HELLO EVERYONE! I know it's been since August. Sorry again.

Anyways I want to thank everyone that has been reading this lil' story of mine and all the lovely reviewers! You guys are truly the best. I know I take forever to update and for that I am sorry.

So anyways on with the story!

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Two weeks was the allotted amount of time Slade had extended his vacation to. It already had been a week, and he was getting a bit bored. But Richard understood the reasoning behind it. Even Bruce took time off every now and then. It helped the mind resettle, and put everything back into perspective. But two weeks was a bit too long in his own opinion, but Slade had insisted. He was going to spend another day exploring the island when he found himself involved in a conversation with the man himself.

"How are you liking the island?" The man had approached him when he was about to step out for another day on the beach. He turned to face the man and shrugged, "It's just as nice as any other island, although the excessive amounts of weaponry kind of gives it a different feel."

Slade couldn't help but chuckle. "Even the most tropical paradises need a little assurance that it stays a paradise."

"I suppose..."

"Do you like hunting Richard?"

Robin looked up to the man and shrugged. "Never been."

"Would you like to change that?"

Richard chuckled, "I guess it's something to do." To be honest Richard wasn't to sure about hunting animals, but he wasn't going to deny the man and his idea of entertainment. Besides, it was better then getting burnt to a crisp on the beach.

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Hunting was not something he had done before, it wasn't something Bruce ever did as a hobby outside of being Batman, so it was something a little fresh and new and rather bothersome. But he got used to it, eventually. Slade was using this whole activity to test his aim he was sure. Since there wasn't much in terms of game on this island then some deer and birds. So far it was just the birds he had been aiming for. He kind of took a second look the moment he saw the deer. As far as he knew they weren't really native to the area, but Slade had explained that European settlers brought them here in the 17th century. Apparently you do learn something every day.

He was given a hunting rifle, which wasn't something he was used to. It felt out of place for him, and then when Slade told him he had to be patient and wait for his prey... he grew bored.

"It's not always going to be fast paced, sometimes it's about taking the time to get the prefect shot." Slade had noticed his younger companion had lost a bit of interest in the hunt. Maybe the rifle wasn't fit for him. Perhaps it was a good idea he brought along the bow as well.

"Pass me the rifle." Richard had looked at the man and shrugged before passing over the weapon.

Slade had pulled out a quiver with a few arrows and passed him a bow. "Try this instead."

Robin took hold of the longbow and inspected it. It was nothing fancy, just a simple wooden bow. The wood was nicely polished and the carved grip felt good in his hand. He pulled back on the bowstring and it was tight, and required a good amount of strength to pull back. He was actually surprised that Slade had switched his rifle out for a bow, a basic one at that, it wasn't your typical compound hunting bow.

"This might be a little more up to your standards. Your agile, the bow is light, you could probably even do all your backflips while wielding that."

Richard huffed. "Attacking deer from tree tops seems kind of unfair."

Slade ignored his comment. "You do know how to use a bow, don't you Robin?"

The former hero looked to the mastermind and nodded. "It's been awhile though. But it shouldn't take me to long to get adapted to it again."

Slade smirked at his young counterpart. "Lets see how little damage you can do to a deer."

Robin was confused. "How little damage? Aren't I supposed to kill it?"

"Indeed. However, when hunting you want to kill the deer while causing as little damage to it as possible. If you go for the brain... if the shot is well executed, it will drop the animal instantly, but it is a difficult target and if you miss and perhaps hit the jaw the deer will run off and simply die of starvation. If you go for the neck, if you can hit the deer's spinal cord it will lose consciousness and die, but slowly, it could survive if you miss the target and again it will starve to death. I recommend going for the lungs and the top of the heart. This shot may or may not cause instant death, but you'll be able to stand where you shot the deer and see the carcass."

Robin grimaced at the thought. "So I get to watch it die."

"It won't take long."

Robin sighed. "Ok."

"If you do it right."

"Alright."

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Isaiah Crockett was a hot headed individual refusing to work with others unless absolutely needed. He struck out being a solo hero to fight crime on his own terms. That was until he joined Titans South. And while he may hate to admit it, he kind of liked working with others, and having backup wasn't such a bad thing. However, he still liked to go off on his own, have his own little adventures, bring down some bad guys, then go home and have dinner with the rest of the crew.

He was given a huge tip that this island, regardless of it's natural beauty and its hospitality from the locals, was actually a secret base for one of the bigger villains out there. Was he given a name of said villain? Nope. For all he knew this entire thing was bogus. But he wanted to check it out anyways. He kind of doubted it, but if it were to turn out to be true, this could be huge.

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"Go hunting he said, it would be fun he said." Robin sighed. He had wandered out into the jungle as Slade had instructed and found a place to lay low as he was to lay in wait for a deer to stumble by. But of course Richard being Richard decided to do it the more interesting way. Instead of waiting around somewhere by a bush, Robin had found himself perched in a tree.

He hated it, but the former hero had to admit the longbow suited him much better then the rifle Slade had originally provided. It wasn't necessarily easier, but it was a lot less difficult to carry. Still though, the boy felt that nagging feeling, that one that stirred deep in his bones, that this was just another one of Slades crazy training sessions. But he couldn't really just go back to the man empty handed, he did after all agree to this escapade.

Another sighed escaped his lips. He thought about jumping down and finding a new spot, but he figured the deer would be smart enough to know when a human is around and perhaps going from spot to spot might just scare them off indefinitely. He wasn't to sure mind you, that's just what he was feeling at this moment and he dare not risk it. So he stuck it out with nothing of interest happening. That was until he saw a familiar face.

