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Update 06/26/14 Nothing to drastic but I did change the very end of the chapter on a whim.

Chapter 2

-The Demon on Your Shoulder-

Robin heard a very familiar squeak. He slowly turned his head towards his creaky cot and the figure that was reclined lazily on the canvas covered frame.

"Oh Futu-i!" Robin yelled in a panic, "What the hell are you doing here!"

The figure turned his head to look at Robin; it was like looking into a mirror. Staring right back at him was Richard Grayson, his sociopath. Black hair, blue eyes and slim figure exactly the same as his own. But that can't be! It's only been three days since I last ate food. It was way to soon to be hallucinating! Unless I had passed out for longer than I thought?

"Whoa there, Birdie. Calm down. It's just a dream." He chuckled in his deep rolling drawl. "You still have a decent amount of time until you start seeing things."

Robin was about to sigh in relief but then he remembered to whom he was talking to.

"If this a dream then why are you here? Dispari!" Robin growled at the sociopath.

Richard chucked a bit. It was a cold sound with no emotion behind it, just a noise that conveyed the contempt without words. "Oh. That's not very nice, Robin. I just wanted to say hi."

Robin scoffed and raised a brow.

"Fine." Richard said his mask of emotion falling away completely.

It was disturbing how he switched his demeanor on a dime. Everything about Richard shifted. As he changed the way he held his body, even in his laid back position with his fingers laced behind his head he looked intimidating. His shoulders shifted and squared and his jaw tensed. The feature that stood out most now was his eyes. The blue orbs had become predatory in their intensity. Robin knew the look all to well; it was the only thing that betrayed his sociopathy. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw the killer intensity his eyes held. And it wasn't just him who saw it, everyone noticed something was wrong, even if they didn't know what it was. It made any one who looked into the azure want to squirm as their internal senses screamed at them that the person standing before them was a danger. Lucky for him, he always wore shades and masks.

But here in his dream, there was nothing to block his animalistic stare.

"You're putting us in danger here, Bird." Richard rasped as he shifted his position on the bed so his feet were on the floor and his chin rested on his intertwined fingers, looking similarly to a businessman from hell. "And that won't do. I can tolerate a lot of things, Robin. In fact, I am forced to tolerate a lot of things. I can handle you running around beating up people. I can handle you wasting your time with your super pets. But I will NOT allow you to put this body in harms way because you don't want to do something!"

"They're not pets!" Robin yelled back. He was on his feet now his hands fisted at his sides, "They're my FRIENDS!"

"WE DON'T HAVE FRIENDS, ROBIN! Richard roared, "WE CAN'T HAVE FRIENDS! THINGS LIKE US DON'T GET FRIENDS!"

"Things like us? THINGS LIKE US!" Robin's voice was as loud as it could go. He pointed an accusatory finger at the sociopath, "You mean things like YOU. I'm not you, Richard. We AREN'T the same!"

Richard sighed angrily, not even bothering to reply. This was one of their more frequent topics of argument and by this point, they were flogging a dead horse. If he went any farther it might get physical and Richard couldn't risk hurting the boy in his dreams not knowing how it would affect his body. He was, to a small extent, concerned for the boy. He had resisted Deathstroke and had gotten their body mangled in the process and now was being starved. Robin had a stubborn will and resistance to him that Richard almost regretted creating him with, but regret was one of the many traits reserved for humans. And with that thought an idea appeared in Richard's head. He could fix everything or at least set things on the right track. All he needed was to take over the body.

Robin flinched when Richard's thinking face suddenly turned ridged and his deadly eyes locked into him. Richard stood up. In fear, Robin stumbled backward. As Richard made his way closer, Robin was mentally thrashing trying to get out of the powerful dream. Just as Richard reached him, Robin woke up.

Robin woke up screaming as all his pain from the previous encounter with Slade returned. He was still on the ground and it made his body stiff and sore from the contact with the freezing floor. He could tell that Richard had been planning to do something. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good.

"You can't run away, little bird."

With that Robin's gut was twisted and he heaved up a mouthful of bile and water. It felt like Richard was grasping his innards in his fist. The phantom hands latched onto his lungs now. With a whimper he curled into a ball. Normally he could stand up to Richard's internal attacks but it was different now. He hadn't eaten in at least half a week and the strain was affecting him. Robin retched pitifully on the ground as his body spasmed and twitched desperately trying to keep Richard from taking over. He tensed his body trying to keep every muscle under his control and block Richard from escaping.

"Stop it, Robin." Richard commanded.

Robin felt his skin crawl as the cold poison that was Richard coursed into his body and he panicked. The panic grew like a living thing, and his body bucking and straining to break free from Richard.

"Please, don't." Robin pleaded, but there was no escape. It's impossible to escape anything when the chains are inside you.

He did feel the chains as they tightened around him dragged him to the dark reassesses of their mind. Robin felt numb as his body was taken away and he knew there was nothing left to do. No amount of fighting could return his body to him now. Resigned to his fate Robin let the chains pull him away.

