, man! Where have you been? We were just about to go searching for you! Why didn't you call before?"

I hesitated; do I tell them where I am? Do I tell them about the fight? Do I try and get back up? Something was holding me back… I realized I couldn't see my friends, not after that dream. I can't let myself lose control and hurt them. I need to stay away.

"Man, are you okay? The screens a little messed up but your face… did you get in a fight? Rob? What's going on?"

I shook my head and lied, "No, it must be the screen. I dropped my communicator while I was riding the bike and I just got it working now. Something came up, I won't be back at the tower for a little while, I'm sorry but this is important."

Cyborg glitched out for a moment but when the screen turned back to normal he said, "It's cool man, do you need back up? Slade is still out there you know… you aren't going after him are you?"

I replied hastily, "No! I mean, something came up with Batman… I need to check in at Gotham."

The words burned as they came out my throat at the mention of Bruce and my old home, but it was the best lie that I could back up. None of the Titans knew how to get ahold of Batman besides myself, and Bruce never called in to see how things were or if I was okay. We haven't spoken in years… most likely will never speak again.

Cy's eye became sympathetic and he frowned, "Oh… well alright man, just be careful and make sure to call us every once in a while. And get your communicator fixed you look terrible on my end. Good luck."

The call ended and I squeezed my eyes shut, I felt a hand on my shoulder and slowly I opened my eyes. I stared into the mask of Red X and he said, "Well… that was interesting. Who knew the Boy Wonder was such a great liar!"

I frowned and said, "I'm going back to bed."

I pocketed my communicator and put my belt on, as I made my way out the door Red X shouted, "Hey, I forgot to mention something!"

I turned around and asked, "What?"

Red happily said, "You look sexy without a shirt on."

Hey again I just wanted to ask if you guys liked the whole Red X thing, tell me if you want him to stay in the story or if you want it just to be Slade and Robin, I didn't mean for this to happen it just kinda well it felt right to add him in, to have him be the humor in the story and keep Slade well Slade instead of making him too comical. Tell me what you guys think! And I'll try to make a weekly chapter post thing going; I'll pick a steady day of the week when I figure out how my college schedule works. Bye :)