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New Summary: What happened between Apprentice pt.1 and Apprentice pt.2?

Note: This chapter could also be its own OneShot like Chapter One.

A/N: Alright, so when I first wrote the last chapter, I originally intended for it to be an OneShot. But because so many people have suggested to me to make it longer, I decided, "Why Not?" So here's the second chapter. Chapter One can still remain an OneShot to those who wish it to be, but here's the continuation for those who wanted more. Also once I wrote this, I sort of started on a roll! The next chapter will be up soon!

What?

Chapter Two

The screens become active. There is no need to fight anymore and the boy senses that. I walk up to the monitors. Some would find the sight of anything inside the body so hard to look at they'd pass out. I am not one of these people. In fact, flowing in the blood streams that have appeared on screen are tiny machines that I had made. It's almost art. Every single one of them active and willing to do their job when I say. Robin looks at me trying to keep a calm face.

"Nanoscopic probes. The Chronoton Detonator was merely the bait for a much larger trap," Every word I leak into the air turns into an invisible rope that is slowly binding him, yet he can't see the threads around him. "You see, with the push of a button, my probes will destroy your friends from the inside out."

Disgust marks his face, while detestment runs from his voice. Amusing, "You can't control them. No matter what you threaten, they'll never obey you."

Even more amusing, what he thinks that is. No time to take in the inside joke though. The boy knows so little. He'll have to learn. This has to be done just right. I start to slowly walk around the Boy Wonder. He stays planted in place, but turns to face me as I move.

"This isn't about your friends, Robin. It's about you. It's always been about you." I'm suddenly very glad for the effect I can have on people. As an assassin, I generally have a long lasting impression on both civilians and criminals alike. I could always ensnare people into fearing me in ways unimaginable to most. I see the total confusion on his face. He's not trying to shield his emotions as of now.

"What?"

That one small word makes my day and it's still early in the morning. He doesn't understand at all or maybe in the back of his mind he does (yet he doesn't want it to be right or true). That doesn't matter. It will make this request all the more...well, easier for me to enjoy.

"Sending trouble your way, leaving cryptic clues for you to unravel; I was testing you. For some time now, I have been searching for an apprentice. Someone to follow in my footsteps," Everything that I have done now has been to prepare for this next sentence and the circumstances after it. I walk over to him and lean in little bit to get my point across with more emphasis, "and Robin, I've chosen you. Congratulations."

His eyes narrow as I say it. My eyes narrow in knowing that he can't say no, in knowing that as of now I can control him. He backs away defensively in an instant. He must think I'm insane for having even chosen him. On the contrary, I'm quite sane. Most criminals are a little loose, but I am as stiff and as hard as steel. They think that criminality has it's foundation on power. Power is important, but it isn't the foundation. It is the goal.

I know what I'm doing. I know that most people would consider it wrong. Yet, right and wrong don't seem to matter in this world of warring nations and a society and economy that can be twisted by a little money. People are fine with wrong things happening as long as it doesn't affect them. If this wasn't the case, then the US government would have been after me extensively since I became an assassin. That's just it. I don't care about these terms anymore. People care for their own safety and this alone, all the while claiming to care for the terms of right and wrong. Thus one can see the hypocrites that walk the streets of Jump City.

Robin's different though. He does care for others. He links others safety to his own. It's one of his few weaknesses. His care is a hole in the tapestry that is his own. From this hole I can pull him apart from the inside out into a heap of tangled string, a mess of thread on the floor. I can then separate that massive heap of his once tapestry threads into one string without the knots and confusion. I can weave that into something new. He begins to speak trying to make his voice as firm and as threatening as possible.

"No way would I ever work for..." he starts, but I raise my hand with the controller of the probes up to his view.

He's not going anywhere.

"If you join me, if you swear to serve me, if you never speak to your friends again, I will allow them to live." He's scared. I can see it written on his young face. "But...if you disobey even the smallest request, I will annihilate them, Robin. And I'll make you watch," I'm sure that last part sealed the deal. Threats are nothing if one does not have to see or endure them. He looks angry.

"So do we have a deal?" It's not really a question. I know the answer as well as he does. It's just to give him some inward turmoil. Technically this way, it's like a sealed contract that he has to agree to. I hold all of the strings. A tiny hole is enough for me. From that tiny so-called insignificant hole, I can weave Robin into a masterpiece, my masterpiece. I put my hand out to the youth. He seems to have recoiled himself. Inside, his mind he must be beating himself up for not seeing the holes that were warnings of my plan.

The boy has so much to learn.

He raises his hand and shakes my own once, then turns away. Now that turmoil is filling the spaces and cracks. I know that what I am doing now will generate in him feelings of being owned. As well he is owned...by me. I don't expect him to face me or talk to me, but that doesn't matter when you can control someone.

"I thought you'd see it my way." I walk up and place a cold hand on his shoulder. What it does to him is like sweet honey. Enslavement, Sadness, Loneliness, but all contained. He won't see it that way forever. For a second, I see his lip tremble although it stops as quickly as it comes. He's not very happy at all. That's okay. Later, he'll thank me for this.

I bring my hand up to the sleeve of his uniform, "Those won't be very handy when it comes to eluding the cops."