Richard would have liked to say it was nice to be out, but the pain was unbearable. It would be an inconvenience to his plans but he would manage. Richard decided it would be best for his plan if he stayed relatively still, not so still as to suggest he was unconscious but just enough to suggest he was awake and in too much pain to move properly. If his hunch was correct, Slade Wilson would have this room monitored and anything that was done or said would be recorded. He rolled on his back with a convincing groan and began to scan the ceiling for any type of camera. He wasn't disappointed when he found the slight glint of light as it reflected off the camera's lens when it refocused on him. All the components were there and his stage was set. It would be all to soon before the show began.

Richard took his time preparing for his role. His acting had to be perfect. As the hours went by, he mentally went over what expression would best fit each statement he would make. Richard almost felt envious of the beings who showed these types of emotions naturally, like Bruce. Bruce Wayne had been his greatest reference. Passionate rage, contentment and ambition were a few of his favorites that Bruce had shown him. They were all amazingly intricate and precise emotions that Richard enjoyed playing. But the role he had to play now was anything but fun. Regret was extremely complex and not a very fun role to play. Richard didn't even completely understand what it was. Why would you do the thing in the first place if you were just going to feel bad about it later?

"Humans." He grumbled under his breath.

Well it wasn't like he could prepare any more. It was show time. He glared into the single eye of the camera and cleared his throat.

"Slade."

Slade watched the video feed from Robin's cell, as he had for the past few hours, an interested gleam in his single eye. It finally seemed like his little apprentice had snapped. It had taken a little longer than he would have hoped but he had gotten his desired result. The boy had been ranting endlessly for the past 3 hours. At times, the boy had just repeated Slade's name and mixed in a few creative Romanian curses and others he just simply screamed in rage. At the moment, Slade watched as sobs racked the otherwise motionless boy's body.

"Let me go, Slade." The boy's voice came crackling through the speakers. It was a very repetitive statement in the boy's rant. But now the boy seemed to stop as if he was thinking. "Food." The boy rasped. "Slade, Food!" he continued, growing even more frantic.

Slade thought about this new demand as the boy continued to yell. He had withheld all food from the young hero for about five days now. It was understandable that the boy would be starving by this time, even with the water he was allowed. Robin's words drew the mercenary's attention back to the screens.

"What do you want me to say? 'Slade, I'm dying. Please, help me.' What is it! What is it you want me to do!" Robin was yelling in frustration.

"How about this 'Please, fed me, Master'? You wanted me to call you master, right?" It was extremely easy to tell how incredibly desperate the boy was at this point. Slade smirked.

Slade studied the ex-titans face through the grainy pixilation of the screen. The boy's features were contorted in pain. Slade got up and started towards the door. It was obvious that the child had said all that he could and Slade was satisfied. Just as he reached the door, just as he was about to leave, he heard Robin speak again the words made his eye widen in surprise.

Richard was grounding his teeth as he flexed the hand of his broken arm. He wasn't the best at acting out emotional pain but physical pain was a close enough substitute. He looked into the camera. Shifting his face into something like a pitiful grimace. He let his breathing get heavy and with his teeth clenched tightly he ground out the next words.

"I regret it."

Richard chuckled, then moaned at the movement. Richard eternally patted himself on the back, he hadn't even planed that chuckle but it worked perfectly.

"That's it, isn't it? What you wanted to hear." Richard quickly shifted his voice to a growl, "I'm not going to say I'm sorry, 'cause I'm not!" He evened out into something reminiscently emotionless, "But I do regret it…trying to escape with the Titans, I mean. It wasn't worth it."

"YOU BASTARD!" Robin roared in his head "Dute dracu! You lying prick!"

Richard sighed in his head "Oh calm down, Bird. You're too sensitive."

"Sensitive! You just-"

"I just saved us from starving to death!" Richard cut him off. "Now, grow a sense of self worth and shut up, while I fix this!

Robin quieted and Richard shifted his focus to the footsteps outside.

When the footsteps came to the door, despite all of Richard's planning his body opted on just staying still and quiet, not exactly unconscious but out of it. The door opened and the light that came in blinded Richard. He could only groan weakly and shut his eyes. The hours of talking must have taken a lot out of him. He felt two fingers press into his neck, they were warm. Richard stopped himself from leaning into them; that kind of display would be pathetic. When he was lifted up, he decided that in this state it would be safe for Robin to return to the body, as he mentally denied that the pain or vertigo had anything to do with the decision to retreat.

Robin felt his body being returned to him as he was pulled from the dark desolate place that was his inner world and returned to reality.

"Don't mess this up, Robin." The sociopath growled at him, "Whatever Slade does, just go with it."

Robin was just about to protest but Richard continued.

"At least, until you are well enough to escape or whatever you wish to do." He grumbled.

Robin would have said thank you but it was Richard he was talking to; so, he just stayed silent, accepting his fate.

Slade wove through a network of halls that Robin didn't even bother keeping track of. He just stayed there still and silent as Slade carried him effortlessly under an arm. Robin's mind drifted to a show he had watched with Beastboy that had shown a lion carrying a cub, as it swung helplessly from the beast's massive jaws. Robin imagined he and the mercenary must look like that right now, or maybe he was just a little more out of it than he thought.

