A/N: Based on the opening A/N of chapter one, many readers guessed that Slade was immune. What you didn't take in to account was that I only said there wouldn't be zombie sex. I never said anything about regular necrophilia.

"Oh, fuck."

"Language, hero," Slade laid back, propping his leg on the banister and simply letting the blood trickle down his thigh.

Robin shook his head vehemently as he choked on sounds. They weren't quite words, but somehow they were almost as distinguishable as whole sentences. Finally, something coherent escaped his lips as he rose to his feet and pointed the barrel of his freshly drawn pistol. "FUCK YOU!"

"Glad to see you're alive. We figured as much- or rather, I did. Bruce wasn't sure you had it in you… the true, unbridled desire to live, to win, at all costs." He chuckled, "I knew better."

The pistol shook in Robin's hands as it pointed squarely at the bridge of the man's nose and around his forehead. "Bruce?" He asked, a hopeless curiosity in his voice. In the old days, such an admission would have struck fear in his heart, but in a dead world, no identity was sacred. "Is he dead?"

"Last that I saw, no. Shit shape, but alive."

"How long?"

"Five days."

"Where?"

"Gotham."

"How did you get here?"

"Drove, mostly. Plenty of cars along the way."

"Why?"

"Well, the trains are out of order, and I don't care for flying."

"Why are you here?" Robin clarified with a growl, barrel still trained on the man's forehead.

"Because I knew you would still be alive," Slade smirked with an absolute arrogance that made Robin's blood boil.

"Why isn't Bruce here? Why did he stop looking for me?" He hated that he couldn't hide the pain in his voice.

Slade gave a low chuckle, "He wondered if you saw his fly abouts. He never saw you. Never found a signal."

"I hardly had the chance!" Robin growled, tears streaming down his cheeks again. "He never flew over the same spot twice, never low enough to see me when we were close! He never slowed!"

"Limited fuel and unpredictable wind from the buildings. He was always flying blind, all his toys are down or broken… Why didn't you make fire?"

"I was never is a safe enough location when he came. Always too near the dead, or trapped inside a building."

"Why didn't you rendezvous at the Tower? He said he stopped there and dismounted several times."

"I… never made it close enough," Robin grit his teeth and sniffled wiping away his tears with a dirt-covered arm. "And I stay away from there… if I can…"

"Yes, he told me about your team. My condolences."

Robin gave a short laugh and a quivering smile. "So, what now? You're as good as dead, and I can't get off this roof."

Slade sat up, "What? Why not."

"Wasted my last cable on you," Robin shrugged, the tears starting to dry, though he felt like he was still crying. "The maintenance hatch is locked from the inside, and this building is full of dead people. Even if he managed to shoot through the lock, we'd run out of ammo on the inside. Can't climb down to ground level with the overhang on this building, and the fire escape was blown by a group of survivors to keep the dead from coming up. We're stuck."

"How many bullets do you have left?" Slade asked quietly.

"Enough… if I wanted to end it that way," Robin sniffled again and looked out into the distance. The sun was beginning to set over the ocean, leaving a dazzling pattern in the waves that could just be seen through the gaps in the building and the small wisps of fog.

"Do you want to?" his asked in the same low, calm voice that used to make Robin's hair stand on end. "I could do it for you…"

Robin looked back to the villain with a glare. "Fuck you. I would sooner become one of them then die at your hand, Slade."

"Good to see you still have your fighting spirit," Slade chuckled, rising to his feet and taking a good look around. "Because I'm not about to go out, either."

"You don't really have a choice," Robin growled, pistol still aimed at the man's head. "You've been bitten. You'll change, and I will kill you."

"Sorry to disappoint," Slade gave another smirk and motioned to his leg, still bleeding, but not festering as it should have been, "but I'm immune."

A/N: Bam! Total twist, amirite? You NEVER saw that coming. You know what else you don't see coming? Chapter 3 next week. It's going to sneak up on you like a sneaky thing. Like a cat. Like a sneaky cat. I wish I could take a nap.