A/N: Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who reviewed! I hope you all enjoy the next chapter. I don't have a beta, so this is all just me re-reading the chapters over and over until I am satisfied xD

This takes place two days after the last one and has a bit of angst to it.

So, without further ado...

CHAPTER ONE - Rattle the Cage

It was almost nearing midnight in Echo City. The busy rustle of rush hour traffic was long gone and the calm of night had finally set in.

Robin sat on top of their skyscraper overlooking his city. Their city. He broke out into a small grin, as he did sometimes when he thought back to what his life had become.

The young mercenary had made sure that the winds weren't too high tonight and had ventured out to one of his favourite spots in the building. Well, outside the building. Robin had always liked heights. He did a lot of his thinking just sitting on the edges of buildings and looking outward at the surrounding areas. Slade always claimed that he was setting himself up to be the perfect target, should someone want to get nasty or even with him. The older man had a point, of course he did. But Robin liked his bad habit.

If the blue-eyed man was truly honest with himself though, he might admit that it was because it was one piece of Bruce that had never left him. Having been a shadow, perching, sitting, always waiting for the right time to move or strike.

Bruce and Slade were more alike than they realized, too bad Batman ruined having any type of relationship with us, his mind sighed. It caused a small frown to form.

Back then, Batman and Robin would be out staking a place or biding time for information for hours on end. He remembered a lot of 'firsts' conversations having begun during those times. When he sometimes found it easier to speak with Batman than with Bruce Wayne.

I've never had that problem with Slade, his mind supplied. So in that way they are nothing alike.

Robin sighed and turned to lay on his stomach, his gaze piercing and blue against the backdrop of the city. His mind wandering and entering a place the young man hadn't ventured in a quite some time.

Five years was a long time and yet it wasn't...

Five years ago, he'd been running over rooftops chasing bad guys down. In fact, Robin had been chasing down bad guys with Batman that night he'd been doused with poison. Back when he'd been having thoughts about going solo in the future, moving to a different city and spreading his wings. Maybe join the police force and try his hand there.

Oh I've moved to a city and spread my wings alright...

Talk about irony.

Nowadays?

Five years was a long time and yet it wasn't.

Life had changed so much. Too much. It almost didn't seem right. It felt to Robin as if his old lifestyle had been decades ago. But it hadn't...not really anyway.

I couldn't imagine my life turning out any other way than what it is now...even with the redheads causing chaos wherever they go. Not being with Slade...? I just can't see it.

Even thinking back to when Red and Speedy had joined them in Echo felt like so long ago, but in reality it had only been two years.

Has it really only been two years since Bruce and Raven...since the Titans had...since...?

Did they know that he had since stopped ageing? That he had sworn himself to Slade in that way? He knew that Alfred would have told Bruce about the wedding eventually. But did they know what he had become since they took his memories and emotions, his feelings and choices?

Do they even care?

Why do I let my mind go to these places?

Bruce and the Titans had said they had done it because they cared about him. And in some misguided way, they had.

Some might say that Slade had done the same thing to him five years ago. Manipulated his choices, forced his hand. Played off of emotions that Robin wasn't able to escape, what he felt on a deeper level for Slade, perhaps before he really knew what they were. A form of brainwashing, he supposes.

While he agreed that Slade had forced his hand long ago to leave with him... it wasn't the same thing. Robin had made the choice, he had chosen to concede and leave...because deep down ...he had wanted to. It hadn't just been about protecting his old friends...not entirely, anyway. More importantly, Robin had chosen to stay. Slade had let him go. Had told him he was free to go. It wasn't long after they had started their apprenticeship. But Robin had chosen to stay. He had known, deep down, that this was the life he wanted. He wanted Slade. He wanted to be truly free.

What Bruce and the Titans had done...

Robin sighed to himself and once again wondered why his brain felt the need to reminisce about this. Maybe because it was two years. Robin had always been good with dates and while he hadn't been consciously remembering it, he realized suddenly that the newly approaching day was exactly two years since he had been kidnapped by Raven's magic.

Robin reached into his utility belt that was hidden beneath his large black and red sweater and pulled out his communicator, checking the date and time to confirm what he already knew. He felt a chilly gust of wind run right through him and he shivered slightly. The winds were usually pretty harsh at this altitude. Tonight was mostly calm, however. But cold. Cold enough that he'd opted for a sweater, gloves, boots and a scarf.

