A/N: I know there were a lot of typos in the last one, I am sorry for that. I am writing these two chapters at school. And I am in a hurry I know that makes me a bad author. Um, I will go home tonight and edit them if u want to wait to read this one. Not sure. THANKS FOR BEING SO NICE!

Chapter 5

Things couldn't get much worse at the current juncture. Robin had not been thinking. He shouldn't have used all his strength to get to the house. He shouldn't have assumed it meant rescue, he knew Slade better than that. Slade was, first and fore most, a man of comfort. And even though he promised no little red buttons, that didn't mean he wouldn't keep an eye on the Titans, or his cities.

…. Or Robin…

It hit him like a tone of bricks. The reason that Slade could find him so fast and so easily was because he probably had monitors in the house. He was watching Robin's every move, and he could pin point him wherever he was. Robin had never been safe; he had always been under Slade's finger.

Anger filled the boy's exhausted body. Slade was always one step ahead, but the playing field was equal now. No way for Slade to control him, no buttons, no bombs, no dusts or toxins. However there were also no Titans, no tower and no computers. Robin's files and all his training gear were gone as well. He had nothing but his brains so he had to really start to use them.

Robin skidded to a halt and fell to his hands and knees. It was a dead end. Before him was a cliff unlike any he had run into so far. Over two miles high he could see the entire jungle, and it went on forever. He let out a yell of frustration and sat there breathing heavy. Sweat dropped off his brow.

"Now now Robin, no nee to shout I can hear you just fine."

He did not turn around to look at the man who mocked him so mercilessly, but spoke between deep heaving breaths, "Slade, Please. I am too weak to keep this going, I am exhausted. If you want a good chase, a real challenge from me, turn off your monitors and give me a real head start. Isn't tracking supposed to be half the fun of the haunt anyway?"

Slade did not move but spoke rather nonchalantly, "Monitors? What monitors?"

Robin yelled out of frustration for the man, "Don't talk to me like I am a child! I am not stupid! I know that's how you have been finding me so quickly! You know where I am!"

Sounding annoyed and very short tempered Slade spoke quickly, "There are no monitors this time Robin. I have been finding you so easily because you have been sloppy. You have not been using your head, even after two whole months of this game. Granted I have been surprised you have escaped me so many times and let us not forget your attempts at killing me. You came very close…twice in fact. Seeing you, Robin the Boy Wonder, in a merciless fit really thrills me to the core. I wasn't sure you were capable of killing but obviously you can…you just need…. to be pushed."

Robin's temper was glowing, Slade blocked the only way out, the only way to get away was to run back to the cliff the house was on and climb back down. The only way to get there was through Slade.

He stood and turned to the man who constantly taunted him. His body shook with the effort of using energy he didn't have, the sweat poured even though he felt dehydrated.

Two whole months with little to no sleep, a lack of food, hardly any clean water and constant battery from this man had taken its toll. Robin didn't stand a chance, but he wasn't going to go out like this. He was going to fight to the end or die trying. Slade would never and could never win as long as Robin died fighting.

Having made up his mind, Robin, using mainly will power and adrenaline shot forward and ran at Slade. The man had looked some what surprised that Robin was going to try and attack and must have been caught off guard because when Robin landed a kick to his chest he went down.

Jumping onto Slade and straddling the man as he fell filled Robin with even more confidence, he let out a warrior like yell and started slamming Slade with his fists, where he was getting all this strength from he had no clue.

Seconds went by and Robin continued to thrash away at the damn mask. The mask that haunted him and taunted him and berated him. He hated it so much, he felt the skin on his knuckles tear as he slammed blow after blow into the orange and black piece of metal. His gloves had been taken, taken by this man. It was his fault that his knuckles bled so badly. This added insult to injury and he strengthened each blow knowing well on that he should stop and run.

Finally he seemed to cool his anger and he stood to leave, but a wariness he had never felt before over took him and he fell back onto the man's chest that he hated so much. His breath was a rasping gasp, his spit flowed out of his mouth and he knew he had no chance to run now. He had let his anger take hold and because of that he would pay. He could not run and Slade was sure to be pissed, Robin waited for the darkness to come and lay claim to him.

The last thing he felt was being picked up and carried away, a soft chuckle invading his head, and then everything went dark.