A/N: OK! So there is some OC's in this chapter, they are kinda there for a reason and they will be around and about in coming chapters, but the next ones will obviously reflect more on the relationship between Robin and Slade. This part here I hope is well written enough to be entertaining since it is kind of a necessary small part. Noo big fights or anything yet... Emmm yea. Let me know your thoughts. REVIEW PLEASE =D =D

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EDIT: Ok I uploaded a newly edited chapter, there was some things I forgot to add and some things didn't squish right, so it's been done right this time. Promise! XD

EDIT 07/11/2019 on : Fixing up the errors and making it flow better.

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Paris itself was a magnificent city. Especially for those that loved to play in the dark. It's back alleys and small streets were made for people that easily became one with the night. Slade had no difficulty in finding his way around the city, since he had been here many times in the past. It was easy enough to sneak past the Brotherhoods little military units, even with the boy wonder tossed over his shoulder. Eventually however, this little chase, while all fun and games, had to end. He had to leave the city. And soon. Robin would be rousing from his slumber within a short amount of time. And he didn't want the boy to overexert himself, especially when he found out that it was his arch nemesis dragging him through the streets of Frances Capital. That whole argument was something he'd prefer to avoid.

Once he found a good ledge with a good overlook of the surrounding area, the mastermind set Robin down for a moment. Slade made his way over to the edge of the rooftop before whipping out a cell phone. He didn't like to ask for favors, but his base of operations in France was a bit to far out by now to be asking for backup. And with the Brotherhood out for blood... well it would draw more attention then he needed at the moment. What he did need however, was to get Robin some place where they could lay low. To keep the boy safe, a place where he could possibly be nursed back to health, since he was sure the boy would catch some sort of nasty cold just from being turned into an ice cube for a short duration. And she had the perfect spot.

The mastermind scrolled through his contacts before selecting one. The phone rang three times before someone on the other end picked up. "Slade? You never call."

"I need to pull in a favor."

"Really? Well, this is something new."

"Jillian..."

"I'll send you a location, meet some of my boys there. They will bring you to me."

"Tell them to make room for two."

"For two Slade?"

"I'll explain once I arrive. Oh, and tell them to bring something to keep our guest asleep. " Slade ended the call. If anything, the mastermind was known for doing things on his own. The man never did like working with others, and found them to be more of a nuisance then anything else. But little did anyone know, that Slade, the legendary Deathstroke, had a variety of some allies so to speak. He just never contacted them unless the need arise.

It wasn't long before his phoned beep with directions. He quickly picked up Robin, the boy still cold as ice, and began making his way to the meet up point.

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The boy wonder was beginning to stir. His eyes were fluttering, straining themselves to open, to see beyond the void. His mind was telling his body to function but he couldn't move. Why? Where the hell was he? He certainly wasn't a block of ice anymore, so where? He couldn't figure it out, everything was in one blurry haze. The bumps he was feeling didn't help any better either. Was he in a car? Where was he going? Who had gotten him out of the ice? His mind reeled with questions but he just couldn't concentrate on anything. But before he could think of anything else, he felt a prick in his arm and sleep took him once again.

Slade looked down on his apprentice. "Stubborn aren't we?" He was fighting the sedatives. Not that it mattered, he could fight all he wanted, he wasn't going anywhere. "This time I have you, and I will not loose my grip on you again Robin. No matter how hard you fight it."

The drive took awhile, as it usually does when one drives to remote locations. The forest was thick. All one could see is trees. However, there wasn't much shrubbery, so with the fog rolling in, made for a eerie sight. The elder women had a rather large cabin all the way out here. She preferred to be alone. Hence, why it made it the perfect spot to hide Robin.

"Sir. We will be arriving shortly." Slade nodded to the driver. Jillains 'boys' as she called them, met him at the targeted location. And brought them out here in a series of black 4x4 trucks. These men were ready for anything, since the vehicles were equipped with weapons for most occasions. Jillain said having a small army for hire was her so called contribution to France itself. Since a lot of the time, it was Jillian and her men that took care of a lot of terrorist threats in the country. They were by far, more efficient then the actual French military.