I walk over to a cabinet in the side wall. He walks over as well, knowing that I want him to follow me over. Even seeing him coming up to me sends an electric feel through me. Winning a prize only comes from setting a goal to win. He was my goal and I am never wrong about matters such as this.

I pull out a uniform of black, silver, and orange and place it in his hands. I gesture him over to a section of the room which is bright from a light high above. I go to my chair and return my gaze to him. I see him strip his clothes off and notice how well muscled he is. He pauses for a second as he looks at the "R" on his shirt's chest.

As I watch him put on the uniform I had given him, a sensation of thrill starts to overcome me. It's very... interesting to see a transformation taking place. He once again pauses at the sight of the mask on top of the stack of clothes. He turns his head away to rip off the old one and put on the new. I silently wonder what color his eyes are. Green, Brown, or perhaps a shade of Blue?

"Robin?" That girl, the Tamaranean, "Robin? Robin, please respond." I notice that my apprentice has stopped to look up at the sound. I slowly get up and walk over to the communicator. Inside this haunt, no locator signal can get in or out other then my own. Only communications can possibly get through. Robin goes back to putting on the uniform. He knows what he is to do and what he is not to do already.

"Robin, please, you must answer. Robin! Please respond! Robin, where are you?" The pest of a girl. I take the communicator out of its pouch and turn it off along with the locator, just in case. I look over at my apprentice. He looks like he's giving it his all not to come up to the communicator. It marks his face.

I circle him outside of the limelight. The transformation makes its end. I see his hands drop to the side. He's done. I walk up behind him and look down. As I approached, I noticed the hair on his neck becoming ridged with goose-bumps. He senses me. Soon enough, that sense will alert him to thrill instead of fear.

I was right in choosing him. Just by a change of clothes he resembles me. His appearance is formidable to anyone other than the one he works for, me. It's as though I'm looking at a younger version of myself. A mark of pride spreads through my veins. I smirk inside my mask.

"I know it seems bad now, but trust me - you'll learn to like it," that he will. That he will. I might have said it cruelly, but as of now it will be rough between us anyway. Though it will happen. I already know he can't stand adrenaline rushes. I know what gets under his skin. I know how to manipulate him in such a way that will make him not only by force mine, but by his shear desire.

He turns his gaze away and stares straight into the darkness. He will be mine. I walk in front of him knowing that he doesn't plan to follow. That's fine. I don't need him to. In fact, I need to keep him quiet for the next couple hours.

I switch off the light that hangs over him, "You're training starts now, young man."

Sure, I said it in a snide way. Can't I have a little fun with him? As I silently walk back towards him, I can see him easily become a little nervous, but his focus is off somewhere else. Good. I deliver a blow to his head and he falls to the ground with a yelp. He looks dazed as he attempts to keep his vision intact. He'll be out in a couple seconds.

I lift him up into my arms and begin to carry him off into a side room down a hallway. As I approach the door it snaps open, and closes as I step inside. The room is sparingly furnished, a bed with a side table and dresser, nothing more. I set him down on the bed. It may be dark, but I can see him as clear as though it were day.

Unless you fought him on a regular basis, you wouldn't notice how small he really is. He has barely hit his growth spurt. What is he, 5ft. to 5ft. 4in.? His frame is small too. He apparently doesn't eat like he should. Guess it was those late night sessions of research in his room. Yes, I know about that. Hacking into a mainframe camera is really quiet simple.

In short, if he weren't dressed in combat attire, he'd probably not look very intimidating at all. In the uniform I have given him, he looks like a combatant like he did in his old uniform. Yet just the very insignia is enough to send a shiver down one's spine. It lets people know who he's fighting for. He just breathes in and out and I think to myself, "Look at who you have in your power. Robin, the Boy Wonder: The protégé of Batman." I let out a low chuckle.

He's my protégé now.

As of yet, he doesn't know his luck. He will soon. While he may be, or was the leader of the Teen Titans, one of his other weaknesses lies within his age. His hormones are raging and his body is growing. He's barely hit his growth spurt and his shoulders are barely beginning to broaden. His mind is learning new techniques and ways to get jobs done. This time also allows for almost no stability. Teenagers can be rude and rebellious one day, and be crying alone in their room the next. It's a fault that he has almost no control over. He'll hate it at first, but then be appreciative that I picked him up when I did.

I leave the room discretely, even though it is not needed. That blow to his head would have done a number on him. Once I reach the main room, I pull up monitors of the city. Those brats will probably be looking for him until their stomachs call for food. They won't find him. When I designed this plan, I made sure that there were no loopholes. They can search all they want, but until I send Robin out, they won't see him.

For a moment, I picture their faces when they see what has become of their leader. I hope that somehow I get a camera shot of it. Confusion, Sadness, Hurt, Betrayal, Bewilderness... The image makes me smirk as I begin to work.

A/N: Okay! That concludes the end of that chapter. R&R! I thought that it would be interesting to see how Slade was taking this, you know, what was running through his head. Now that it's done, I guess it could be an OneShot as well. Anyway, the next chapter will once again be from Robin's point of view and that is when we leave the end of Apprentice pt.1 to see what happened before part 2 began! (This of course is just an idea of what would happen). I'm still writing and once again, THANKS for all of the reviews!

Rena