Releasing the Demon Chapter 5: The Cat Will Work When it's Away, a teen titans fanfic

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Now for some questions that other followers asked that I think you guys would like the answers too

Q: Why Slaps?

A: So the slaps are not only a punishment but also meant to humiliate. I mean really, Robin's arch enemy is bitch slapping him and he can't do anything about it, he just has to stand there and take it. Another reason I chose Slaps is because of the psychological technique of Opreant Conditioning. In this type of conditioning, too powerful a punishment with do more harm than good. In Robin's case getting beat to a pulp every time he does something wrong would make it impossible to trained as an apprentice. In addition the beat down in the beginning of the story was more of a punishment for trying to escape that treatment Robin would have to deal with on a regular basis.

Q: Why doesn't Robin fight back?

A: The answer is nanobots among a few other things. Robin is as I mentioned a few sparse times still pretty sick, just because he is a hero doesn't mean that everything that has happened to him hurts any less. The main pain in Robin's ass (/whole body) is the fact that the nanobots are still there, and have caused a lot of internal damage (one does not bleed through one's eyes without reason). Yes I will write about what will happen with the nanobots in the story so I'm not going to say too much here. A few other things holding back Robin's charge into action is the fact that he is in LA, a city 5 hours away from Jump by car, and the fact that he now realizes Slade is the DC world's greatest mercenary. If Robin runs now in the shape he is in he will surely be recaptured by the man who lives to hunt people. But I promise Robin will be back and biting soon.

Q: Why didn't Robin check the door and try to get out?

A: I forgot to have Robin check the door. I mean I knew he had checked the door when he was exploring his room but I forgot to write that down.

Lets make it Jive on to Chapter 5!

Chapter 5

The Cat Will Work When it's Away

-Day 17-

Slade stood patiently on the tarmac, as the sun sagged down to the horizon, waiting for his ride. He still had his base suit on under a trench coat and was lightly armed with a few pistols and his bow staff hidden snugly in the lining of his coat, he had determined that this job wouldn't require any extra armor so he opted to travel light. He saw the black armored helicopter approach and land, and waited as the blades stilled. He was about to make his way over to the copter when a man jumped out and jogged over to him. He was pleased to see it was Alex Peabody who was making his way over to him.

Contrary to popular belief, Slade did have friends and Peabody was on of them. He had known the man for years, he had discovered his talent, got him into the mercenary business and now Peabody was a high paid weapon-supplying-tech-genius mercenary.

"I didn't know you would be working this job." Slade commented when Alex got close.

"I couldn't pass up a job like this, plus it the perfect chance for me to test out some new tech." Alex smiled easily, adjusting his dark blazer out of habit.

Alex looked exactly the same as the last time he had seen him, dark brown skin covered an angled face and his squared chin was covered in a tightly curled black haired goatee that matched the hair he had cut short on his head. The familiarity of it relaxed Slade.

"New tech? You haven't been holding out on me have you?" Slade said slipping into easy coversation.

"Of course not, Slade." Alex replied easily as he lead Slade to the copter. "I'm just testing out a few different chemical mixes, trying to refine a few things."

Slade nodded and settled down so the helicopter could take off. Peabody had whipped out his laptop and Slade was once again amused with how much time he could spend on the things.

Slade preferred being out in action over being seated in front of a screen and despite how much he had loved stratagizing against the Titans, sitting in front of those screens had been killing him on the inside. All of that was done now, he had gotten his prize and now he was back in the field. The job he was doing now was a rather simple one, a rivalry among gangs had turned rather rotten and he had been hired to give a warning to his employer's enemy by blowing up a couple store houses, just a little something to say his employer means business. Seeing how these things normally worked, Slade expected to be hired again in a while to wipe out the whole gang after this job, people are predictable creatures after all.

Peabody handed him a little device that reminded Slade of a touch screen phone. Slade took it and looked at Peabody with an eyebrow raised.

"It's for that collar device I made for you. It's an entire remote operating system, vitals, tracking, updates, remote speaker system, everything. All on that device." Alex said pridefully.

Slade gave the thing an appraising look.

"But do you really think that kid needs all this?" Alex questioned.

"You should be saying 'Is this all he needs?'. Never underestimate that boy, Alex. Slade told his friend as he located the On button and activated the device.