Slade stopped at a door and Robin half expected it to open up into another hallway but instead there was a normal tiled bathroom. Slade dropped him to the floor and Robin managed to avoid landing on his broken arm with a little luck.

"Apprentice." Robin collected himself off the floor shakily and turned to look at the man. "Get yourself clean. There will be clothes for you to change into after." The man stayed there. He wanted a response.

"Say 'Thank you'."

"Thank you." Robin heard Richard make a sound telling him to go on, "Master."

Robin saw Slade's eye shine and watched as the man turned and left the room, shutting and locking the door.

Robin turned around and analyzed the room, gasping when he saw the mirror. His face was sullen and dark circles surrounded his eyes. Blood had dried in filthy trails down his face and patches of his skin were a bruised shade of purple. Robin suddenly felt disgusting. He quickly stripped away his clothes and stumbled behind the clouded glass of the shower. In the shower, he found a single bar of soap and nothing else. He turned on the water scalding hot to warm himself up and growled when the soap he applied found its way into his cuts. Finding the burn bearable after the initial sting Robin continued to carefully scrub every inch of his body with his one good hand. Feeling extremely tired, Robin slid down to sit on the floor of the shower and let the water rain down on him. Robin wanted to stay in the spray until the water grew ice cold but he decided against it. He rose to his feet again feeling only slightly better, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. It seemed that during his shower Slade had come in and laid out stuff for him. There was a towel, a stack of clothes and what seemed to be a first aid kit.

"How nice." Robin sneered, as he snatched the towel and dried.

"Giving someone bandages after you beat them up. Nice, don't you think, Richard."

"Your sarcasm isn't lost on me."

Robin opened the box and slowly started to put ointment and bandages over his cuts and scrapes. It would have been easier with two hands but he managed well enough with one. The clothes, on the other hand, were a different story. He struggled with the fabric, trying not to jostle his broken arm or disturb any fresh bandages. The outfit was simple enough, briefs, dark grey, army fatigue pants and a simple black t-shirt but it took a good ten minutes to put it all on. Not having much else to do he knocked on the door then sat on the floor to rest.

Slade retrieved him after a few minutes and only muttered a brief "Come." Before he led Robin down the hall, he soon figured out where they were going when he smelled the food. His stomach roared hungrily. Robin blushed slightly at the fact that his stomach had betrayed him. Slade turned into an opening and Robin followed him. When Robin rounded the corner he found a large kitchen and there sitting on an island counter was a bowl of soup and a plate of bread. Without a second thought Robin ran to the counter and snatched the spoon up. Just as he was about to start eating the soup greedily Slade's voice stopped him.

"Eat slowly, Apprentice. If you throw up that food, I will restrict you to a liquid diet."

In Robin's current frame of mind, a liquid diet sounded like hell. So, in slow moments, he moved the warm broth from the bowl to his mouth. He watched Slade out of the corner of his eye as the white haired man got something black from a cabinet and made his way towards Robin.

"Give me your arm."

Assuming Slade meant the broken one Robin extended it across the table to him. Slade grasped it and Robin flinched. Slade got out the object he had retrieved from the cabinet. Robin could now see that it was similar to a hard fabric brace for sprains except it was bigger and seemed as if it could cover Robin's entire forearm. He watched curiously as Slade fastened the brace around his broken arm and walked away. Robin dropped his spoon and investigated the brace. It was thin but had no give to it and when Robin moved his broken arm, he didn't feel the gut wrenching pain of his bones shifting. He was content with it, and he when back to eating. As he finished off the last of his food he couldn't help but feel oddly peaceful, as if instead of eating his first morsel of food in days in front of the worlds most dangerous mercenary, he was back home at Wayne manor or maybe somewhere even better than that. Did heaven serve soup? They probably would. Robin couldn't stop himself from musing. He hadn't felt this nice since he had gotten a face full of Poison Ivy's spores years ago. Maybe it's just something about villains… how do they manage to make me feel like this… For the life of him Robin couldn't manage to think straight. He faintly heard Richard telling him something nonsensical.

"There aren't any pugs in my soup." He managed to drawl back to Richard.

"No… idiot… ugs!"

Richard squinted at his last spoonful of soup, he was sure there wasn't any shoes in his soup but it did have a suspicious after taste.

"…Drugs!…"

Robin eyes widened as the fog cleared for a second, he was being drugged. He gasped and tried to get out of the seat to get away from the drugged soup but it was to late. He stumbled to the floor and before he passed out he could hear Slade chuckling.

-Jay's Helpful Guide To Romanian Cursing-

Futu-I – F*ck

Dispari – F*ck off/ Get Lost

Dute Dracu - Go to Hell

So I hope you guys liked the Bonus! This chapter was made with the help of my amazing Beta and Her Alters who not only edited for me but helped me understand the basics of what it's like living with more than one personality (No her Alters are not sociopahic but they are there. If you have any questions about that feel free to PM me.).

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