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EDIT 03/30/2022: Fixing up typos and whatnot

Anywho ON WITH THE STORY!

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Three days left.

And they still had a lot to do. Although Gus, from the last he had contacted anyone, had gotten himself quite involved with the ben Elohim's little underground gangs. Although one could say he wasn't quite enjoying himself, he was getting to know all of their little secrets well enough.

Asif had stayed away from Robin since their little 'incident'. And honestly, Robin still wasn't sure where he stood on him anymore. Asif just didn't hold the same kind of value to him as he once did. He betrayed them once, he'd do it again. At least that is what the little voice in his head kept telling him. But there was another little voice that kept telling him to give Asif a second chance. Which made the boy question the whole ordeal a bit more then he would normally. With a sigh he shook the idea from his mind, the whole ordeal with Asif could wait until everything was settled.

Sariel however, had been steady at work. Never taking a moment for herself. As far as she was concerned this HAD to work. There wasn't much room for error here.

Robin often joined her. He knew well about the burden of leading a team just as much as she did. So to lessen the weight upon her shoulders he gave her a helping hand, feeling he had to have some involvement regardless.

"I heard you got a new suit." Sariel started to clean the table that was in the center of the tactical room. She had piled up a bunch of information in her search for answers, amongst the papers and her laptop she had a pile of books scattered about.

"Yea, it's weird getting back into the kevlar." He didn't ask if she needed assistance. He simply started helping her clear things away.

"I dunno, it's like riding a bike. Although I much prefer sweats and a baggy shirt to the so called 'sneaking suit'. While it breaths nicely enough it still gets awkward after awhile." Sariel mentally cringed at all the times she gotten sand in the suit.

Robin chuckled. "Yea, try wearing a cape."

"I thought you liked your cape."

"I did."

"No capes anymore?"

"Probably not, but maybe a long coat instead?"

"Stylish."

"So what's up with all the light reading?" he gestured to her stack of books.

Sariel shrugged. "A few things don't add up I suppose, doing some research."

"What doesn't add up?"

"The Legacy itself..."

Robin looked to his friend a bit confused. "Isn't it a bunch of money?"

"I dunno, the more I look into it, the more I'm not so sure. I think the money is part of it. It's what keeps them going. But why this deal? If they wanted the money back so bad they could of just taken it by now, right?"

Robin crossed his arms and put a hand to his chin in thought. "You're right, they could have. So if the Legacy isn't all about the fortune... then what is it?"

Sariel shook her head. "That's what I've been trying to wrap my head around, but I can't find anything. Gus did a good job on opening up all the files. And while it's a wealth of knowledge, it's kinda dated."

"Maybe it's the clues left within the historical articles?"

"I looked through a bunch already. I'm honestly not too sure. There is some stuff that doesn't add up, but there is also no connection to them that I can find."

"Huh... It's a bit of a dilemma then?"

The woman nodded. "Which is why we need more information. But for now I think I'm going to leave it be. All of that going through my head is not what I need right now."

"So when we do get more knowledge of them and their past, mind if I take a look? I might be able to solve a thing or two."

Sariel smiled at her friend. A bit of the old Robin was shining through. "You're more than welcome to. In the meantime, Gus sent us something."

Robin watched as Sariel picked up a cardboard tube. "What exactly did he send?" The package intrigued him.

There was a reason why she was clearing the table, it was to make room for this. Opening up the tube she pulled out a bunch of large rolled up papers. Discarding the tube she placed the papers onto the now clean table and unrolled them to reveal blueprints to what looked like a bar, and maps of the surrounding area, and all sorts of other various information. Including a couple USB drives, which she guessed would be more intel on gangs and their on-goings.

"Gus got us blueprints?" Robin seemed kind of impressed.

Sariel only nodded. "This guy can get anything, he's much better at the computer game, but being a sneaky bugger... he's great at that to. So yes, Blueprints."

Robin smirked at the idea of Gus smuggling these out. "Now we can really start planning the actual 'drop off'."

"Yeeep."

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He took it a lot better than he thought he would. Robin didn't turn away from the suit in disgust. Instead the boy wore it with a smirk on his face, and a bounce in his step. It seemed the boy truly had decided where his place was.

And Slade was all the happier for it.

The only problem at this point was the Bat. The damned caped crusader had made his way to Syria already. Although from the looks of it, the Bat didn't have any general direction, Syria was big country, and for all the cape knew he was still there with Robin. While Batman was on their trail, the mastermind knew it would take the caped crusader awhile yet to catch up. Slade had his old friend keep tabs on Gotham's protector. And the moment Wintergreen knew of the Bat's whereabouts, he gave Slade the news. He could hear the worry in Will's voice. Although he assured his old friend that they were halfway across the world by now, that didn't ease Wintergreens' mind however. And Slade knew that Will had every right to be somewhat concerned.

