A/N: Again I want to say I am sooo sorry for not updating this. I will finish this story but I've had a lot of personal things come up in the past few weeks and anything artistic and creative has been put on hold. But no worries I'm kinda back now. I know I said that last time but I plan to update more okies? Thanks guys! Rock on! As for this chapter... DESERTS! WATER! THE STRUGGLE! Sorry if it's kinda like OMG so much desert but I had to get this outta the way to get to the next chapter. Bare with me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Robin or Slade or anything TT related, it all goes to the lovely DC COMICS y'all!

EDIT: 01/09/2022 Fixed up some spelling mistakes

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The desert heat was something akin to be thrown into a oven, at its highest temperature. Robin felt himself getting weaker and weaker. But he struggled on. His pace was slow, but it still got him somewhere. He also kept telling himself only to drink from the canteen if he was really thirsty. He had to save some of it.

Hours felt like days and days felt like weeks. It was like he lost count altogether. When he did sleep, it was only when he found a odd structure of rocks, and quickly took shade underneath them. All the while being careful of the deadly predators the desert was home to. Scorpions and spiders... all poisonous. He had some medical supplies but he was unsure that he had something to sustain anything that came from a spiders bite.

Breathing heavily, Robin observed the area around him. The desert did hold some surprises. Now was an excellent example of such things. "A well." he thought hopeful. In some areas of the desert water could be found three meters deep from ground level. Smirking at his find Robin began to tug at the rope that was laying on the ground. Soon enough he had the bucket in his hands only to find it void of water.

"DAMMIT!" Robin snapped and threw the bucket to the ground. He knew he was running out of water and had to find some source and soon before he had nothing left.

Panting he gathered his strength and stood up to once again to start the journey into the ocean of sand.

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"Three days", he thought aloud to himself. He's been out here for three days. He was kicking himself for not taking more supplies but in afterthought it would of slowed him down. One had to walk slowly in the desert as to not to exhaust themselves. But one also had to make sure only to carry what they could. To much and you'll be overexerting yourself and you'll be drinking all your water and be out in no time at all.

Still it seemed like he was getting no where. Like he was walking in circles. "Stupid." he thought. He had no idea where the hell he was or what he was doing. He never been stuck in a desert before. The very idea enraged him, he would of shown it to if he had the energy.

Even when he slept, if he got any at all, it was difficult. The temperature dropped to freezing. This place hated him, it wanted him to leave and he would gladly do it if he knew the way out. Last night was problematic. He couldn't sleep, it was to cold. And he had no blankets, nothing but a few supplies and the shirt on his back.

He was beginning to understand why many had called these places hell on earth.

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Fourth day. Today he came across what looked to be the remains of a plane stuck in the dunes. One wing was outstretched to the sky while the other was penetrated into the sand.

Quickly Robin wandered over to it, finding the plane was unfortunately empty. When the plane went down the piolet must of parachuted out, landing probably a few miles away from the plane itself. Opening the door the young man took a deeper look into the remains of the plane. There wasn't much of anything there however. No supplies, no water. The boy wonder cringed. There was nothing of use in the plane.

Letting out a sigh Robin knew if anything he could use the plane to provide shelter against the heat for now. When it started to cool he'd begin walking again.

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Fifth day.

"A settlement." Robin beamed.

Approaching the small town his mind reeled with the idea of fresh water. But it was cut short when he entered the small village. There was nothing here. Not a living soul. The place had been abandoned. But they must of left a running well behind. If you dig deep enough there would always be some source of water... if that was the case then why did they all leave?

Nevertheless Robin went on a search for a well of some sort. There had to be something here. It took him awhile before he found a bordered up area sheltering a old fashioned water pump. With a smirk on his face and some dread in his heart Robin began to pump. At first nothing. But he continued anyways.

Minutes later, which felt more like hours, there was still nothing. He pumped a little harder.

Nothing.