Robin smiled. Perhaps Slade wouldn't agree, he would probably get a stern lecture about almost giving away a location at one of his bases. But Hot Spot wouldn't see Slade, he wouldn't make it to the facility, besides if Robin allowed a hero just to wander around and make his way to the base, Slade would definitely give him more of a lecture. Besides, he was ready to get back into action. Maybe it was time the Titans knew he was still alive and kicking.

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The jungle in this area was thick, but nothing Hot Spot couldn't handle. That was until a fist hurled his way, impacting with his jaw. Hot Shot nearly fell to the ground from the speed of the attack alone. Shaking his head Isaiah gained a clearer sight in front of him. He blinked twice before he dodged another fist. Narrowing his eyes, he looked to see where the attacker had once been. Seeing that whoever was attacking him had enough skill and speed to move out of sight within a short amount of time made him realize that whoever it was, was indeed a more then average threat.

"Hey, whoever you are, it may not be such a good idea to keep attacking." Calling upon the fire within him Hot Spot began allowing the flame to consume him.

There was a laugh to his right and he turned to meet it, but no one was there. It was then he realized that was the exact thing his attacker had wanted him to do. He turned to greet another fist, this one hard enough to send him to the ground before he could transform.

The hero shook his head before opening his eyes, the world around him a blur, but it would seem his attacker was making themselves known. He could see boots. Hot Spot picked himself up and put himself in a defensive state while glaring at his enemy.

"Don't recognize me? It's ok, I hardly recognize myself these days." The young man smirked at him. Isaiah squinted, he knew that smirk, that voice.

"Robin?"

His attacker smiled. "So you do remember me? And here I was thinking you had forgotten."

"Robin, your alive? How is that possible? The brotherhood, everyone thinks your dead. Well everyone but your team. They think your alive, I guess they're right."

"Yea, that would make them correct on that assumption."

Hot Spot didn't lower his guard, there was something off about all of this. Robin was a hero, the right hand of the Batman, the ultimate sidekick. He should be able to trust the Boy Wonder. But something about him, and this whole situation just gave off bad vibes. And lots of heebie-jeebies. Robin always did have a bit of an intimidating stance, but this felt more... sinister.

"What are you doing here Hot Spot?"

"I... I dunno, looking for a good beach. I should ask you the same thing."

The former hero smirked."You won't make your way to the facility, that is where you were going right?"

"Robin, I don't know about-" Hot Spot felt himself backing up.

Robin only moved forward ever so slowly. "Then why are you here? Who told you about this place?"

Hot Spot stopped and put his hands up. "I dunno, it was just a silly tip. What's wrong with you, why are you acting this way? This isn't you."

Robin smirked. "Your right, it's not me. The old hero you once knew is dead. Nothing is left of that poor lonely kid from Gothams streets." Robin turned to look at the jungle before him. "You really should go. You wouldn't want my master to find you here, now would you?"

"Your Master?"

"Go. I'm allowing you to go before I have to hurt you."

Hot Spot nodded and then quickly took off.

Robin chuckled, he wouldn't go back to Slade empty handed. Perhaps not with a deer, but information that a honorary Titan had been on his island was sure to amuse the Mastermind.

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He had made his way home, it took him awhile but when he arrived he nearly ran into Pantha. He had to tell them, he had to relay the message to the other Titans. He had to tell them that he ran into Robin... But there was a clear message in what the Boy Wonder was saying. He was alive, and he was no longer an ally. What had happened to the Titan leader to make him like this, he didn't know. But regardless, he had to let the other Titans know.

"What, you expect me to believe that?"

"I swear Pantha, I saw him, I spoke with him. I saw his eyes."

"He never takes that mask off."

"It was him, you gotta believe me."

Pantha looked to the rest of her team before her eyes rested on Hot Spot again. "Alright, we'll inform the Titans in Jump City. They can take it from there, that is the least we can do."

Hot Spot nodded. Everyone had to know, but Robins own team was a start. Perhaps, some wouldn't believe it. But they had to know that Robin was no longer a friend, but a foe. And if Robin and turned against them, he was not a foe Hot Spot would ever want.

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Robin had made his way back to Slade a few hours ago and told him the news of the intruder. The mastermind wasn't too happy that it was indeed a Titan that recognized him but it couldn't be helped. It was either let the young man get into the facility or Robin putting a stop to his little journey. The man did tease him however about not getting a buck, but let it go after Robin had told him he didn't feel like sitting in a tree all day.

So eventually, he found himself back in his room holding the copy of Sariel's legacy in his hand, his mind deep in thought as he turned it over and over. Money and power, that was what was on here. Secrets centuries old was something Gus was also sure was on here but couldn't decipher without all of the information. He briefly wondered if any of Slades top hackers could dive in a bit more then what Gus was capable of. He frowned at the thought of the two. Both gone now, but they left something with him. There had to more to this Legacy then perhaps even what Sariel knew. Or maybe there was something she knew that she wasn't willing to tell him.

The more he thought about it, the more he questioned it. Why did Sariel push him? Sure it could of just been a reaction to save a friend. But she was smarter then that to just up and sacrifice herself. Her actions made no sense. The woman had been a soldier all of her life. Instinct alone should of forced her to move away, but training would of made her act differently then just using herself as his shield. Unless she wanted to make it look like that... But why would she want to get stabbed?

Robin pocketed the Legacy for now. He was sure that by now with the Titans knowing he was definitely alive and well, Slade and him would be on the move soon enough. Meaning their vacation would come to an end. And soon he could start putting his own plan into motion.

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