Live what you Learn

Chapter 4

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His eyes opened to the same, unfamiliar ceiling. This place was not his home. It wasn't his bed in Titan Tower, nor was it his room in Wayne Manor. It wasn't disturbing at first, the setting peaceful. But the thought of where he was, and whom he was with... now that was disturbing.

Robin rolled out of bed. Today was the day. Today, Slade was going to take him somewhere, and today he would make his escape. He'd have to plan this out carefully, he had to be slippery enough to get out of his grasp. But there was doubt that clung to Robins train of thought. No matter what he did, Slade would always be two or three steps ahead of him. In order to slip away unnoticed, he was going to have to be craftier then the Criminal Mastermind. Which didn't seem possible at times. Well actually, all the time. It seemed every time Robin thought he was ahead of the game, Slade appeared out of the blue, and pushed the boy backwards about five spaces.

There was some clothes left for him on the chair that stood in the corner of the room. He quietly got changed into the olive green cargo pants, that seemed more military issued then something you'd buy from the store, along with the black basic t-shirt. A coat was also left for him for his so called 'journey'. Once dressed, he noticed the bowl of water and soap that was placed on the dresser. Robin dipped his right hand into it and noticed that it was still fairly warm. The cabin had running water, why bring him a basin? Perhaps Slade was hinting at the fact that for the time being he should stay in his room? "Screw that." he barked to himself. The young hero shook his head. But, he was kind of grimy from yesterdays little fight in the woods anyways. Dipping the cloth and soap into the water he began to lather the hand towel, and washed away any grim from his cuts and bruises. But before applying it to his face, his hands traced the fabric of his mask. He hadn't taken it off for the entire time he was here and it was beginning to get a little irritating. Normally, he took it off at night when he was sure he was alone. But here... here he couldn't chance it. The mask could come off once he got back to the Titans. Or at least, once he got away from Slade.

Once he was cleaned up, he slowly opened the door and peered around the corner. No one. "Ok." he thought. "Let's do this quietly." Escape wasn't quite the option to take right at the moment, but he wanted to get more of his bearings.

Robin stepped out into the hallway, and slowly crept over to the banister. There was four rooms up here and one washroom. All of these rooms were small, and all of them on the right hand side. It wasn't exactly a hallway, once you came out of your room one could almost look down into the living room. Also making it really easy for him to be seen. Quickly and quietly Robin moved back to the wall. There wasn't anyone down there at the moment.

"Robin"

The boy in question turned his head to find the criminal lingering out of his room. "Of course they would set my room up next to his." Robin mentally cringed.

"And where do you think you are going, hrmmm?"

Silence.

Slade glared down at the boy, the silence was unacceptable. "I asked you a question Robin?"

Robin glared at the criminal. "No where." he finally said. "Just... heading to the washroom." With that said, the young man turned towards the bathroom, walked in, and closed the door. Slade watched him and his little inner fit. His mind was probably screaming at him for lowering his defenses. He knew the boy well enough that he would try something... not that he would really get anywhere, but Robins mind was always one that was churning away at the bit. Even if he knew he wouldn't get far, or anywhere for that matter if he ran, he was still going to take the extra precautions about his surroundings. Another trait he liked about the boy. For all his running off and going head first into battle. When it mattered, Robin used his head, and used his cunning, and prepared for whatever came next.