Live what you Learn

Chapter 8

A/N: 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!

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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.