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Chapter 4

-His Apprentice, Obedient-

-Day 17-

Robin must have dozed off because he was startled awake by a noise outside his door. With a loud bang the door to his room was thrown open and a Sladebot marched in. Robin scrambled into a fighting stance, despite his body protesting the position. The bot stepped into the room and raised up a clawed hand, palm up, towards Robin. Robin instantly tensed and got ready to fight. Then to Robin's surprise the robot did something completely unexpected, with the soft whirring hum of gears, it slowly curled its four fingers into its palm a couple of times. It was the classic 'Come here' motioning. When Robin just stared at the robot dumb struck, the robot repeated the motion in addition to bending its elbow so its hand was waving Robin over. Robin did nothing and the robot seemed perplexed by this, it brought its hand to its face and bent its fingers. It looked to Robin briefly then looked back to its hand, flexing its fingers again. Seeming to deem the movement was correct, the robot stretched its hand out once again and bent its fingers for Robin to come. With a bit of hesitation, Robin stood. The robot turned slightly towards the door and raised its arm out the opened room door, inviting Robin outside. Robin walked slowly out the room and the bot closed the door behind him and began leading Robin through the halls.

The bot lead Robin to the kitchen and made him take a seat at the kitchen's island counter. It was an awkward sight seeing a being so similar to all the dozens he had smashed into scrap metal before rummaging through the kitchen trying to make breakfast. When the novelty of watching the Sladebot fry eggs wore off Robin turned his attention to he surroundings out of habit. Robin was amazed to see natural light filtering through an old clouded arch shaped window at the far side of the room. Robin cataloged away the window into his head as a posable escape route and turned to the Sladebot as it set down a plate with a fried egg and a slice of toast cut diagonally. Robin ate the food without hesitating seeing has he had watched the robot make the whole dish and was completely certain there was nothing in it. As he ate the hero couldn't help but wonder if Slade had purposelessly had the robot cook in front of him so he could be sure nothing was put into the food. He knew he wouldn't have eaten anything that had been taken to the room for him, maybe Slade had figured that would be the case. Robin truly had no way of knowing.

After Robin ate, the bot lead him out in the hall and instead of heading back to the room lead Robin in a completely new direction. Robin was lead down a flight of stairs and was ushered into a room. Robin froze in the doorway as he saw Slade. The man was sitting laid back in a low leather chair with his feet up on a matching foot rest. He was typing on a laptop looking irritated with what was on the screen. After a moment Slade looked up and saw Robin at the door.

"Come here, Robin" Slade commanded.

Being trapped between the man and the robot, Robin didn't even have a choice. As Robin slowly made his way across the room, Slade rose to his feet and meet the boy halfway. Robin stayed still, biting his tongue as Slade slowly appraised him. Slade took Robin's chin in his hand and moved the boys head around, turning it to see where the skin had split on his cheek and inspecting the bruises on his neck. Slade let Robin's head fall as he let go of his chin.

"Take off your shirt." Slade commanded.

Despite not wanting to Robin had no other choice, slipped off the dull red shirt and dropped it to the floor. Robin stayed glaring at the floor as Slade slowly walked around him as if admiring all of his handiwork with the patchwork of bruises, scabs and swollen skin. After a long moment Slade walked back to his chair, sat down and opened his laptop once again. Not knowing what to do Robin scooped his shirt off the floor and slid it on. Shifting from foot to foot for a good 5 minutes Robin broke the silence.

"What do you want?" Robin grumbled irritated. He was bruised, battered and felt uncomfortably exposed standing it the center of the large room.

Slade looked up at Robin with a death glare, "I want silence."

So Robin was forced to just stand there. He was just about a hundred present sure Slade was testing him some how, everything he did would be analyzed and used to draw some kind of conclusion. He was out of his element, he had no clue what he could do and what information it would give Slade. His normal straight forward charge and attack couldn't be applied here, it was all mind games and strategy. Not knowing what direction to start off in, Robin decided to backtrack. He started to hum and fidget and do anything he could to make noise but not daring to out right talk. He was testing boundaries and disobeying trying to get a reaction from Slade.

"Robin." Slade snarled after Robin had started to drum on his thighs. "Come."

Internally smirking, Robin making his way over to Slade's leather chair, but was instantly forgotten when the large hand connected with his face.

Robin was stunned when there was a sharp crack and his head was wrenched to the side as pain seared through his cheek.

"I told you to stay quiet. I didn't think you would need to be punished in order to complete the simplest of tasks but it seems I was wrong." Slade said.

Robin forced his dumbstruck face into a steady stoney faced glare.

"You are to stand here when you are in this room." Slade told him firmly, pointing to a spot at the right of his chair, "You will stand there until I tell you to do other wise. Is that understood?"

Robin stayed silent and continued to glare at Slade. His actions where rewarded by another powerful strike to his cheek.

"I said, 'Is that understood?' Apprentice." Slade repeated.

