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Author's Note

"Socio Talking"

"Think talking to Socio"

Thinking

"Talking"

Updated 06/23/14 Sadly I am stupid and can't tell the difference between where and were so I fixed that up and edited the text quite a bit.

Chapter 3

-Bed Rest-

-16 days since initial capture-

Robin opened his eyes to see the smooth cracked surface of the ceiling, but to his surprise the cracks were foreign to him. He furrowed his brow and tried to look around at the room. His first attempt was a failure as he looked to his left only to see a wall and his broken arm. With a small huff he slowly turned his head to the right, groaning as a kink in his neck cracked. Just as Robin has suspected he was in fact in a new room. The room was nicer than the first, with a light embedded into the ceiling, a small dresser, a simple table with a stool and two doors. The doors confused Robin, he knew one door would lead to the hallway outside but the second door was a mystery. In fact he didn't even know which door lead to the hall.

Maybe one of the doors was open. Escape.

The thought was all consuming and the possibility lodged its self into Robin's mind. In an intense rush of desperation Robin lounged towards the closer of the two doors. The movement had been so impulsive he hadn't even taken the time to try and get his legs beneath himself. The forward lunge caused him to pitch forward and tumble out of the bed.

The drastic movements had caused new pain to flow through his body. He felt all the pain from the past week flood back in a tidal wave of agony. He felt each pain at once, the sore ache at his bruised skin, searing fire of re-opened cuts, deep aches of exhausted muscles and the all-consuming deep splinters of the nanobots.

Sprawled out on the floor with his eyes fixed unseeingly at the ceiling Robin opened his mouth wide and screamed. The sound could have curdled blood as it rang out and bounced around in the small-enclosed space.

Slade grumbled a few obscenities as he grabbed a new IV bag for his apprentice. It had been a bad idea to give the boy food and medications at the same time and after having to clean up the puke, Slade would never make that mistake again. He had found the best alternative to medicating and feeding the boy in the use of an IV drip and had been using the method for three days. If all went well he could take the boy off his IV feed by tomorrow. Slade heard a crash and screaming echo down the hall. With a sigh he dutifully made his way to his apprentice.

When he reached Robin's room it was seemingly empty. The sheets where tousled about and cascading over the bed but other than that the room was unharmed.

"Robin." Slade called sharply.

In response there was a soft moan and a rustle of fabric. Slade crossed the room in a few easy strides and flung the sheets back on the bed and peered under the bed where Robin laid curled in on himself. Not even bothering to command the boy, Slade heaved the young hero from under the bed and set him down on the bed. He retrieved the IV stand that had rolled off to the dresser and quickly set up the IV. Robin growled in protest as he slid the needle into his arm but didn't do anything more than that.

-Day 17-

Robin didn't so much wake up as realize he wasn't asleep anymore. He had been musing about how his eyelids were sifting and realized that you didn't notice such details in sleep so he must have woken up. He opened his eyes and found his surroundings to be the same as last time he had woken up. He shifted around in the bed and noticed the discomfort was minimal. With slight hesitance Robin tried to sit up and found he could do so with relative ease. He felt about his body and found that all his cuts had scabbed over and that most of his bruises were uncomfortable patches of sore skin. With a quick glance to the door he had heard Slade come through last time, he got up. He was a bit unsteady but it was by far one of his best attempts at getting up unassisted since he got here, and with the achievement of getting out of bed under his belt, Robin turned his keen eyes on the room.

Robin stared for the door with a spark of hope that the door was by some miracle unlocked. Even though the chances of the door being unlocked where nonexistent in the first place, he couldn't help but feel crestfallen when the door nob had no give. Desperate to keep his small ember of hope alight he turned to the only other possibility of escape in the room, the second door. He moved towards it a quickly as his sore body would allow, and as soon as his grasping hand got within range he grabbed hold of the door nob. The give of the handle was the greatest feeling he had experienced in his life. In an instant his heart was beating in his ears. He had his way out! A mental plan formulated instantly, it was most likely the door would lead out into the hall, meaning as soon as he opened the door he wouldn't have any cover. He would have to act fast if he wanted to find his way through the halls before Slade found him. With a deep exhale Robin centered himself, bracing himself next to the door, he did a slow countdown and as he reached 1 he threw open the door and leapt around the wall that blocked his view.