With Winter in full swing but Spring not too far away Robin knew that Slade and he were going to become a lot busier. He'd have less time for moments where he could just sit and gaze at the vast city surrounding him. Finally asleep after the long haul through working hours and bad weather.

Speaking of work, Slade had been away almost a week now. The man had just gone to tie up some loose ends on the last job and gain some new contracts, but had been sidetracked by something, though he hadn't really said.

Robin had called the man only once throughout the last few days when he failed to show at his scheduled time, four days from when he left. His husband had explained that their had been a delay, but that it was nothing to worry about.

Robin had even offered up phone sex, kind of a joke...okay, not really. He'd been horny and Slade had an amazing phone voice, something he would never tell the man. Though he suspected his lover already knew. There wasn't much Slade didn't know, after all.

"I'd rather wait until in person, I want this to be finished," Slade had said, sounding tense and a little on edge.

"I could have come with you-" Robin had tried to insist, but the older man cut him off.

"No. It won't be much longer. I ran into an unexpected... delay."

"Delay?" Robin parroted.

"An old friend of mine." Slade hadn't sounded pleased at all.

"An old friend or an old friend?" Robin had questioned. A scowl etching into his features. Quite confident that Slade would know the difference.

"The former" Slade had said, sounding like he was smirking, but there was something different in his voice, almost forced. "Though its not what you think. However, having you so hot and bothered with jealously benefits me every time I must say, so maybe I should lead you to believe that it wasn't as PG as I am claiming it was, hmm?"

The younger man rolls his eyes and huffs out a breath. "I am completely justified in my jealously, thank you very much. I mean, have you seen yourself?"

"I may have caught a look at myself once or twice."

"Ha ha," Robin bit out, a little grumpy but he couldn't help the small smile. Slade didn't sound like he was plotting death anymore, which could only be a good thing. He had wondered idly why his lover seemed tense and annoyed. "The last time an old friend popped up I had to very nicely ask her to keep her hands to herself," Robin indicated with a frown, temper flaring a bit. Just the thought of that woman's hands touching Slade's body had him itching for his knives, again. Slade had even been wearing his ring. Robin had been standing there! The skank. He was totally justified.

"I wouldn't quite call the blades you threw at her 'asking her nicely'," Slade insisted. "I heard from a little birdy that she was kicked out of town and hasn't been allowed back since, I wonder how that happened?"

Robin could be heard snorting over the communicator.

"We both know that if I was actually aiming for her head it would have hit. That was me asking her nicely. " The young man then huffed. "Its like you don't even know me at all," he teased. Completely ignoring the last thing his lover said.

Slade couldn't help but chuckle lowly. He lowered his tone to a seductive purr that he knew his young lover would appreciate. "Hmm. I'd say I know you quite well by now, wouldn't you? Five years, little bird," he teased.

"I'll say."

Suddenly Slade's voice became very serious. "You are mine, Robin. As I am yours. Don't ever forget that. No old friend or new friend will ever change that. Never."

"Well geez if you say it like that, than how can I refuse?" It seemed even after all this time Slade could still make shivers rush down his spine, make him feel lightheaded and giddy.

"I will take out anyone who tries to steal you away from me," Slade ground out, perfectly serious. For a moment he sounded tense and angry again.

"Hey...did something happen or...?"

"I am just reminding you that you belong with me."

"Mmmm, you know I find your possessive tendencies a huge turn on ...are you sure you don't want to take up my offer for phone sex?"

Slade chuckled.

"I'll be home around midnight tomorrow," the one-eyed man indicated. "Think you can hold out until then?"

"I have the toys to keep me company," the young man said casually, flippantly. "Actually, take all the time you need out there, I think I'll be quite content now that I think about it," Robin shot back.

The older mercenary snorted.

The fact that Slade didn't banter back with him this time was a testament to how impatient he actually was. That he really wanted to be finished and that this "old friend" was an unwanted and unplanned delay. He had decided to end the conversation.

"Don't keep me waiting Slade or I might just have to come find you," Robin purred ominously after a fifteen second silence. He'd hung up before he'd heard a response.

It was now nearing midnight almost two days later and Slade was due home soon. He was glad the man was returning. He always got a little tetchy when Slade was out of the country, but tonight he was feeling restless and a little lonely. His thoughts weren't helping his mood either.