The screen flicked on and the device synced up to the collar. The second the connection was made the device started buzzing angrily as a steady flow of alerts appeared on the screen. Alex snatched the thing and pressed a few places on it's screen bringing up a menu where the alerts where pileing up.

"What is he doing." Alex said in a tone halfway between disbelief and anger.

Slade looked to the screen and stared to read the ever growing list.

-Error Code- #D350 18:38 Blunt Force Damage-

-Discipline Code- #A92 18:38 Electric Shock 5,000 Volts-

-Error Code- #D350 18:39 Blunt Force Damage-

-Discipline Code- #A95 18:39 Electric Shock 7,000 Volts-

-Error Code- #D350 18:39 Blunt Force Damage-

"He's going to destroy my collar!" Alex panicked, "He's probably bashing the poor thing with a rock!"

Slade growled and snatched the device from Alex, quickly thumbing through the device's various charts and utilities, Slade found the menu that controlled disciplinary measures and sent out a shock, large enough to knock out the boy. A happy charm rang as the device announced that Robin was unconscious and switched around the screen to a chart depicting Robin's vitals and health. With a disgusted snort Slade shoved the deice back into Alex's hands.

"Why don't you reprogram those security measures before you are forced to remake the entire collar." Slade snapped.

Alex didn't even talk the harsh tone personally as a he materialized a cord from out one of his bags, plugged the device into his computer and started to recode the tech.

"I don't even know why you insist on 'training' this kid. There must be hundreds of others just itching to serve the great Deathstroke." Alex muttered as he typed.

"Yes there are others but Robin is special."

Alex shot a questioning glance at Slade, "And what is this special trait."

Slade sighed in frustration running his hand over his face, "I don't know how to describe it. He just has this... potential. He was made for this work"

Alex raised his brows, "That's high praise, but how does the Boy Wonder factor fit into all this. The boy wouldn't be a hero if he was 'made' to be like us."

"He just got started in the wrong direction. I'm sure I can put him on the correct path now that I have him." Slade said darkly.

Alex simply shrugged in reply.

The conversation died off and rest of the trip was quite and the job was simple and went off without a hitch. As the store house went up in flames and night fell the copter turned and retreated back to Los Angeles.

-Day 18-

Slade reclined in his seat making himself more comfortable as he slowly flipped the pages of the book he was reading. He could hear Robin shifting ever so slightly in his clothes behind him and was reminded of the boy's presence. When he had gotten back from his job the night before, he had sent some Sladebots into the boy's room to find that the little hero had ripped of a leg of his table and used it to smash the collar and various spots around his room. Slade had commanded the bots to clean up the splintered table and had stationed one bot inside of Robin's room as a permanent guard. The only damage Robin had inflicted on himself was a few bruises and a burn scars that branched up from the collar like lighting from the electric shocks. As far as Slade could tell the new scars hurt and the boy was uncomfortable.

He had decided the night before to continue on like nothing had happened and the incident with the collar would count as a self-learning experience for Robin. So he carried out the plans he had already made for the day.

He had the stationed robot fetch Robin at 6am and bring him down to his lounge like the day before, and he had kept Robin standing at his side for almost 5 hours now. It was a waiting game among other things and Slade was enjoying every second of it. After the punishment Robin had received for his last escape Slade had assumed Robin would wait a while before he tried again but Slade would have never guessed the boy would wait this long. It was probably his health that held the boy back, but then again, that had never stopped the boy before.

Robin's behavior hadn't escaped Slade's notice in the least. It seemed as if the young hero had made a complete 180 since Slade had gotten his hands on the boy. When Robin was with the Titans his moods flexed freely but now they where restrained. Robin hadn't really shown any real aggression towards him since they had relocated to Los Angeles. Slade internally frowned. Robin should be more aggressive now more than ever, and yet he was not. There must be a reason, but what is it?

-Author's Note-

There was nothing else that would fit in this chapter so I have to end it here. Sorry folks. Next chapter will be longer... maybe.

So some Slade stuff is always fun, expect more in a couple of chapters (probably chapter 12 or something close to that).

P.S. I just set up some major stuff for the plot and showed Slade's extent of knowledge about Richard. Make sure you paid attention.