It would be another 20 minutes that would pass before he found himself on a porch and knocking at the door. However, who answered was not who he expected. A younger women opened the door. "Sariel" he thought, Jillains granddaughter. "Come in" she said before closing the door behind them. She walked passed the stairs calling out to her grandmother. "Grams, you got company!"

The girl disappeared into the kitchen, and Jillain made her way downstairs. "Good god Slade. You brought a kid all the way out here?"

"Jillain, I will explain later, right now I need him in a bed and covered in blankets."

The elderly women touched Robins forehead for any signs of a temperature but found none. "He's as cold as ice. Sariel! Blankets! And some hot water. Right now young lady!"

"Sure Grams." she said as she reappeared from the kitchen and went about gathering the items her grandmother required. "He will be fine." Slade reassured the woman. "The boys been through much worse." Jillain wouldn't hear it though. She had the boy set up in a room upstairs where he could rest.

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It would be a couple hours later when Slade decided he needed to check up on a few things. And had asked Jillain to take care of the boy. "And if he wakes up?" the old women asked as she tugged at her coat. Their conversation was on the porch as to not to disturb the boys rest.

"I won't be long."

"Who the hell is he Slade? Don't tell me..."

"Jillain, are you are so blind, did you not notice the uniform?"

"Of course you're still after the bird." The elderly woman sighed. "Do you really think you'll be able to accomplish what you could not last time Slade?"

"This time, Jillian, he won't get away. The boy is to good for so called Heroics. To much potential left to rot." Slade let out a sigh as Jillian passed him some keys.

The elder woman shook her head. "Alright, go and do what you have to do. I have Sariel here, and if he intends to run, I have her to track him down. He won't see her coming." The criminal nodded to the women before walking over to one of the large black trucks and driving off.

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Three days.

Three days and Robin was still out cold. "There must of really been some kick to those sedatives." Sariel thought to herself. "And we get to play house nanny." The young women must of looked angry since her grandmother came over to calm her down. "Slade will be back soon." was all she said before sitting herself on the couch.

"Grams... how the hell did Deathstroke get his hands on Robin of all people?"

"He never said."

Sariel resisted the urge to rolls her eyes. "Of course he didn't."

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He didn't wake up right away, it took some time. His head was still pretty hazy. Everything was a blur, but he was sure of one thing, he wasn't where he was supposed to be. "What the hell had happened?" he wondered. But better yet, where was he? This wasn't the Brotherhoods base. And if he wasn't there, then where were the Titans? He shook his head, he had to concentrate on the here and now. Wherever here was.

When his eyes fully opened he noticed the ceiling was white, with dark wooden beams going across it, reminding him of an old European cottage. Slowly, adjusting himself, he looked around the room. Wherever he was, it was old. Maybe it really was an old cottage? The Brotherhoods base was situated in Paris... so perhaps he was still within the French borders.

It didn't matter really, what did matter was the Titans. He slowly sat himself up and found it difficult and then noticed the large amount of blankets on top of him and the basin of water that was to his right. It had a cloth hanging from the side, looks like they had been using it on him. Perhaps, it was hot water to help him recover from any kind of fever he may of caught while on ice. "Ok..." he thought before slowly pushing the blankets off of him and turned around to place his feet on the floor. When he did, he noticed it was cold and he looked down and found his boots and socks were gone. Someone had redressed him into some basic black sweats and a t-shirt and he didn't see his uniform, nor utility belt anywhere. Which troubled him greatly.

Determined to find out where he was Robin began to move himself up off the bed, it was difficult, but then again he was frozen for god knows how long. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and he fell to the floor.

THUMP!

"Shit." he thought before pulling himself back up onto the bed. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, but it was to little to late since he already heard footsteps coming up the stairs. And within seconds a young women entered his little room, and upon looking at him she smiled in his direction. She was pretty. Blue eyes, dark hair, and was built. And it wasn't the build that someone got from just doing exercises either, this girl had seen action before.

"Up and about I see." she said as she leaned on the door frame.

"How long?"

"Three days."