They were well past the honeymoon stage when Robin had always wanted a constant physical presence when it concerned the older man. Back when everything had been so new and intense, scary even. When Robin had been trying to find his place with Slade. Nowadays they would leave each other for extended periods of time and it usually didn't bother him too much.

Though it didn't mean he didn't miss and worry about the man. And welcome home sex is always fantastic. Robin couldn't help but grin. He gave a contented sigh and stretched out on his back, arms holding his head, gazing at the stars. The one-eyed man would be home soon. Everything would be perfect again.

It was half past midnight by the time Slade returned.. He was almost fully healed and quickly changed out of his mission clothing before he took the elevator towards the roof of the building, his watch indicating that Robin was located there. His steps were quick and impatient. His body tense, almost like he was on high alert. Which was understandable as Batman had attacked him only two nights ago.

It wasn't long before the mercenary was greeted to the sight of his husband, lying on his back in deep thought. Good. He was fine. Even though the tracker did a good job with keeping him updated on Robin's vitals and whereabouts, it wasn't the same thing being able to see him with his own eye. To see the physical evidence.

Robin was unharmed, yes, but his focus was far away and in a different place it seemed. His head turned towards the dark city. His mind going a mile-a-minute. It wasn't often, now, that Slade could sneak up on the young man but Robin hadn't acknowledged him as he'd stepped out on the structure so he decided to keep quiet for the moment. Just watching him. Bird watching had always been something he enjoyed, after all.

Robin had filled out since he'd been fifteen. Muscles full, lithe but thick and often found bulging out of his shirts. The man no longer towered over him as he had years before. His lover had been in excellent shape before he'd been administered the serum, due to Slade's rigorous workouts and the job they did on a day-to-day basis. However, the serum had pushed Robin even further and the older mercenary had found himself noticing his thickened physique quite a lot. Robin had no qualms about showing it off, either.

The boy, as Slade had called him hundreds of times, was now a man. Well, he still had those boyish moments that reared every once in a while. If he was pouting or being flirtatious. Or when he was being clever. Mischievous.

Slade couldn't help but smirk. Robin wouldn't be Robin without his mischievous side. Though there were a lot of other redeeming qualities too.

"Is it bad that I can hear your smirk from over here?" The blue-eyed man said, turning his head and grinning when he was right. His eyes were bright against the black sky and glittering stars, the night highlighted the blue dye tint he had taken to putting in his hair recently. He was beautiful. Sleek and deadly like a panther. "I wish I'd had this talent back when you still wore your mask. It would have come in handy. Though I was always somewhat in tune with you, even back then..." he trailed off; a small hint of what he'd been so deep in thought about.

Back then. Roughly five years ago. The night that changed everything. When Robin had been intoxicated by Poison Ivy's plants. When he'd come apart at his touches. Not exactly willing, but unable to deny the deep pleasure that Slade's touch had provided. Slade was never pleased when Robin began thinking of the past in that way. Of course he couldn't stop the young man but it didn't mean that he had to like it.

Everything about the that night comes rushing back to his mind, just like it had for hours now. It had been all he could think about. It paired with what Bruce had shouted at him two nights ago. Of course he would come home to Robin's thoughts about that time. His luck these past few days had been shit. He supposes its his fault, for his comment about 'five years' over the phone with Robin a few days ago that put the idea in his mind.

He suddenly realizes that its been exactly two years since Batman had kidnapped Robin. Bruce's appearance in the city suddenly making perfect sense.

That bastard!

Batman had wanted to showcase that he still had a hold over them, even though they also had a hold over him. Both sides sitting at a stalemate, neither side winning or loosing. But knowing just how to push buttons... ruffle feathers, Bruce knowing how Robin's mind worked and how Slade might react to him having the balls to come to their city.

Maybe at first that had been the case. Then Bruce had obviously snapped and decided to either kill or be killed.

Slade felt the lingering effects from his fight with Batman flare up. That, coupled with Robin's comment instantly put Slade in a very bad and dangerous mood. That was not a good combination.

After everything Bruce and the Titans had done. Bruce especially... Considering Slade himself had made nice with the man, had accepted that this was a part of Robin's life that he refused to throw away. He had made a concrete effort to get along with the Dark Knight. But, to have him try to take Robin away...? To have done so in such a manner? To just erase memories, feelings and choices? Well...there really was no wonder why it pissed him off when his young lover thought about them.

