Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans but I wish I did.

A/N: Sorry for not updating on Tuesday it's just that I got a little distracted and I wasn't able to type, but here is the next Chapter.

Two Weeks Later

Robin's POV

He felt like crap, his whole body was aching, he was losing blood and practically starving to death. It felt like he had been trapped here for weeks which was probably only days.

The room was dark and cold as usual and as of now Robin was laying on the ground struggling immensely to stay conscious. The first time he succumbed to rest he found that he had been stripped of all of his clothes except his underwear, exposing most of his body. A few minutes after he had awoken Slade had taken advantage of his new gained access and made sure to harm each and every part of his body. He had mauled his feet with a hammer he had slashed and stabbed all over his body and at a point even strapped him to an electric chair. Unfortunately the task of staying awake was proving to be a difficult task because his torture sessions were becoming a daily matter, and he was surprised his body hadn't given out because of the amount of blood he had lost.

Fortunately during one of his torture sessions he found out that the scumbag who captured him went by the name Slade and that he wanted him to be his apprentice and help in his plan of world domination. Robin finally concluded that no one was going to come and rescue him, honestly he didn't expect Bruce to come in the Bat mobile and rescue him but actually he didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. But in his defense no one knew he was in Jump city at least that's what he thought it was called.

He was going to have to escape by himself. He noticed that Slade was a man of routine, every morning after Robin awakens he would find Slade just sit watching him from a corner in utter silence studying him and then suddenly leave. He would return after what felt like an hour and then torture Robin. The torture sessions in the morning were always the worst because he would come in seething and take out all his frustration on him. But sometimes he wouldn't come at all but the next day would make up for the lost time.

At times when Robin was really silent he could hear Slade talking to someone about some serum called xinotherum. At the end of the day Slade would visit one last time with an injection that had a gigantic needle and stick it right in Robin's neck squeezing in an unknown substance. He would wake up the next day in a similar but different room, he wasn't sure if he was taken to a new location or just a different room. Sometimes if he was lucky he would wake up in a room that had cracks that emitted light enabling to see partially. Seeing as this was becoming a daily routine Robin had a plan.

The day went by like it always did with Slade beating the crap out of him and Robin screaming in agony until he could scream no more. But this time when Slade came in with the injection he moved his body in protest, Slade just watched with amusement until finally he grabbed Robin's face and held him still, he moved the injection to his neck but last minute Robin shifted which resulted to the needle piercing his shoulder. Slade injected the substance nonetheless. Once done he began to pull it out but Robin moved his shoulder away from Slades hand breaking the injection in half leaving the needle still in his shoulder. Slade starred at him for a second his face uncomfortably near Robin's and then suddenly slapped him right across his face. He then stood straight waiting for the substance to take action which it did.

The next day

Robin awoke in a new room which had rags lying everywhere and found that Slade was in his usual place staring at him, after what felt like eternity he finally left. Now since he was gone his plan could begin. He sat up and looked at his left shoulder where thankfully the needle was still injected. He was glad that Slade didn't care enough to remove it. He bit the end that was still sticking out and slowly began to pull it out. After a couple of minutes it was finally out, he then tried to spit it over his shoulder but it dropped.

He then readjusted himself and was now face down on the dusty floor trying hard not to inhale. He moved his body until his lips were right over the needle, unfortunately he couldn't pick it up so he had to open his mouth and try and pick it up with his teeth and tongue. As he did this he couldn't help but think "If Bruce could see me now. What a joke." He then shook his head trying to concentrate on the task at hand. After a few failed attempts which resulted to him eating more dust than he would like he finally picked the needle up.

He sat up and then successfully spat the needle over his shoulder onto the floor right under his hands. He picked it up and then began to fiddle with the lock. After a few minutes he was finally able to pick the lock fortunately because the needle tip broke. He then looked at his hands, the looked so foreign. He got up and began to walk more like limp around the room looking for an exit. He barely found it but noticed the key hole in the wall. He tried to pull the door open but of course it was locked. He was going to have to pick the lock, but he didn't have the needle wasn't sharp enough.

He needed to think fast because there was only a matter of time before Slade came back, and he couldn't give up now not when freedom was so close. He needed a sharp metal stick it didn't even need to long. He then remembered he had a metal screw in his knee cap that he got when he was still fighting in Gotham. He began to search the room for the needle and found it, he grabbed a big piece of cloth and went back to the place where the supposed door stood. He sat back down and pulled his knees to his chest.

He got the needle and quickly drove it into his knee and moved it back and forth whilst he bit his tongue. He closed his eyes and looked at his knee which was now bleeding immensely. He took a deep breath and pushed his skin aside opening the wound further. He could see a piece of metal and pulled it out. He sat there for a few seconds and then got up pushing all his wait to his right leg. He pushed the metal into the key whole and finally opened the door.

A/N: I will try and update on Monday but no promises. Peace Out!