"Yes, Master." Robin grumbled begrudgingly, still glaring at the man. And without another word he stiffly walked around the chair to Slade's right.

Robin was forced to stand silently and stiffly and now even the slightest noise was quickly dealt with, by a slap to his right cheek. It was humiliating to be slapped by the man, his worse enemy, and not being able to do anything about it but not do what the man didn't want. He was being forced into obedience by the slaps and the slight fear that any step too far would result with him being bed ridden with new injuries. He already had to deal with the fact that the blows, all being aimed at his right cheek, had opened up the split Slade had made a few days prior with a powerful punch. At the moment a slow rivulet of blood was seeping from the cut and slowly dripping down his face. Robin decided to ignore it knowing that Slade would catch the movement of him wiping away the blood in his peripherals and silently wished for the blood to dry.

Robin had already analyzed every inch of everything in the room. He had memorized the location of the bookshelves on the wall he was watching and had even gone as far as to memoize the order of the books' colors along with the exact location of the wooden framed wall clock and the patterns of the polished concrete under his bare feet. He had studied the back of Slade's head for so long he began to make a game out of guessing how many millimeters up the shaft of each hair the grey went before it became a pristine white. It might have seemed like Robin was wasting his time but there was really nothing more productive that he could do without getting beaten up. When he had first moved to Slade's side, he had assumed that from his vantage point he would be able to read whatever Slade was doing on the computer from over his shoulder but quickly realized that wouldn't be possible. It was obvious that Slade was reading some kind of document by the black and white format of the screen but the font it was in was so extremely small it looked like rows of ants. Whatever was on the document seemed to be interesting enough to Slade though, because Robin watched the hand on the wall clock make three slow rotations while he stood by the mans side.

By the fourth hour the Robin was absolutely exhausted. His legs that had long since gone numb had begun to tremble and the soles of his feet felt bruised. Robin tried desperately to stimulate himself but the silence was killing him. He shifted slightly trying to get some weight of his right leg that had been screaming pain through his nerves for the past five minutes and couldn't help the groan as his weight pressed his tender left foot into the ground. He didn't realize that Slade was staring him down for a few seconds. When he did, Robin didn't even try to flinch away from the slap he knew was coming, he just shut his eyes and tensed hoping it would be over soon.

"Apprentice." Slade addressed him.

Robin didn't hear anything dangerous in the tone so he slowly opened his eyes to look at Slade.

"Are you tired?"

Robin didn't know the exact reason for the question but decided that the truth would be the best course of action.

"Yes." He replied simply.

Slade nodded slowly and pressed a button on his computer.

"You may go up to your room to rest." Slade told him as a Sladebot appeared in the door way.

Robin nodded to Slade and walked speedily out of the room, and as soon as he reached his room he passed out.

Robin woke up to the sound of foot steps outside his door, multiple foot steps. Robin gasped and shot off his bed onto his feet, which felt much better after his rest. Robin had a sick feeling that whatever would come through that door wouldn't have his best interests in mind. When the door opened three blurs of black steel rushed at him, pining him place. Robin struggled to wrench his body out of the robots grasps but their grips where solid and unmoving.

"Calm yourself, Apprentice." Slade's voice told him from door.

"What the hell Sla-" Robin cut himself off when he saw Slade.

The man was suited up in his Deathstroke outfit and it was one of the most intimidating things Robin had ever seen. Compared to the suit he wore now, Slade's suit when he faced the Titans was a cheap attempt at a knockoff. Slade's Deathstroke armor was almost outrageously bulky in its design. The base of the suit was a black that shined blue in the light and he wore a scaled metal breast plate that had the same effect. Over that he sported additional armor made out of a thick orange-gold metal over his shoulders and back along with gauntlets and a utility belt made out of the same metal. Robin could see the hilts of two long daggers at the mans thighs and the handle of a broad sword peaking out from behind Slade's head (1). But strangely enough the man did not where his mask.

Slade made his way towards him and Robin flinched back and closed his eyes without even thinking. He heard Slade chuckle and then there was a click right in his ear and something cool and weighted fell around his neck. Robin opened his eyes seeing Slade fidgeting with the thing on his neck. Robin looked down and saw something charcoal grey at his neck. He looked back up to see Slade smirking at him.

"There you go, Apprentice. Now you won't get lost. Don't run off while I'm out, it has a powerful shock." He chuckled again and walked out of the room taking the bots with him.

Robin's eyes where wide with dread as his fingers went to his neck, and just as he suspected he felt the wide ring of metal around his neck.

He had a collar.

-Author's Note-

Foot Note (1)

tinyurl(change this to a dot)com/ol8gdmg Here is what the Deathstroke suit looks like

Hey there folks, Jay here. I know it's short, sorry 'bout that but these are filler chapters. The only purpose of these chapters if for Robin to have time to heal up before training and other stuff happens so bear with me. Anyways I can't wait for the next chapter, I hope you guys like it too.

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-Missing Jay