"Where-"

"Where are you? I'm sorry kid, most I can say is you're still in France. The rest is confidential."

"Kid?" he thought, "She looks to be around the same age as me." Robin groaned a bit, then turned his attention to the fact that she just admitted that they were still in France. That was something at least.

"Look, I'm sure you have some reason for... helping me. But I need to leave. Where are my things?"

Sariel put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "You ain't leaving to go anywhere kid. Deathstrokes orders. Besides, what you going to do? Fight your way outta here? You can barely even walk. It will take a few hours for the sedatives to wear off. If anything I can help you downstairs. I was cooking some soup up for grams and I, but I'm sure I made enough for three."

"Sedatives?" Robin held his head to try and ease the thumping he felt. "For what exactly?"

The girl chuckled. "To help thaw your ass kid. Kept you asleep so you can actually get the rest you needed. Seems you're the type to ruin yourself, if you had it your way, that is. I've been giving you one twice a day." Robin frowned. Ruin himself? Sure, he would always push the limits... but... perhaps he did go overboard at times, but how did she know? Who was this woman? He shook his head, and decided it would probably be best if he got up and ate something. Maybe he could warm his way up to this woman and her so called Grams, and get some information. "I think I could use some of that soup."

The young women helped him down the stairs. It seemed nice here, but things just didn't fit right. Who the hell was Deathstroke? Did this Deathstroke free him from the Brotherhood, and if he did, then why? And who the hell was this girl?

"Sariel."

"Huh?" That startled him. He flinched and Sariel took note of this. Where did that even come from? Robin hardly ever flinched, especially not over silly things like a introduction. Maybe he was still just tired.

"My name, it's Sariel... you didn't ask, so I thought I'd tell you, would be rude of me not to introduce myself I suppose."

"Sorry."

"It's ok... right now let's just worry about getting you some food and getting you back on your feet, ok?" Robin nodded and let Sariel help him down the stairs.

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That day, Robin spent most of his time getting his legs again. He tried to ask some questions regarding... well anything. But got no answers in return. Not from the older women or from the younger. He later found out that the older women was Sariels grandmother. Which made sense, because she always called her 'Grams'. But other then that, she didn't release much more information. On anything. Which frustrated Robin. It was like they were trying to keep him here.

Robin had already taken a look outside as well. They were out in the middle of the forest, meaning that if he did run, he would probably get lost, and he was already weak from his time on ice. Would Sariel come for him, or would they leave him to die in the forest? He didn't want to dwell on that. So, he stayed. He supposed he could take advantage of their hospitality until he was well enough to leave on his own.

Night came, and he had been able to walk up the stairs himself. The two were kind to him for the most part, but he had a feeling he had to get out of here and soon. He didn't know however, he'd be leaving sooner then later.

It must of been about three in the morning when Sariel shook him from his slumber.

"They found you." was all he heard before she shook him again. "What?" Robin muttered. She looked at him and then to the door. Her grandmother was downstairs talking to someone. "The Brotherhood, they believe you're here. Grams is giving us some time. We gotta get you outta here... And I thought your team put them on ice?"

"The last time I saw the Brotherhood I was on ice." he whispered. Sariel nodded. "One of them must of gotten free. They're looking for you, seemed pretty pissed. Grams cabin is a great hide out, which is why they came knocking. How they found it... dammit. We need to get you out of here and fast." Robin nodded." Here." she dropped some clothes on his lap and then moved to the door and gave him some privacy to get dressed. It was some olive green pants and a black shirt, along with some combat boots and a big black coat and toque. No where near his usual attire. But he wasn't going to complain. It was something, and with it beginning to snow out there, and temperatures dropping, he would need it.

"Ready to go?" Robin nodded and followed the girl out one of back windows, and jumped down into the deep snow.

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Next chapter: Slade returns to the scene and Robin learns the truth of who freed him. Also some big nasty fight scenes coming up next chappie. Plus is it really the Brotherhood that is looking for Robin? Or someone else?

This one may of been a bit slow but I promise the next chapter will get a lil' more exciting. =D This chappie is just kind of a needed thing to fill in the parts before the awesome stuff.

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-Fangs