"Come on! Give me something here!" Robin barked. He should of stayed with Slade, at least he wouldn't be out here in this heat fighting with a old water pump. "Come on!" A few more pumps and then... something.

Mud.

Odd, but it meant water was coming. He continued to pump more. And more until... "Water!" Robin grabbed his canteen and pumped some into it before pouring it all over his head. His hair now sticking to his face, his skin felt like it was dancing in joy at the miraculous touch of the liquid. Knowing not to drink to much at a time, even though his body was screaming for it, Robin took a few sips of the fresh water. But before long he found himself taking in full gulps. His mind told him no, if the water was contaminated he would be throwing it up which would make him even more dehydrated, but at the time he just broke down. He didn't care what his mind was telling him, he wanted the water.

After having his share he quickly took a few more drinks and then topped off his canteen. Thankful that luck was on his side and the water was not contaminated, Robin began to wander the small ghost town. The settlement may of been abandoned now. But it must not of been to long ago that it held people within its walls. He would stay here for a couple days he figured, try and find something on where he was. It looked like for the most part the people here just picked up and left. It seemed all the important personal things were gone but the everyday needs where still here. First thing was first, he had to replenish his supplies. Which was not a easy task, when the people left this settlement they took most of the supplies, which he didn't blame them for. But he did find some rations oddly enough. Meaning the town at one point had some military in the area. All in all what he found wasn't much, but it was something.

Second on the list, he had to figure out where he was. If the place had some sort of military here, no matter how small the unit was, there must of been a base of command for them. And in there he was hoping to find some maps of the local area. Finding the office wasn't hard, but looking for anything in it was difficult. The place had been destroyed. Something had gone down here before everyone left.

Shaking his head away from any of the terrible feelings about the situation, Robin sucked it up and made his way through the office. The windows where broken, there was glass on the floor. Furniture was tossed across the room. Didn't make much sense but oh well. He made his way to a filing cabinet and began to go through files, all written in a language he didn't understand.

Finally however he came across a map. The boy wonder narrowed his eyes. Again in a language he didn't understand, but you didn't always need to know the language on the map to be able to read it. Turning around he wiped the desk clean of any objects that would get in the way of him laying the map flat on the surface.

"Hrmmm..." he pondered over where exactly he was for some time now, he had an idea. But nothing solid. Slade had taken him to the middle east. Saudi Arabia he figured, but where exactly he had no clue. But looking at the map told him he was on the border of Saudi Arabia and Yemen. "Shit..." Robin had landed himself right into the middle of one of the worlds deadliest deserts. The Rub' al Khali. Also known as The Empty Quarter.

Which begged a question. If he was in the empty quarter, how close was he to Yemen? The entire country was in the midst of a civil war. People were just coming up and killing each other for no reason it seemed. Children were forced to bare arms to protect their families. He sighed. Looking over the map again told him he was indeed closer to Yemen then he was to Saudi Arabia. He would have to make his way to a populated town and go from there. Hopefully he could also call in the Titans from there as well.

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He stayed in the settlement for two days. Enough time to gather supplies, take a scrub bath, and clean himself up a little bit. Soon Robin once again found himself setting out into the desert in hopes he could reach the next town that was on the map he acquired. He had some better supplies this time around, meaning his survival rate went up a few points. Which would make anyone glad. The best thing he acquired, other then the map he had commandeered, was the blanket he found himself to keep him warm during the night. Win win if you asked him.

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Sorry for any typos, I'm gonna go through it again. I got someone else to read it to so hopefully less typos. XD So anyways what ya think? I want this to be very much just a chapter of survival in the desert kinda idea. Yes I did do some reaserch so I wasn't blabbering about nothing. PLS PLS let me know what you thought. I would love to know, I love reviews!

So bare with me, less desert survival in next chapter, probably more Slade to...

Next chapter: Does Robin find a populated town, is he able to contact the Titans... and someone finds him but not who he would want to find him. All u