Disclaimer: TT, Robin, Slade and everything basically here *but some oc's* are copyrighted to DC Comics.

A/N: Ok so next chapter! YAY! So emm yea, this is kinda more of less a bit of a much needed filler so what happens in the next chapter can ya know... happen. But I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless. Also sorry this ones kinda short. But the next chapter will be longer ok? Thanks guys!

So anywho let me know what you think, Please review guys! I'd love to know what you think.

Anywho on with the story!

EDIT: 07/17/2019 - Fixing some typos and minor issues and helping it flow better.

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It was another few hours of sitting in silence, and soon enough the land below began to change. And all Robin could think was "Middle East! Middle East! Middle East!" But where exactly in the Middle east, he had no clue. He'd been out here a few times before, but the Middle East consisted of multiple countries, and various terrains, and he didn't know them well enough to tell them apart. They traveled for a length of time, over deserts and settlements, apparently avoiding any cities... which was smart on Slades part, he had to admit. So with all this cruising over the sands, it should put him somewhere in Iraq, maybe Saudi Arabia perhaps? Not exactly a good place to be in at the time.

Finally, after a long period of time, Slade had ordered the helicopter to land. The pilot did so without question. It must of been about three or four in the afternoon, give or take. Not that he had any real concept of time, and he doubt Slade would be obliged to tell him.

"I have some business to attend to before we move on." Slade had said as he stepped down into the outside world, from the comforts of the helicopter. Robin sat there and looked on as the mastermind gazed in the direction of a small settlement, that in truth, seemed somewhat lively. "We will need to go the rest of the way however, on foot, we will pick up supplies once I've dealt with... Robin!" The boy in question nearly shuddered. His attention immediately cut to the man outside. Slade turned around and looked at the boy. "Do you intend to stay in there all day?"

Robin glared at the man as he stood up and stepped out of the helicopter. If he thought he felt the heat inside, it was nothing compared to being out here.

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This little settlement was actually quite large. It wasn't a major city obviously, but for being all the way out here, it sure had it's fair share of people, animals, cars and even some technology. The locals carried cell phones, no smart phones, but he figured a old flip phone was pretty cheap for way out here.

The area intrigued him, to say the least. He never really got to see any of the little towns when he came here with Bruce. These people were different... "and dangerous" he thought to himself as he saw that a few of them were carrying guns on their person. And even more dangerous, were the individuals with the much larger rifles.

Robin sighed, his mind wandered back to his captor. What the hell would Slade need here? In this small dinky little town? What could they possibly have, that Slade could want? He was sure the man didn't need any guns, although at the thought of Slade purchasing such a weapon, made his heart sink, not so much for the criminal, but more for himself. He knew Slade would try to get him to hold the weapon, to shoot it, and he just didn't have the heart for that. Not that he didn't know how, thanks to Barbara. Although he had to admit, he never practiced, and he only ever shot at targets with his friend. Regardless, he did just fine with his bo-staff and gadgets anyways.

The criminal had told him to wait in the corner while he spoke with another man, one of his apparent contacts. Robin agreed and sat quietly. While he did try to hear what they were saying, the two seemed to keep things pretty hush hush.

Disappointed, Robin tried to keep his mind on other things. His eyes looked to the entrance of the building, that seemed to be required for the two men to talk things over. He kept thinking on how easy it would be to just run. Right there, right now. But he knew better. If he was going to get away from Slade, he'd have to do it at the most opportune time, and right now was not it.

"We're leaving." was all that was said as Slade passed him by, not even giving the young man a glance, fully expecting him to follow without question. Robin sighed and did what would please the mastermind. The two stuck to the back allies, not wanting to be seen. This was a definite must for Slade, being in combat gear and his mask, which would probably terrify the local children. Which made him briefly wonder why he didn't go off and scare the locals in the first place. The thought of the villain running around the little village, freaking the kids out, amused him slightly. Another sigh, and Robin frowned at his own thoughts. But surely Slade wouldn't care about some kids. Not after all that he had done to this team.

"Deathstroke."

Robin mentally jumped. Deathstroke was Slade... Someone here, of all places, was looking for the criminal, and that someone had a gun pointed at the mans back. But Slade didn't even flinch. Instead, he turned around to face his adversary.

