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Every part of my body ached mainly in my back and unsure what to expect at the moment. My eyes flickered as knowing the mask was still on for my secret identity. So far, I was still safe. My arms struggled to move, but it was like glued to my body. I grunted and bartered down to realized I was wrapped up in a straightjacket.
"I wouldn't try getting out of that, Robin. If you managed to almost break free, you'll end up electrocuted until you stop." He warned.
That made my heart skipped beat once I heard his reason. My head jerked over to find the man who got me into this no less. I growled.
"Why the hell did you do that? Do you want me to barbequed up to death?" I hissed.
He chuckled, "No. It will teach you to relax for once and stopped you getting worked up over nothing."
I gawked at the masked villain and couldn't understand his motivate reason to trap me in something so captive and threatening at the same time.
"What are you up to?" My elbows wiggled for rooms.
Slade sat down on his throne and simply watched me in his dry humor. My eyes followed his every move, my ears picking up anything within the room, and struggled to keep my wild emotion inside.
"And still analyzing there, Robin? I have already admitted what I'm up to." He said dryly.
I kept quiet. His body language was holding his chin up, his elbow being supported on the throne's arm support, legs crossed, and one arm resting on his lap. As if he was completely bored and expected me to do some "monkey" dance or something? I wasn't too sure. Anything he can do or say wouldn't be a good idea. I remained still if I wanted out of this stupid straightjacket thing.
"I don't believe you, Slade." I said right through my teeth.
He hummed very low, "Which is expected. I supposed this might get some time used to. I noticed you have been in the Evidence for three hours today. Oh, yes, sometimes five hours if no criminal activities. If there was a large amount of criminal activities, you would head right there and glued yourself into the room until seven thirteen in the morning." Slade waved his hand back and forth whenever he mentioned the hours I spent in or the time specifically.
I remained still…frozen. So he snuck in a spy device into my room to keep track of my habits and routines. He might as well do some in my room and bathroom. I accepted the no privacy anyway. That's why I had everything left behind back at Gotham City. I stared at the top criminal who was holding me as a hostage.
"There you go again. Analyzing, problematic solving, and case breaking down. Robin, when was the last time having you actually gone on a vacation?"
My teeth gritted, "There's no time for vacation! Criminals like you need to be put in jail!"
His hand gestured to me, "See? Don't you see that you're killing yourself? I'm sure Batman takes vacation…whoever he's living with."
That was a bit creepy knowing that he checked onto Batman somehow, but he doesn't seem to know my mentor or my identities. Which was safe to know.
"So what? We have a different lifestyle!" My head shook, "I'm not going to be your trained apprentice!"
Slade shrugged and shifted his hands to exchange for more comfortable position. Yet, I was sitting and no chains holding me down. Not even anything to keep my metal with magnetic at all. There's one thing Slade doesn't know and that's where my background skills came from. My legs immediately spread out and lifted out for support to leap up and spun backward as I landed as least twenty feet away. Slade watched me doing some "tricks" or something out of his boredom.
"Going somewhere?" He said, happily…or was it sarcastic?
I was up on my feet and couldn't understand him. Why was Slade acting like this? My eyes looked around, but I could move my head. Thankfully my mask wouldn't give anyone on the other side to notice a thing to where I look at. The place was more of a strange headquarter…no, it was more of a designed of a home or something.
"Where am I?"
Slade chuckled, "On vacation. Pretty much is what you need to know. Help yourself around here."
I felt a little skeptical to his so call admitting his plans. Slade wasn't a type of revealing his obvious plan. He would easily break them down to be a puzzle that must solve. Let's see…he knocked me know, straightjacket, and calling it a vacation to this place. Did he think I was going crazy or out of hand or I needed help to become evil as him? None of it made sense.
Slade stood up and my body placed at its stances. Slade shifted his head awkwardly, but didn't bother putting up his fighting stances or anything. He walked over to another room and my eyes kept on him to wherever he was going to.
