Epilogue

Masked blue eyes fall upon the figure huddled on a threadbare bed in one of Arkham Asylum's iconic dark, cold and damp cells. The man looks skinnier than the last time Robin saw him and the pallor of his skin is much paler too. Robin frowns; this is the man that has been the source of some of his worst nightmares for going on two months now? He looks so weak and pathetic. Robin isn't fooled though, he knows the man well, he may have lost some weight and he may look a little sickly but that did not mean that he could be underestimated.

As he stares at the apparently sleeping form of Slade Wilson, Robin once again wonders why he is here. He hadn't planned it. He wasn't even supposed to be in Gotham. He had just needed to get away from the Tower a bit- all his friends had been walking on eggshells around him for the past three weeks and he hadn't been able to take it anymore. So he left a note, climbed on his bike and went on a drive. He definitely hadn't been planning on going on a cross-country trip to Arkham Asylum and he definitely hadn't planned on coming to see Slade and now that he's here he's not sure what exactly he's doing here.

A chilling cackle sounds from a cell a few doors down from Slade's, "Ooooh Bird Boy's come for a visit! Did you miss your dear old Mista J?"

Robin ignores him, he hadn't come for the Joker; he had apparently come for Slade.

The Joker's statement is apparently loud enough to wake Slade up as his eyes snap open and immediately come to rest on Robin.

"Robin." He drawls in that soft voice that threatens to send chills up Robin's spine but he supresses it and he continues to stare at Slade impassively.

Slade pushes himself up and eyes Robin critically, "I see all my improvements have been undone by the Bat. No matter, as soon as I get out of here we'll start the process again and this time he won't find us until I'm finished making you mine."

Robin doesn't react at first. He doesn't know how he should react. Slade had said that very thing in his dreams so many times that he had lost count and every single time he heard those words in his dreams he would be frozen in fear, unable to help himself as Slade stepped out of the prison cell and threw him back into the white room and Robin would scream and scream until his own screams woke him up and he would break down crying from relief because it really was just a dream. Now though he wasn't frozen in fear, it was more like the sheer disbelief that Slade actually believed that he would be able to get away with the same plan again because in the real world trying the same thing over and over again and hoping for a different result literally was the definition of insanity.

Slade smirked, mistaking Robin's silence for a sign of fear, "Don't you worry; I'll make you perfect."

Robin blinks one, twice, a third time and then throws his head back and laughs.

Slade frowns darkly because obviously this isn't the reaction he was expecting which only causes Robin to laugh more because he has suddenly had a very important epiphany.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that, Slade?" Robin says when he finally gets his laughter under control, "You think you're so wonderful and in control and that nothing you can do will ever fail. Well you're dead wrong. Do you want to know how long it took me to remember who I was after Batman and my Team rescued me? You probably think that it must have been within the past few days. Three days, Slade, that's all it took for your brilliant plan to wear off."

"You're lying!" Slade growls, "Even now you should not have all your memories back. You should be nothing bit a shell!"

"Dude, do I look like a shell to you?" Robin asks with a snort and a shake of his head, "Your plan didn't work, Slade, and it never will so you can just give up on that silly notion now."

Slade snarls and charges at the bars, obviously trying to scare Robin. Robin doesn't even blink.

"Face it Slade," and suddenly his voice drops into a growl not too different from his mentor's, "You did your worst and it didn't work and now nothing that you do can scare me. So by all means come after me, keep coming after me until your final breath. I might not always be ready for you but I will always defeat you because no matter what you do you can never take who I am away from me and I am not afraid of you." He practically snarls the last bit before turning around and walking away.

Slade immediately starts shouting threats of vengeance and pain and as a hysterical laugh joins the shouts, mixing to form a cacophonous noise echoing off the walls of Arkham Asylum, Robin walks out with his head held high. He has a feeling that he's had his last nightmare involving Slade Wilson.

AN: Sorry this is a few days late, was having technical difficulties with my laptop.

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