Live what you Learn

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Robin, Slade and all that jazz is (c) to DC Comics. Sariel is mine tho' foo'!

A/N: So anywho this chapter... I kinda like it. Kinda. Anywho Read and enjoy and pls let me know what you think! Also in the last two chapters I've fixed up a bunch of errors that comes from me writing this thing at 2am and half asleep and can't write properly. lol Thanks to all that noticed my bad typos. I think I've had most of them fixed now. I'm not grammar wizard tho'. So hopefully I got most of them.

So anywho ENJOY!

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The cowboy had thrown him from the cockpit. The impact was rough, the man truly packed more of a punch then he was anticipating. And because of it, Robin had seemingly bounced across the cargo hold, before his back firmly landed on a crate. He grunted in pain, the airplanes movement once again taking a steep path didn't help matters, and he and the cargo began to slide across the floor. Shaking the pain away, he quickly noticed the pile of crates he had landed on had already arrived at the edge of the plane. Instinctively, he put his arms through one of the straps that was holding everything together, before he and the cargo took the plunge. He swore however, that has he fell, he heard the man laugh at him.

The dark hold of the cargo plane had changed to a ocean of sands below him in a blink of an eye. The sun pierced his vision, but he didn't have time to adjust, the ground lay below him and threatened to kill him once he landed.

"Oh shit!" he looked at the height he was at. How he'd love to have his utility belt now.

Robin mentally cringed at his predicament. "Think Richard, Think!" It was then he saw a piece of the strap flapping around, it clunked against the wood of the crates with it's metal handle. "A parachute!" Robin grabbed for it, but quickly looked to how high he was. If he was to high up the parachute wouldn't work. He had to do it at the right time. When planes fly over and dropped cargo they are usually at a lower altitude. But being that they wanted to fly up so damn high and dump it all, he wasn't currently near the right point to pop the chute.

He'd have to wait for the right moment.

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He wasn't fond of the idea, but the second plan would have to work it's charm. He couldn't very well go out into the desert and simply retrieve the boy. No, let him learn his own lessons for the time being. This world out here wasn't as kind as Jump city. Nor was it the sheltered areas Batman had shown him, with only a bit of the nitty gritty here and there. No, Robin was going to see how the world really worked. Gotham may of shown him what a sinkhole the world can be, but the boy was like the Bat, he had faith in the people. But now he was alone, and no team or the Batman to help him. No one to reassure him. Out here, everything and everyone would work against him. However, Slade was positive Robin could handle as much as he could dish out to the boy. He had seen the young mans resolve first hand, to simply think the boy would just give in, was ridiculous. Regardless, he would have to meet up with the boy wonder eventually and remind him of his place. Although, he doubted Robin would know of his presence until it was to late.

Right now however, he was more interested in the man below him, shriveled up on the ground in pain. The man in question wore one of the patches on his right arm, and he was intent on getting to the bottom of this. Whatever this was exactly.

He had asked the man several questions on repeat it seemed. The man... or rather the boy, he must of been about twenty, and had said nothing for the longest time before blurting out something about the "ben Elohim", and began to mutter something in a foreign language before swallowing a death pill that was probably ingrained into one of his teeth.