The older mercenary could feel a little bit of anger rise to the front of his mind. The thought of Robin being taken away...no...never again.

"What have I told you about leaving yourself out in the open?" Slade finally said in greeting, stepping into the light and revealing himself a minute after his young lover had first spoken. If the mercenary came off irritated it was because it was true. This argument was one they had more often than not. It kind of added a little more fuel to his fire. Batman will never take him away from me again...

"I knew you were there," Robin shot back, grinning. Even if his communicator hadn't alerted him to the fact that the older man was on his way up in the elevator, he would have known." There is no need to get your panties in a bunch. Besides, we have a fantastic security team and we are located on top of the highest and most secure buildings in the city. So, I figured I was pretty safe."

Slade, in the back of his mind, was thinking of how easy it had been for Bruce to corner him. Of all the times people had gotten the jump on them. The Scorpion Gang flash across his mind.

"In case you've forgotten, never let your guard down," Slade shot back, narrowing his eye. Suddenly he was angry with Robin's carefree attitude towards his safety. "You might just end up with a body full of bullet holes and wondering if you will ever walk again, if you survive." It was blunt and harsh. Even as the one-eyed man was saying it he knew this all stemmed from his confrontation with Bruce.

Slade wasn't surprised when Robin flinched almost violently. Body language changing as quick as flicking a light switch. His earlier comparison to his lover being like a panther, never more perfect in this moment; Robin looked lethal. Slade knew he was being irrational, but sometimes emotions had a way of taking over, especially on such a subject. Especially when his lover refused to put such things out of his mind and move on completely.

Even though that incident isn't really the root of the problem.

"I have not forgotten Slade," his young lover growled. He used his hands to propel himself upright and onto his feet. The defensive position he took immediately alerted Slade to Robin's contained anger, it wouldn't stay that way for long.

The one-eyed man had recovered completely from that near-paralysis incident, but it had only proved what he had already known. That when you let your guard down, bad things happened (as had happened when the Titans sans Batman had kidnapped Robin, as had happened earlier in the week). That had been the closest to death either of them had been while together. They had been lucky, nothing more. Only lucky in that Slade had managed to take the hits instead. He, at least, had a chance of survival...but had Robin been hit...his lover hadn't been injected by the serum at that point, yet. He would have died.

The older mercenary shook his head. No. Best not to go there. I wont let them take him away from me.

"I haven't forgotten the thud of your body hitting the ground with bullet holes in it Slade, so fuck you. I thought you were dead!" Robin's body was tense and he had his arms curled in fists under his armpits. He was shaking slightly, not from the cold but from pain. Slade could see it flash in his eyes, hurt and anguish, pain from that day and the harsh words that the older mercenary was speaking.

"Then why do you insist on leaving yourself out in the open Robin?" Slade growled out, his temper rising steadily. "If you haven't forgotten, then why? Why do we keep having to have this conversation?"

They will never take you away from me, not Bruce, not the Titans and not some half-baked criminal trying to make their mark on the world.

"Are we actually going to fight about this?" Robin asked incredulously, miffed at the man's expression and tone. "You just got home.."

"You are to stop this now, I'm not joking anymore," Slade demanded, sounding pissed. The older man wasn't even sure anymore what he was angry at, it was all mixed together. "I don't want to see you up here anymore, you are too exposed."

"News flash Slade, when people return home to loved ones there is supposed to be amazing 'i missed you so much' sex," Robin said pointedly, his temper flaring. "There aren't supposed to be stupid arguments about whether or not I can go out on top of my own fucking building!"

"Technically its my building," Slade said matter-of-fact.

Robin gaped slightly, then laughed out loud at the man and held his hand up, removing the black glove and pointed to his ring. "We're married honey, or did you forget? That means that half of everything that you own is mine too, so therefore this is my fucking building. What else do you have? Hmm? What other dumb thing are you going to throw in my face?"

Slade said nothing to refute his young lover.

"What are you so pissed about?" The blue-eyed man spat out after the silence, glaring. "Is this about your friend that delayed you? I knew something seemed off about you on the phone when-"

"Forget about them, that's not-"

"Then what Slade? What?"

"That you do not listen! I have told you countless times-"

"I have listened!" Robin's voice was loud and disbelieving. "I don't go out in the city at night anymore unless its for work purposes. I have always worn a disguise if I needed to go out during the day. I even have a couple members of the security team tail me when I go anywhere by myself! I think that garners me a little credit here Slade."