"Yes." he spoke, his tone bored, his stance the usual. The mastermind looked the younger man over. And mentally thought of Robins position. His apprentice had made his way to his right hand side, still a bit a ways off, but further away from the man with the gun. "Good." he thought. Now, this one with the nerve to point at gun at him. He was from this country, his skin tone and his accent gave that much away. He wore loose pants and shirt. He'd been wandering the desert, it would explain the light military jacket, to keep ones skin from getting burnt. Also the scarf pulled up around his lower face and the goggles also pointed towards this, but the patch on the right arm on his jacket, that gave him away.

"What exactly do you want?"

"For you to go to FUCKING hell!" Gunfire. The man must of shot his fill, which was about four shots before Slade whipped the gun right out of his hands. Within seconds, he had the young man on the ground, and his hand around his throat. "Who sent you!?" The mastermind snarled. Whoever the younger man was, he wasn't very good with a gun since Slade dodged only about two bullets and the other two were complete misfires. His reflexes were far to advanced for a rookie like the kid below him. Which actually confused him more. Why send a kid to do the job?

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Slade was distracted. He wasn't looking, he wasn't paying attention. His mind yelled at him to get out of there while he could. And he did. He took his chances, and ran. The criminal noticed however, and called out to the boy, but he didn't listen. Nor wanted to. This was his ticket out. So he bolted. Robin ran until he couldn't anymore and quickly hid in one of the little hovels. After the whole gunfire incident, the people quickly took to hiding, others were even on the streets, still trying to find where the shots came from, most of them carrying weapons themselves.

He had to find a way out of this town and now. He quickly took one of the residents scarves and wrapped it around his head. It would hopefully help disguise him among a crowd of locals wearing the same idea.

Robin kept to the back streets, and tried to cut through as many buildings as he could, since most of them were wide open. He constantly kept looking back, but he didn't see Slade anywhere. He was actually expecting him to pop up at any moment now and backhand him for 'trying to escape'. But it never came. "Just a little further." he kept telling himself. But to be honest, he really didn't know where he was going to go. This town wasn't huge, and it was out in the middle of the desert. Maybe he just had to law low until Slade gave up? Robin kicked himself, Slade wasn't going to give up. And he mentally cringed at the thought of what the criminal would do to the people of this town, just to bring him out of hiding.

His thoughts were becoming depressing, but he kept pushing on, and kept looking back, just in case. However, it seemed he was in luck. In exploring the town in more depth, he found a small airport, and even luckier, an airplane was getting ready to leave. They were loading some crates onto a old fashioned cargo plane. Sneaking around, he got a bit closer to the plane. His breaths were heavy, he wasn't used to the heat and he had no water, not a soul noticed him though. Robin cringed at the idea, but no matter what, he had get onto that plane. It was his only escape plan at the moment, so it had to work.

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The man lay dead below him. "League of Shadows." he thought. What would the League of Shadows want with him? Perhaps he had done work for them in the past... but him and Ra's al Ghul always parted on good terms. Unless... "Robin."

No. Even if the Batman had dealings with the League, they wouldn't want anything to do with Robin. He was always in the background... the boy never came into the light in the superhero community until he took leadership of the Titans. Something didn't add up here. Any member of the league was, by far, better trained then to just walk up to him and point a gun in his face. And how did they even know he was here? The man clearly spoke his name, albeit not one he had used in quite some time now. However, the man knew exactly who he was, where he was... and yet failed.

Putting the thoughts aside for the time being, Slade slid the body into an alley, then began his search for his apprentice. He would deal with the League later. Right now, Robin was his main concern. If one member of the league was out here, then he was certain there would be others.

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Slipping onto the plane was more difficult then it seemed. They obviously didn't want anyone around to see what they were doing, or what they were carrying. All the guards and work men here carried a firearm. There were patrols, not many, but enough to get under his skin. What were they transporting? Drugs? Guns? It could be anything.

It took time, and all his concentration, but he got on board the plane and quickly slipped into a hiding spot. He would have to remain hidden for awhile. How long he didn't know, but anywhere was better then being with Slade.

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A/N: OK Sorry this chappie is kinda short, it's kinda more filler then anything. I just need to get this out there so I can get on with the next chapter, so yea its all kinda necessary. =P Next chapter will be more crazy ass fun I promise.

Next Chapter: Robin escapes onto a plane which seems to be his salvation, but is it really? All sorts of stuff goes to hell and Robin is left in ruins.

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-Fangs