A/N: Ok I think I can give you the slash in the next two chapters, so I swear to you that by chapter 10 you will have it and I will do my best to write it, it will be my first time writing a actual sex scene between the two, I have been working on it separately and I still don't know how to start it! I have been reading up on Slash from one of the extremely talented writers on this site, you know who you are cough cough Wynja cough cough Wynja got skillzzzzz. Sorry had a moment. Anyway, here we go cross your fingers because Chapter 10 is the one you been waiting for!

Chapter 8

Robin had fallen in and out of sleep for the past few hours, not sure of what else to do. There were no books he could reach and he was sure even if he could reach them he wouldn't like them. Not to mention he refused to ask Slade to get them for him.

When he woke up the next time the sun was setting. Robin managed, after several minutes of struggling, to get onto his side and he looked out the French doors and watched the colors fade and erupt as the sun slowly descended into sleep.

Memories; weakened perhaps by the toxins in the fruit played like music. Images of his mother and her beautiful eyes, how she looked with the light of a sun set caressing her face. He shook his head and ended up thinking of something a little more current.

He was at the mercy of his greatest enemy; he couldn't trust the man as far as he could throw him. Granted Robin could KICK him quiet a ways but kicking wasn't the same as throwing.

The door opened and Robin flopped onto his back and attempted to sit up, he almost coughed himself to death at the sight that greeted him. Slade stood in the doorway, dressed in khakis and a white button down shirt. His mask was securely in place but the clothes through Robin for a mile.

"Don't gap Robin isn't not polite." Robin shook his head, rubbed his eyes and did a double take; he hadn't however even noticed the tray Slade held in his hands until the man sat it down in front of him. Had Robin not been starved he would have totally ignored it just so he could stair at Slade longer.

"Robin..."

The boy glanced up at the masked face, "Food." Slade pointed with his finger and Robin looked down, "Oh uh...right...than-" Robin caught himself; Slade just gave him his usual look. Robin sighed and went to grab a fork, "How do I know it isn't poisoned?" the boy asked obviously trying to think of any excuse in the world to not trust the man.

"I figure you would ask that, if I wanted you dead I would kill you with my own two hands. Poisoning does nothing for an assassin... besides you would have been dead long ago, back when you tried to swim the river...I had a perfect shot with my bow at least three times."

Robin looked to him with shock, "If that damn water moccasin hadn't been slithering in the water I would have made it before you noticed me!"

Slade crossed his arms over his chest; "I know you know better then that Robin."

The boy sat back and once again Slade had to point to the food to remind him it was there, "You know for a starving, beaten, dehydrated super-hero you sure don't eat that fast."

Robin noticed the food again and couldn't help but drool, chicken noodle soup, and peanut butter crackers. He leaned forward and smelled it and before Slade could say much else Robin ate it and stopped all forms of complaining.

"Glad to see you have your appetite still with you."

Robin finished up and looked at Slade, opening his mouth to speak, he wanted to say something to the man but nothing came to mind. He shut his mouth again and looked down to his left, finally he got up the courage and he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Slade stood and took the tray up, "Because you need strength to get the toxins out of your system faster. The sooner you can walk the sooner we can start our new game."

Robin looked after him as the man disappeared. He sighed, another game? Didn't this man have an evil empire to run? Didn't he hate Robin with a passion, after all Robin had screwed him out of two apprentices, and stopped him from doing so many other horrible things? Then again, as Robin remember Trigon, there time together in hell, that had really shown that despite how much they seemed to hate each other they did work well together. Every move they had attacked the demons with had not even been planned and yet they had read each other so well that it was all in synch.

Slade had returned by now and was walking towards the bed, "Now Robin, I have a question for you."

The boy sighed and said, "Of course you do."

Slade sat near Robin's feet and Robin noticed that with out his uniform Slade's presence wasn't nearly as scary or unnerving. However that mask, it still tore at him.

"Did you ever, at any point in time, enjoy our little game of cat and mouse?"

Robin froze and his eyes were wide, "En-enjoy it? Are you kidding, I have been lost in the jungle starving, getting my butt kicked and slowly dieing of malnutrition for the past two months!"

"So no. I expected as such. Now, another question...do you think you could survive longer out there now that you know the land better, and now that you know the only unsafe fruit are the yellow ones?"

This time Robin let one eyebrow rise and he felt that feeling in his stomach slowly resurface. "I...guess...I think I could probably do better a second time. Now that I know I am pretty much in a cage."

Slade seemed to think a little bit, "If I was to tell you I would be willing to give you the information on where the bridge was for the river and how to scale all the cliffs with out actually climbing, and of course how to not get lost in the cave's tunnel systems do you think you would have a better chance of fighting me?"

This shocked Robin, it was not in Slade's nature to be a giver. Robin answered quickly, "What are you getting at Slade?"

The man stood and walked over to the French doors, "I have been back and fourth about this Robin, when to tell you, how to tell you. How to get you to understand. Frankly I am to tired and to eager to care. You are not ready to know this yet, what my plans are for you but you will soon. By the end of this week you shall know why I have brought you out here and why you are still alive."

Robin looked to the man, observing, this was not like Slade at all, he was different out here, he almost seemed sane. Perhaps it was a trick to throw Robin off, to get him to trust. By why was Slade going to all this trouble, what was his plans for Robin. He hated the idea but Robin wasn't going to be able to put up too much of a fight if he wanted to get information out of Slade.

"Um…Slade…is there any possible way I could get something to read, or at least something to do while I am bed ridden?" asking Slade for any kind of help made him sick but he had no choice, it was either suck up his pride or die of boredom. Slade turned and said, "Yes, I do believe I have just the thing."

Robin waited and was surprised when Slade handed him a journal. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Wright…I have no TV here, and my books are strictly books about fighting techniques and computers. Wright, it will actually keep your fairly busy. Now sleep. Tomorrow we begin your exercise…and give you a bath…"

Robin looked to him and started to protest but the man was already out the door. Robin sat there, a bath! He would rather kill himself…then again…it would be fun to get Slade wet and soapy.

A/N: One more chappy then you get you slashy!