Live what you Learn

Chapter 9

A/N: Ok here is chapter 9! Sorry for being so late, I've just had a lot of stuff come up in the past month or so that needed my attention. So emm yea... Robin gets lectured... by someone! You'll see. Anywho let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Robin, Slade is (c) to DC Comics yo! The Rub'al Khali belongs to itself, and Sariel is mine! No Stealies!

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Another five days in the desert is what it took for the heat to totally drain the boy of any energy. Robin always told himself he was resilient. Stronger then the rest when it came down to the final battle. But this desert had beaten him to a pulp. His mind didn't scream at him to not do it, to not fall. Instead it told him to give in, like it had been doing the entire time he'd been out here, but he always ignored its pleading call to give in. Now however, he couldn't help it. His knees gave in and he collapsed into the hot sand.

The sand itself burned, but it didn't matter. The relief from just laying there, with no motion at all... after walking so far was worth all the pain in the world at this moment. But he told himself he'd get back up in a few minutes, he'd continue the journey. But he didn't.

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Cold. But dry. He heard someone speaking in a tongue he didn't understand. His hand twitched a little. A sign he was waking up. The people seemed close by. It was a man in blue that sat above him. Robin could barely open his eyes with the sun being as bright as it was. But he noticed the concern the man had for him.

He began to cough, it hurt since his throat was dry. He briefly wondered how long he'd been out before the man rolled him over and started to speak to him again. His words making no sense to the boy wonder, but he was able to get across to the stranger that he was okay for the most part. The men were locals of the area it seemed, probably crossed this desert a thousand times. And here he was passed out in the middle of The Empty Quarter.

Robin shook his head, the man had given him some water and didn't realize it until he drank something just how much his throat burned. Coughing a bit more the men around him were talking amongst themselves. A few, about four of them mounted on horses. But one stood out. She dismounted her horse and walked over to the boy. "My my, what do we have here?"

Robin nearly spat his water at the mere sight of her. "Shit." he thought. "If she's here then Slade will know my whereabouts in no time." Sariel must of read his mind when she bent down and threw a smirk in his direction. "You need not worry about Slade. He won't be getting any help from me."

"I'm so sure about that. Unlike two weeks ago."

"That was different."

He coughed. "Really?" he replied as sarcastically as he could.

Sariel handed him another canteen of water, Robin taking it gingerly this time. Already having quenched his thirst for the most part. But water was water. "How the hell did you end up here of all places?"

"I could ask you the same." Robin glared, then a look of shock passed through his eyes. His mask! He didn't have it on.. then how did Sariel know it was him? Robin shook his head, and told himself at the moment it didn't matter. He could sort things out later.

She was talking to the men in their language. She seemed to speak it fluently. She did say she was a operative of sorts... but out here? What was going on way out here? Unless he was closer to Yemen then he thought.

He was stuck in his thoughts when she disturbed him. "Alright, we're taking you with us. Got a nice little outlook in a much more civilized town."

"I'll need to call the Titans from there, if that's ok?" His tone came out a lot more snarkier then he intended. If it at all bothered Sariel, she didn't show it. "It will take us two days to get there. I warn you, we're entering into Yemen. Civil war is at an unrest there. Your hero friends may not be welcomed."