If the Bat could find his way to Syria, he would find his way to Berlin as well. And that would most defiantly cause a problem, and in many various ways.

Robin and his little friends were going after a very dangerous secret society, and Robin was fully involved with taking them down. He doubted at this point even the Bat could persuade him to stop this endeavor.

Regardless, having the Caped Crusader in the middle of a heated fight with these ben Elohim could get nasty. Batman was coming for Robin, and Slade knew Robin wouldn't be going back anytime soon, although there was still that nagging idea of the boy running back to Gotham. Shaking his head, that idea was quickly tossed aside. No, Robin wanted this. He wanted this fight, he had even asked to be shown how to shoot a gun - how to kill someone. The boy was planning for a better future already, by simply asking Slade for direction. And it was only a matter of time before Robin put what he had learned to use. Then what would Batman do? Put Robin in jail? Slade mentally scoffed at the idea. "Oh probably. He rather let Robin rot in a cell for shooting a man who deserved it, then put the skills to use."

That was the thing about the superheroes. They saved people, and put the 'bad guys' in jail. Only to have the criminals get out of jail a few days later and do harm once again. Slade had a better idea of how to deal with those types.

Put a bullet in their head.

Then you don't have to deal with them ever again.

In the meantime he had to keep Batman busy, and perhaps put his men to some use and have them lay various clues that could perchance lead the Bat away from Europe as a whole. Which would mean another phone call to Will. Which would also mean some more nagging from the old man. Sighing, Slade swiped his phone and dialed a number, knowing full well that Wintergreen would probably be in the middle of something and probably be annoyed at the phone call.

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It was sometime after dinner.

They all had little time to spare. So to be prepared for any fight Robin took to the gym and trained. There had been a lot of things on his mind lately. Punching a few things might ease his thoughts. Or at least that was the idea.

Ever since he got out of that god forsaken desert and came back to civilization, he thought of the Titans and Bruce. Not in the way he once did however. Presently he found himself angry at them.

He was pronounced dead, by pretty much every paper in the world. But what did that mean exactly? Did they just not find a body and simply stated that he was gone? What the hell did Bruce think of that? The Titans, his own damn team, reporting to him that he was dead and gone. Did they ever think to look for him? He and Raven shared a link, although he had boarded that part of his mind away from her by now, but he questioned as to why hadn't she used it before? If she had reached out when he was still in that desert, before the fires... What the hell did Bruce do after hearing the news? He must of known he wasn't gone. There was no body. Maybe it was Bruce that announced him dead. That was the more likely story. Didn't he ever think of searching for him as well? Was he somewhere out there searching for him? To 'bring his son home'?

Robin scoffed at the idea of 'going home'.

There was no home for him there anymore. But still... the thought that they simply proclaimed him dead and went about their lives angered him. Before, he didn't have time to think on it, he just wanted to call them and tell them he was alright.

Then shit hit the fan.

Now he just felt angry. He felt betrayed. Bruce at least should have caught up with him and the others by now, but no sight of the Bat, and he was supposed to be the greatest detective the world has ever known. Robin doubted that now.

Robin frowned at the thoughts running through his head while the punching bag was taking a serious beating. He really shouldn't think too much on the past. It was where it should be, in the past. What he should be thinking about was the future, but the past and its memories beckoned. The boy stopped himself however and continued his attack. No, the future was where his mind should be dwelling. Robin paused at the idea of being Slade's apprentice. What would the world think of him now? Slade himself was something to be feared, he was a power to be respected. Being the apprentice of one of the world's most deadliest men is bound to have it's benefits.

Smirking at the idea, he realized this entire situation wasn't something he even thought of before. Never in his career as a hero would he ever imagine he would turn against those he called friends and family. "Times have changed." Robin mentally told himself. "Knowing so much more of what the world is truly..." his thoughts went to a darker place. "It's all beyond repair." Robin would learn all that he could for himself from Slade, since the man was so willing to teach him. And when he was ready he would rise up and teach the damnable heroes a real lesson on reality itself. He'd show them how much they truly are a bunch of failures. Cooped up in their cities, on call if there's a major threat, leaving the world to rot while they only helped the ones they thought were worthy of it.

"They will come for you, and you will have to hold your ground. Only you alone can show them your own meaning of justice." Slade's words rang through his head from a discussion the two had had earlier. His eyes narrowed, oh he'd show them alright.

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I know, I know... it's short. But the next couple of chapters are kinda them getting ready for the big bang of a day. Robins going through some shit and Slade is happy about. Sariel is trying to make sense of things. Gus is doing his job and Asif is being a moppy jerk. *shrugs*

What can ya do?

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-Fangy