Slade was only scowling, shaking his head.

Robin continued on anyway."Annnd you almost always come find me when I roam the city anyway and if its not you, its someone you hired. Yeah, don't think I don't see him, cause I do, he's good, but I'm better. He needs more training." Robin tried a smirk and lightly trailed his hand up his husbands chest, that usually was good at defusing a situation. Everything was just getting so out of hand. Somehow he didn't think that Slade was getting so upset over him being out on the roof.

Slade's face was set in a sneer, though, so it wasn't looking that great. He even crossed his arms to shrug off Robin's touch "Its not enough." Robin hadn't seem him this upset in a while.

Robin scoffed. "Not enough?! You can't cage me into a building Slade, I won't live like that! You can't control everything! You can't control me like that!"

This was usually the point where they would both start to back off from the argument. But Slade looked like he wanted to keep going. Robin had found that after Slade's near scare with paralysis he had been unrelenting about this issue. But he'd never been this furious about it before. He'd never taken cheap shots at him before. To insinuate that he had forgotten Slade's near death experience? Yeah, that had been low. The young husband had been truly terrified that his one-eyed lover would die that day. To throw it in his face that maybe he had some how forgotten... ?

What else is bugging you Slade?

"You need to stop this now." Slade's voice was a low and frightening tone. Robin narrowed his eyes at the sentence. "This building is the easiest target of them all. In this business you can't let your guard down for even a second. There is always someone wanting to take advantage."

"Yeah... "Robin sneered disgustedly, laughing shrewdly, suddenly fed up and feeling like taking cheap shots himself. "Someone always wants to take advantage, all right." He spat out pointedly. Apparently tonight was not going to be as good a night as previously thought.

Nooo this is going to be one of those nights where everything is terrible...I can feel it, Robin thought, feeling almost helpless. I don't get it, what did I do?

Slade's single eye narrowed into a deadly slit, his expression one that Robin had only seen when he was extremely furious.

You raped my son! Slade heard Batman's voice in his head, spurring his anger and fire. But it was all being directed at the one person it shouldn't. "And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?" His voice sounded calm but the blue-eyed man knew different.

"Exactly what I said," Robin yelled, a little panicked, skirting over what he had said already. Trying to focus on the root of the problem and not past issues." I know that my namesake may be that of a bird, but you will never cage me. So why don't you cut the stupid shit and tell me what the real reason you decided to be an asshole two minutes after you walked out of the elevator, because I am drawing a blank here."

"It was easy for the Titan's to come into this place and take you away, brainwash you. It was even easier for the Scorpion Gang to stake our meeting place and rain bullets down on us! Hell you even went against my wishes and tried to take out Harvey Dent years ago and you almost died, tied to a guillotine, on television! What if, because you were 'city gazing' someone had decided to get even? While I wasn't here!"

"Raven took me after we had an argument in our bedroom! How the hell am I supposed to protect myself against that?!"

"You just leave yourself open for this, Robin! Constantly. Always needing supervision, always having to watch over you, always having to watch your back, when you should be more careful. Any one with half a brain could walts in and then that's it, it might be game over. Its completely careless! I am sick of it."

Robin was gaping now and there was another intense flash of hurt in his blue eyes. Usually Robin could reign in his emotions, put on his blank face. Not this time. Not with Slade. "So ...what? Are you saying I'm a liability now? That I am cramping your style with my 'apparent' damsel in distress routine? That you don't want to come find me anymore in the city and fuck me senseless against the first place we happen upon? Is this ...is this an ultimatum or something...?"

Are you getting tired of me? Of the person that I am...? Am I ruining our relationship? Are you...are you gonna leave me? His chest gave an awful spasm and tugged with emotional pain.

Slade shook his head as if he was speaking to a child, letting out a frustrated sigh. Robin despised that look. "When you are in this business..."

Suddenly Robin just couldn't take it anymore. "You were the one who dragged me into this business Slade...!" Robin ended up shouting, hands in the air, frustrated and angry.

It wasn't what he'd wanted to say. Sooo not what he'd wanted to say. He'd just been so upset and he had been thinking of before, Slade had even brought it up and ...and ...and Slade is acting like an asshole when we should be fucking like rabbits, what the hell?!