He shuts the door and I couldn't really understand anything at all. Slade bought me here for a purpose. It couldn't be a vacation. It had to be a trap for training. Did Slade toss out my communicator or turned it off? I wasn't too sure, I just wanted to be rescued by my friends, and fight Slade on my own term. I glanced around in this place and couldn't really understand much. There wasn't any window. No fireplace. Only a couple of doors in this building. Everything else was spread out more like a home like. There was a kitchen with an oven, a refrigerator, a sink, a dishwasher, and a kitchen counter. Then, there was a living room with an old fashion television and assumed it may have a special accommodation to get it working or something. It even has VCR and DVD connected to it just fine.
The other side had some…art supplies? Seriously? Was this a set up to test me if I'd paint a secret or something? Or was Slade just losing it already? Everything around me was like living in a modern home. I couldn't suspect any camera or more into this place.
Slade walked right into that first door, but what room was it? Did Slade want to test how aware of my surrounding? There's nothing to hear. Nothing has really felt anything around me. It was too much to handle at once to believe Slade has meant what he said.
If I were to protect myself from Slade, the kitchen would be more of a useful advantage. So, I slowly snuck over to this side and looked to see what I might need as a defense weapon or attacking weapon. I found myself using my mouth to open things up and eyed around the cupboard.
"What are you doing?" Slade had to ask.
I immediately pulled back against the wall and couldn't think of anything. He was holding a key and had his head shifted backward to show me his confusion in a sense. I kept quiet, not really risking the truth to the criminals mainly, and there's no way I wanted to deal with him with being unguarded.
"If you're hungry, why didn't you say so?" He wondered.
Why would he care? He knew my stomach routine, which was creepy, and I wasn't hungry. He was holding a key in his hand, but what could they mean?
"You're in defense mode." He hummed, "Not good."
My head shook. Why was Slade acting like this? His tactic was throwing me way off and I wanted to naturally make it right again. He gestured me to come closer and I kept myself remained here.
"Robin, you will stop this nonsense and relax for once."
I gritted my teeth, "No."
Slade sighed and shook his head at full disappointment at me. I refused to relax at all. There's no damn way I would or even consider to be his "apprentice" at all in his life time. He leapt up and sped up. My eyes widen and my feet scrambled to prevent his chances of fetching me at all. I was relying on my lower half of the bottom since being restrained from my arms to use.
"Robin, stop this now." Slade demanded.
He wasn't pulling any empty threats or anything. All there was to be a demand, a controlling request, and I denied him. My speed kept up and increased, but the objects in my way weren't really helping. Slade jumped several feet in the caught and my body slammed onto his chest. Damn…I forgot how hard his armor suit was and almost fell backward. Slade caught me before any drop came alone.
"Robin, you need to relax. Working yourself over nothing will get you nowhere." Slade still stood by what he was saying.
Slade pushed me against the wall, pinned me down, and sensed some clicking on something. It took me fifteen seconds to realize what he was doing. He leaned in closer to my ear before doing the final unlocking the straightjacket.
"If you attack, this will be on you and you will be on your bed for a week while chained up. Understood?" He asked.
If that was the case to stay away from this creepy held up hostage like this, it was better than nothing. I simply nodded to get my way and heard a final clicking. Slade stepped aside and crossed his arms. I removed the insane and white jacket off of me. I stared at Slade, wondering about his true motive about everything, and his purposes.
"Help yourself at home. You won't find a way out of this home." Slade commented.
Slade was confident about that himself and I couldn't really get much why or how. Slade disappeared to the first door's room. I waited and then tried to peek through the door's keyhole. It wasn't there. Odd…why wasn't this not having a keyhole? So I checked over to the second one. I found this room to be a small bed, a sink with a mirror, and a toilet. That's all there was. What the?
"More like prison than a vacation." I muttered and couldn't understand anything at all.
What could Slade truly be up to now? I decided to back out and observed the place a little more to pick up some clues. The books here were mainly classical reading, which some I have already read, and the movies here were classical as well. Wow…Slade had to be at least twice my age that's for sure. Or either that, grew up with parents that were obsessed in the past. Who knows but Slade?
Slade could have been anybody, but he's no ordinary man. He's a dangerous criminal with every move. He always believes I'm very much like him. We were nothing alike. The past has echoed in my thoughts where he thought he can be a father to me when I already have a father. Ironically enough, Slade won't break me down. Not even trying to break me down to become his "friends". It was creepy to think of it that way.
Slade was up to something and I was going to figure it out.
Okay, this is getting fun! Next chapter, possibly later today or the next day.