It took a second for his brain to process what his eyes where seeing, and when it did his world came to a crashing halt. The door was not an exit that would lead to his freedom but simply an entrance to a bathroom. His small ember of hope sizzled out and Robin couldn't help but feel numb. He was trapped, and there wouldn't be a convenient escape this time. By some ingrained training, Robin continued to explore the room. Taking inventory of the resources at his disposal. He found the dresser to be filled with clothes much like the ones he was wearing, with exhausted greyish colored shirts and army styled pants. The small table was wooden and bolted to the floor and the stool was pathetically flimsy. As for any hidden surprises, he managed to find the switch to his room light. All in all the room was dismally dull.

It took Robin about a hour of wondered around his new room in mindless patterns before he forced himself into action again. He couldn't waste time sulking, the opportunity for escape would present it's self and when it did he would need to be ready for it. Judging by how sore and tired he was from just walking around the room, it was best that the door hadn't opened. Given his condition escape would have been imposable anyways. If he wanted to escape he would have to heal and regain his strength.

With his mind set on his new course of action, Robin snatched a towel from the dresser along with a set of clothes and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. He felt remarkably better after the hot water of the shower had loosened his tensed muscles. He was out of shape, it had to be at least a week since he had moved around properly. He would have to fix that. Since he felt up to it, Robin settled onto the floor and began to stretch his neglected muscles.

With is legs stretched out before him, he folded in half and slowly pulled himself towards his feet. As he slowly made his way through the routine he had done since he was a tyke his mind wondered.

He had a lot of time to think while he was left alone so he had already deduced that Slade had taken him from Jump City. He figured that they where most likely still on the west coast seeing as Slade hadn't traveled more than a few hours after setting off the self destruct of the gear filled lair in Jump. Robin reviewed the details of the building he had observed when he had traveled it's halls and when he had been in the kitchen. They had walked for too long through the endless hallways for this to building to be any kind of house and the structure of the place didn't have enough cement to be an underground bunker. It had to be a warehouse of some kind, most likely some kind of small storage warehouse and judging by the height of the ceiling it was multiple stories.

With a steady exhale he drew his apart into the spits and continued his slow stretching.

With Slade being a mercenary and all that would most likely mean he would need easy and inconspicuous access to whatever mode of transportation he would needed at anytime of the day or night. So when they relocated Slade would have just taken them to a new city, some place where no one would bat an eye at a passing helicopter or jet. Mean they had moved to a Southern city. Northern cities like Portland would take more notice to that type of odd activity. So where were they?

Robin stopped mid-stretch, his back curved backwards in the shape of a C, his brow furrowed.

Los Angeles!

It made perfect sense. Not only was Los Angeles just a few hours way from Jump, but it had an ample supply of warehouse due to the shipping of goods from it's ports and the most important detail was no one would ever look for him there.

Los Angeles was a dead-zone when it came to heroes. There weren't any Villains that really stayed in Los Angeles so heroes weren't really needed or that was what Robin remembered the JLA saying. Sure there wasn't any Villains but there where gangs. Large violent groups of low level criminals where out of hero's leagues so the JLA had left places like LA to fester like open wounds while they took care of other bigger problem areas.

Robin finished his all the stretches he could manage and still on the floor leaned back on the bed.

"Hey do you remember any heroes in Los Angeles, Richard?"

"I would ask 'What's with the random question?' but I can hear anything you think." Richard grumbled, "Let me see... there was that one guy... um Tony? No no! His name was Tim, Tim Rice."

"Tim Rice?"

"Yeah I think so, that dark shadow guy with the cape. He introduced us to his boyfriend one time. I think his name was Dan or something."

"Wait a second, are you talking about Obsidian?"

"Yeah that's him."

Robin sighed, "His name isn't even Tim, it's Todd and his boyfriend's name is Damon, Richard"

Richard scoffed, "And I give a shit? I think you have me confused with someone who cares. Why does it even matter anyways?"

"It matters because those are the guys who are going to save me when I get out of here." Robin snapped defensively.

"I never knew you to be such an unrealistic optimist." Richard sneered

Robin knew it was a long shot but it was all he had, so it would have to be enough.

-Author's Note-

Yes it is true that the only hero in Los Angeles is a gay guy named Obsidian. I'm trying to keep all the characters in this story completely real so at anytime you can look them up to see what they look like or what their backstory is or whatever. So far my story is 100% OC free and I hope to keep it that way.

Oh yeah so I hope that the day could I added would help you understand the story better. The day count started during the apprentice episodes (which I believe took place over 7 days).

I'm still figuring out how to work with Robin's thoughts so sorry if anything confuses you.

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-Missing Jay