Slade was stunned silent, his husband's outburst leading to a tense stalemate. The blue-eyed man glanced away and stared out into the vast city around them. Once the younger man had a few seconds to calm down, he said a little more quietly "...and you knew the risks."

"Thinking of old friends, Robin," Slade spat out, like he was disgusted with the idea. He sounded dangerous. Lethal. His tone a little darker and cold... like when they had first gotten 'together'. It was bringing back shitty memories.

The blue-eyed man knew exactly what his husband thought about the people he used to call friends. That even after all they had done he still harboured any type of feelings other than hatred for them was beyond the older mercenary.

He didn't want to talk about this with Slade tonight. Tonight was reserved for something much better. Had been reserved for something much better, anyway...

The young mercenary sighed and shakily ran a hand through his raven hair. "Is that what this is about?" It had been a long time since he felt so shaken and upset. He couldn't keep his emotions in check.

"You tell me? Are your loyalties split, after what he did? Do you still care what he thinks of you? Do you miss him?"

Robin levelled his husband with a death glare. "How dare you!" He was not amused in the slightest. The older man had effectively ruined the mood. The younger man felt sick to his stomach, yep everything is terrible, just like I thought.

"Its only been five years Slade. I can't control how my minds works. I can't just forget people who were part of my life." It was a testament to how fucked up the situation was that Robin was trying to be the voice of reason.

"Surprise, surprise," Slade bit out sarcastically, turning away with his hands behind his back, his body and tone taking on that of when they were master and apprentice more than lovers... husbands. "You've disappointed me."

Memories came back to Robin in a rush of a few times that Batman had acted and spoken exactly as Slade was right now, biting out "I am disappointed in you" or "this has been a real disappointment, you could have done better."

Never good enough, can't be your partner, can't be your sidekick, can't even be your son. Just a liability, someone who just gets in the way, a child.

Robin's face scrunched up in confusion, hurt flashing again and that awful pain in his chest becoming a constant piercing feeling as he took in his husbands turned back, like he was being dismissed. Slade was so angry right now. What is he saying? Does he not want...?

Slade knew right away that out of everything that he could have said tonight, that had been the worst thing. He had no idea what had come over him, couldn't believe the things he had said to his young lover.

Its that goddamn Bat! He didn't understand why he couldn't just tell Robin about the confrontation. Instead, he was here picking fights, saying terrible things to the one person he cared about most in this world.

He suddenly heard a rustling and turned to find Robin hastily rummaging through his utility belt, heading for the edge of the building. "I'm outta here," the young man muttered quietly, painfully, terribly sad looking and trembling a little bit, trying to mask the intense pain in his voice.

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm leaving!"

"You are not leaving," the older mercenary growled out, making his way towards the blue-eyed man. "Robin! come back here! " he said through gritted teeth. If Robin jumped, he wouldn't be able to follow as when he had changed he hadn't taken his grappling hook up to the roof.

"No Slade... we are finished! Don't follow me unless you want a real fight 'cause I'm armed! Bastard!" Robin turned tear-filled eyes on Slade and the older mercenary felt a horrible ache settle in his chest at his young lover's expression, enough that it caused him to hesitate. "Yeah, fuck you! I'm outta here."

With those fateful words, Robin was gone. Over and down the side of the building, grappling hook taking him out of Slade's view in only minutes.

Slade first thought after Robin jumped was...

What did he mean by we are finished?

Usually when he and Slade would have a fight he would make his way over to the next building where the redheads lived. He'd then cool down after talking with them and a few hours later he would be back next door, making up with his husband.

This time, however, Robin didn't stop at the building next door. He kept going, unsure exactly where he was going. But just knowing that he needed to get away as quickly as possible. It wasn't long before he was running over rooftops after having finally descended close enough.

He tried to pretend that the tears falling down his face were just the cold wind hitting his eyes as he ran as fast as he could. But he knew better...the ache in his heart told him the truth...

Because maybe ...for the first time ever... Slade had really hurt him.

A/N: I thought about how there would probably (definitely) be a few times over those five years that Robin would think about Bruce and his old teammates and old life reflectively. They were all major parts of who he was, Bruce the most. Not that he wants to go back to them, but that he just remembers.

And no they didn't break up. They are just having a really bad fight. Where will Robin go and how long will Slade stay away?

Let me know what you think about Slade keeping the truth from Robin.

Tune in next week!

/Jayto